Awaken The Beast: Snakes Henchmen MC Page 7

  “I’m scared it’s already too late for you.”

  I laugh loudly. “What the hell, Daisy? I slept with him a couple times, that does not mean there’s no hope for me.”

  “You may laugh, Chloe, but you don’t know VJ as I do. He never sleeps with the same girl twice, and I mean never. For him to have slept with you more than once, he must see something in you that he has never seen in anyone else. VJ is attracted to you in a way I don’t think even he understands.”

  I blink as she tucks a fallen strand of my hair behind my ear and smiles at me.

  “I’m not going to sit here and tell you to stay away from him, VJ just has that pull about him that makes women want to be near him. Moreover, if he wants you, nothing will keep him away. However, as your friend, I am going to tell you to be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt, and nor does Max.”

  “I’m not going to fall in love with him, Daisy,” I hope. “Nothing will happen between us again. I let my guard down earlier, but I won’t be doing that again.”

  Daisy doesn’t say anything more on the subject, even though I know she’s thinking that I have no clue what I’m doing. The truth is, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I know if VJ walked through that door right now, I’d be powerless to stop him taking what he wanted from me, and that scares me more than anything else ever could.

  I know nothing could ever come from being with VJ, it’s not like he’d ever want a relationship with me. If what people say about him is right, he’s not capable of it, and I’m not the kind of girl who can do casual. I know what I want for my future. I’m boring, and I want the ordinary things. I want to get married and have children, I want the house and the big dog, and I want to teach music professionally. Most would tell me to think bigger, to want more from my life. However, walks on a Sunday afternoon with my husband, kids, and our dog sounds like the perfect afternoon to me. Wanting those things doesn’t mean I can’t have a profession; it doesn’t mean my life won’t be perfect because it will be all I need.

  I have to keep my distance from VJ. He’s probably done with me now, in any case, but in case he isn’t, I’m staying the hell away.

  Good luck with that, Chloe.

  Chapter Ten

  VJ

  So, Max is pissed off that I claimed Chloe in front of everyone. Tough shit, he needs to get used to it. That girl is mine, and no one is going to tell me I’m wrong for wanting her the way I do. Chloe might give me some shit at first, but she’ll soon understand that she belongs to me. The sooner she comes to that realization, the better it’ll be for all of us.

  I don’t have a clue why the hell I would even think that. I don’t do relationships of any kind. I like to fuck them and leave them. I don’t get attached; I walk away very quickly. I get what I want, and I’m gone.

  The trouble is, I’m already obsessed with that little girl. I don’t know what the fuck kind of power she has over me, but I can’t stop thinking about her. When I woke up that morning, and she was gone, I was pissed, sure. However, I was ready to get my dick wet in the next willing slut that came along.

  Just so happens, my little Goddess walked into my clubhouse. I’ll admit that I knew at that moment that I was fucked. Yeah, a man like me, uncaring, unfeeling, fucked.

  I’m not saying I’ll ever love the girl, hell, I don’t know what that shit even means, but I know that she’s mine. I know I’ll kill the first man who touches her, hell, the first man who looks at her!

  Chloe is mine! End of story.

  “You don’t know anything about her, VJ!”

  “I know enough, Max.”

  “You think because you’ve fucked her a couple times, you know her? You don’t know anything! What does she do for a living? How old is she? When’s her birthday?”

  “Jesus Christ, Max!” I run my hand over my head.

  I don’t give a shit about all that stuff right now. I don’t really give a fuck that he’s pissed about this, either. I know Max is Chloe’s friend, wants to look out for her, knows I’m the last man on earth she should be fucking around with. However, no one tells me what to do!

  Not even my baby brother.

  “I’ll get to know all that shit in time. Give me a fuckin’ break.”

  “You just got out of prison, and you’ve already fucked around with my best friend. Picked her up in a club, taken her home, done god knows what to her. Then you drag her off to a room in this damn clubhouse with all our family out here waiting for you, and you fuck her like a cheap whore! She’s worth more than that. Chloe isn’t the type of girl you can mess around with, VJ, she’ll want commitment, and you can’t give her that.”

  “You have no clue what I’m capable of, Max.” No one does when it comes to relationships. Sure, I’ve never had one. As I said, I fuck them and walk away. One and done. That’s my motto. Though I haven’t got a damn clue what it is about that little girl that has me wanting more and more, I can’t seem to get enough of her.

  I’m insane. There is no doubt about that, but maybe that little girl can show me that I’m not just that. Perhaps she can show me that there’s more to life than fucking and fighting to get my kicks.

  Yeah, I’m fucking kidding myself, but I’m not letting her go until I’ve had my fill. No matter how long that takes.

  “I know exactly what you’re capable of, and that’s why I’m telling you to back off. Chloe is not the girl for you.”

  “You know nothing, little brother.”

  “I know you’re not capable of giving Chloe what she needs. I know you’ll use her until you find some other girl to fill the void you feel inside. I don’t doubt you want to try and have a normal relationship, VJ,” I don’t want to try and be anything! “But Chloe means a lot to me, to Daisy. Hell, she means a lot to everyone. If I have to beg you to walk away from Chloe while her heart is still intact, then I will.”

  I knock back my drink and walk away from him. I’m not in the mood for this shit. Chloe is mine, and the quicker Max gets that through his head, the better.

  Max is probably right; I’ll end up breaking Chloe’s heart. It’s not like women haven’t tried to change me in the past, wanted to show me that I can love them. The trouble is, it will never happen. I don’t understand the emotion, and the truth is, I’ve never tried. No woman has ever caught my attention and held it long enough to see the damn night through.

  So how the hell has Chloe managed to grab my attention and turn my mind to nothing but thoughts of her so easily?

  It’s crazy, and I know crazy.

  Fuck, I need to beat this fucking infatuation I’ve got for Chloe out of me. I need to stay away from her, let her find someone who can give her everything Max believes she needs.

  Ha. Come on, VJ, you know full well you ain’t gonna let another motherfucker touch that girl. Her sweet, tight little body, that hot little pussy belongs to you. Don’t matter how long you keep her; she’s yours. Don’t fool yourself with bullshit about letting her find a nice guy who’ll give her the world. You see one cunt so much as smile at her, and you’ll kill him. You know this about yourself.

  Yeah. I’m fucked.

  As I exit the clubhouse, I notice two figures just around the corner — two sets of feet. I narrow my eyes and make my way over there. I chuckle to myself when I see Bones lip-locking with some little girl. He always was a dog.

  It’s not ’til he pulls away from the girl that I see just who he’s with, and my fucking blood boils.

  Just how long has he been screwing my baby sister?

  I don’t fucking know, but my fist connecting with his jaw draws a scream from her lips. “No, VJ!” Sophie tries to yank my arm away from Bones, but it won’t work right now. It’s too late.

  “Get up, you piece of shit!” I drag the giant to his feet by his shirt. I may have been away for eighteen months, but I didn’t go soft when it comes to my family. I won’t have anyone messing with my sister; she deserves so much more.

  I land another punch on his jaw, and he gets one in on my ribs. Ain’t no one ever said Bones couldn’t handle himself. “Don’t do this, VJ,” He warns. Motherfucker doesn’t get to warn me about anything.

  “Why her, you cunt?! Why my sister?”

  “Because I love her, you fuckin’ idiot! Do you really think I’d mess her around?” Both of us square up, both with heaving chests, both bloodied up from the punches we’ve thrown. “I love her, VJ. Fuck, I have tried to fight this, but I can’t do it anymore, I feel like I’m going fuckin’ crazy!”

  He backs away, fingers running through his hair, and I’m standing here wondering what the fuck he’s talking about.

  Love?

  What a stupid emotion. That shit can get a man killed.

  I’ve seen what can happen when a man falls in love.

  I’ve seen what the enemy will do to those women to get to the men involved with them.

  I’ve seen what happens to a man when that woman cheats and ends up leaving him.

  Why the fuck would anyone want to go through that shit?

  Don’t get me wrong, my sister deserves the world and more, but this cunt in front of me, my best friend, is talking about an emotion I don’t understand.

  I’ve never felt, love in the conventional sense. I wouldn’t know what it was if it slapped me in my face. However, he feels it; Sophie feels it. I saw the way she used to look at him when she was a kid; she’s always had a thing for Bones. Sophie is nineteen, and it’s not my place to tell her she can’t love Bones if that’s the way she feels. But fuck if I’m not angry as fuck about it.

  “VJ, stand down!” Fucking Jett and his orders!

  I want, no, I need to kill something. This anger won’t go away until I do. It doesn’t matter what Jett tells me right now; it won’t matter in
my mind if he allows Bones to claim Sophie, all that will matter is, I won’t be able to agree to it until I get this rage out of me. To do that, I need to beat the living daylights out of something until there’s nothing left.

  Nevertheless, I stand down, move the fuck away from my best friend. He’s looking at me, chest heaving. Motherfucker is the only man I know that can get away with fighting back. Yeah, I’m cocky, but I never let a man get the better of me. Not that Bones got the better of me, but the cunt sure can punch.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

  “What the fuck did it look like, Jett? This motherfucker was messing around with Sophie!” My eyes catch my little sister. She’s crying, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

  I’m not going to lie; I hate seeing her crying. My little sister is beautiful and then some. All my sisters are. Willow, with her hazel eyes and lightly tanned skin, her amazing smile, and her love for her family, for everyone around her. Nova with her blue eyes like mine, Jett’s, Max’s, Dads. Her knack for finding out things that most couldn’t. Sophie, with her green eyes like our mother’s, her innocence, her loyalty, and her open mind. Beautiful girls should never cry.

  I don’t know what it is about Sophie, but of all my sister’s, she’s the one I worry about all of the time. She’s the one I know I will murder any man who so much as looks at her too long because of.

  Nova is strong and doesn’t need anyone fighting her battles.

  Willow is strong, but in a different way to Nova. Hammer, Willow’s husband, would never let anything happen to her. The man is crazy in the worst way. I think he could give me a run for my money.

  However, Sophie is too trusting, and she lets people use her for their own gains. I’m not saying my best friend would ever do that. In fact, I know he wouldn’t. I’ve known Bones most of my life, my only fucking friend at school because he’s the only one who understood me. Fucking screw loose wanting anything to do with me. However, the man is like a brother to me, and I know he’d never use Sophie.

  So I guess, I know deep down that if Bones says he loves Sophie, then he does. Too damn evident from the look in her eyes that she loves him.

  She’s looking at me with pleading eyes and a slight smile. I don’t have a heart and no fucking clue why anyone would want that love emotion. It makes you weak, but I don’t want to hurt my little sister. All her life, Sophie has tried to understand me, to show me that I am more than I was led to believe.

  Silly girl.

  However, I owe it to her to try and understand the way she’s feeling, just as she would me if the tables were turned.

  “I wasn’t messin’ with her, VJ!”

  I shoot my eyes back to Bones.

  Prick.

  “Wanna tell me what’s going on, why my little sister came runnin’ to tell me you two were fightin’ like fuckin’ kids?”

  “It was about what we talked about, Prez.”

  “Wait. What?” They talked about this? “You went to Jett and asked him if you could claim our nineteen-year-old sister?”

  “Yes.” He copies my stance, folding his arms around his big body, feet shoulder-width apart. “I know you don’t get any of this, VJ, and I’m fuckin’ sorry I went against you, I know what Sophie means to you. But, brother, I love that girl, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t just because of the way you might react. I know you’ve been away for eighteen months, but I want you to know ain’t nothin’ ever happened between us before today.”

  How fucking noble of him.

  Sophie makes her way over to Bones, slipping her arm around his waist, his slides around her shoulders. It makes my fucking blood boil, and Jett can see it because he grabs my arm, stopping me from moving.

  He’s probably right to do so.

  I know I can’t dictate who my sister dates. I know I can’t force Jett to take back what he obviously said was okay.

  However, I’m her big brother, am I not supposed to be protective of her?

  Even if she is with one of the best guys I know?

  “VJ, I’m sorry that I’ve disappointed you,” My sister swallows hard.

  I don’t understand why people cry; I really don’t. All these stupid, pointless, wasteful emotions don’t make sense to me.

  However, if I learned anything from my father, it’s that people use them to show how they’re feeling, to purge themselves of pain and that I shouldn’t mock anyone for how they feel. Just because I don’t feel much of anything other than anger and possession, doesn’t mean other’s won’t.

  “I honestly never thought Bones would feel anything for me other than friendship. However, I have loved him since I was a little girl, and he finally feels the same way about me.

  “I didn’t know he’d spoken to Jett already, not at first, but I’m happy that he did. I want to be with him, VJ, and I know Bones would never have told me how he feels if Jett hadn’t agreed with it.” She looks to Jett, who smiles at her and nods his head.

  He pisses me off sometimes. Fucking idiot sees love everywhere he looks. Found his own wife and fell in love at my sister’s wedding, both my sister’s married on the same day to brother’s. Fucking crazy or what?

  However, Jett is a good man; I know that. All he wants is for the women in our family to be happy, to be loved and taken care of.

  I personally think Sophie is too young to know what love is, but whatever, it isn’t up to me to tell her how she should feel. Bones wants to think himself lucky that he’s my friend or I would have put a bullet through his head already.

  “No matter what you think, little brother, this is Sophie’s choice. You really think I’d allow Bones to claim our baby sister if I didn’t think she wanted this?”

  “And you don’t think she’s a little young to even know what she wants?”

  “Don’t do that, VJ!” Little Firecracker.

  I’d laugh, but I don’t want to antagonize her any more than I already have. However, the fact that Sophie is standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at me red-faced is almost too much.

  “I am not a child! Just because you don’t know what love is doesn’t mean I don’t! I’m a young woman with a mind of my own. I love Bones, and there is nothing you can do about it. He claimed me, I am his, and he is mine. If you don’t like it, then tough shit because this is happening, so get used to it!”

  I clench my fists, knuckles cracking from the pressure. I could end this, trust me, I could. But I won’t. I won’t, for her because this means too much to her. I’m a cunt of the worst kind, but I don’t hurt my family if I can help it.

  I roll my neck, cracking that too before looking, my best friend dead in the eyes. “You hurt her once, and I’ll end, you in the worst way,” I say nothing else, I walk away. I don’t want anyone saying anything to me, definitely don’t want my sister trying to hug me.

  I need to get the fuck out of here. I need to see Chloe. Don’t ask me why, but I know being near her will drive this desire to kill out of me. Don’t have a fucking clue why I think that, but I’m not going to question it either.

  I grab my helmet from my bike when someone grabs my arm. “Hey, stranger.”

  Ah, fuck.

  “Molly.” Bane of my life. Fuck a bitch once, and she thinks she belongs to you.

  This whore could never belong to me. Her pussy isn’t even tight. Think she’s fucked her way through Tennessee.

  “It’s so good to see you!”

  “What do you want, Molly?” I don’t have time for this shit. I need to either kill something, get fucking drunk, or fuck Chloe, or all three.

  “Fancy a beer?”

  “No.” I fold my arms around my chest. I know what this bitch wants, and she’s not getting it from me.

  “Oh, come on! Just one drink. Just for old times sake.”

  “We’re not fuckin’, Molly, so get that thought out of your head right now.”

  “You’ve been locked up for months. Surely you need some female company?”

  “Already got what I needed, thanks.”

  Nothing fazes this bitch; she just smiles at me wickedly. It won’t work on me. I’m not interested. This whore might just be crazier than I am.

  Molly is tall for a woman. She might even be six-foot without heels. She’s skinny in a way that isn’t attractive to me; she has literally no curves. Her brown eyes and dark hair have no shine to them, never have had. She looks older than her twenty-seven years. A lot older. Although I have to admit, she no longer looks like the junkie she was eighteen months ago. Maybe she’s cleaned up that part of her, probably substituted it with alcohol. Definitely alcohol.