Page 65 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“Not here. Leave a message or call back later,” her voicemail answered.
I knew she wouldn’t pick up, but I needed to hear her voice, even if it was in that stupid message.
I called again. This time I spoke after the beep. “Just making sure you’re all right. Please just let me know.” I reached the front yard. A few Night Skulls scattered around in the party aftermath, and Mama was standing on the porch, her eyes narrowed my way. “I love you, Cameron.” My thumb tapped the red icon as Mama marched toward me.
“What the hell happened to you? When did you come back?” She rubbed my arms, raking me from head to toe.
“Last night.”
“Did you spend the night in the forest?” she asked in disbelief.
I glared at her, anger hitting again as her face reminded me of how she and my trustworthy VP contributed to last night’s disaster. “Where’s Rush?”
“What the fuck? Why did you sleep outside? And didn’t you say you’d return on Monday? What the hell is going on?”
“She broke up with me. That’s what’s going on. Happy?” My chest heaved with heat and pain. “Now where the fuck is Rush?!”
She looked around, and I noticed the heads turning at our exchange. “Let’s take this inside.”
I beat her to my room, and she followed at her own pace. Kicking off my boots and tossing my jacket on the bed, I could see the twitching victorious smirk on her lips. Was she unable to hide it or didn’t she bother in the first place?
“Before you give Rush a hard time, you gotta know he didn’t tell me anything,” she said once she closed the door. “I figured it out on my own.”
“Where the fuck is he?” I asked slowly, closing my eyes in a failing attempt to control my temper.
“Sacramento to take care of the upcoming drug shipment. Then Oakland like you ordered,” she said and sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s how I knew you were planning on taking off, by the way. Why else would you let him handle everything?”
“Well, looks like you got your wish. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Best decision ever.” She grinned. “Wanna tell me what happened with that…” she swallowed whatever shit she was about to call Cammie when my eyes flashed at her, “…that chick.”
“No.”
She sighed, still grinning, and got up. “Here’s the thing about The Night Skulls. We don’t hook up with outsiders. Normal people. That would never work. We’re far from normal. Had given up onnormalso fucking long ago.” She squeezed my shoulders. “I’ve seen that girl. She would’ve never fit in here anyway, baby. You gotta accept she was never yours.”
Anger pulsed off me. My fists clenched and unclenched during her entire speech. When she finished, I shrugged her off me. “Gonna hit the shower.”
“All right, sweetheart. I’m going.” She kissed me on the cheek and left.
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. As I unzipped my jeans, a knock on the door followed by Serena, one of Mama’s favorite bitches, barging into my room stopped me midway.
“What the fuck? I didn’t tell you to come in,” I yelled at the blonde.
Her crimson lips curved up, and her green eyes turned dark as they trailed down my naked abdomen along with the exposed rim of my boxers and then back to my chest.
“Need something?” I asked impatiently.
She sauntered toward me, her gaze dipping to my jeans. Then she ran her black-manicured fingers over my body. “I thought maybeyoumight be needing something.”
I took her hands off me, my face contracting in disgust. “No, thanks.”
She thrust her perky tits up, and they threatened to bust out of her tiny pink crop top. Then her hand finished unzipping my jeans and rested on my cock. “You sure about that?”
I smirked, my fingers tangling in her long hair. Her lips stretched from ear to ear, and her palm stroked me.
I leaned in, tightening my grip on her hair. She thought I was about to kiss her, but I reached her ear instead. “Tell Mama if she wanted to send a bitch to my room, she should’ve learned from Roar and sent a brunette. At least he knew what I preferred to fuck.”
She moaned in pain. Panic flicked in her eyes when I met them. “Chill. I still haven’t stooped that low to hit chicks.” I let go of her hair. “Now take your ugly hand off my cock and get the fuck out.”
