Page 15 of Marked By Myth

“Hey young gun,” I called over to the prospect. Flash looked up from where he was talking with some of the guys and offered me a smile. “Care to show a girl a good time?”

Myth

Stacey.

Fuck, just the name had sent my hard cock withering away in my jeans. If only she knew what I did to Stacey after that fateful night. If only…she knew the monster I had become without her.

As I moved back to the bar, I locked eyes on Flash flirting with my ol’ lady. Fury poured over me with unrelenting anguish. She was doing it to hurt me, to show me she wasn’t affected by me like I was with her.

Only, I knew she was.

I’d felt it. My thigh still had a wet patch from her pussy grinding against it, and I loved knowing I could still elicit that kind of emotion from her.

She wanted to hate me.

I’d let her. It made making up that much hotter later. Flash better keep his goddamn hands to himself if he didn’t want to lose his life though. She was flirting with him and Doom to rile me up. The both of them didn’t know her, both coming in after she had left, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck them up if they so much as touched her.

She was mine.

Menace made his way to my side, his eyes locked on what I was watching. “Do I need to intervene?”

“No need.”

“Prez?”

“You heard me. But I do need to have a chat with Missy, can you get her?”

Menace frowned, wondering why I would need to speak with her. She was a club girl, but she’d been with us for years, twelve to be exact, and she was highly respected. She ran the club girls and the operations around here.

“Prez, you wanted to see me?” Missy asked, bounding around the bar and in front of me. She was five foot nothing, but she packed a punch if you ever got in the ring with her. Menace was standing behind her, curious himself.

“Belle got a little too comfortable around here,” I said. “She needs to be taught her place.”

Missy smirked. She knew exactly what that meant. She’d be able to get bloody. “You got it.”

Grabbing her bat from behind the bar, she headed over to the group of girls hanging around some of the men. I watched as two girls dragged Belle out of the clubhouse before she could make a sound.

“Brutal.”

“Deserved. Damn bunnies need to know their place around here.”

My eyes are diverted back to Flash coming over to the bar with a huge grin on his face. I wanted to punch it off immediately, but I held my cool, leaning against the bar with as much non-chalance as I could muster.

“You look happy,” Ink stated as he poured him another round of drinks.

“I’m about to hook that fine woman over there,” he said. “She’s all up in my grill. Wants me to show her a real good time.”

Everything in me burned hotter than lava. I pushed off the bar, my eyes zeroed in on my prospect. Menace’s hand rested over Flash’s shoulder, turning his attention away from me.

“Trust me when I say this, young gun, it’s in your best interest right now to go,” Menace told him.

“Wha–”

“Run.”

Flash didn’t need to be told twice. He looked at me advancing on him before he hightailed it out of the clubhouse.

“He didn’t know,” Fang said from behind me. “You know half these guys don’t know who she is, and she wouldn’t let me tell them.”