Resenting Me
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Berry always taught us that, when it comes to women, honesty is always the best policy, so here it goes.
“I like you, Lana.”
Her eyes fly open.
“Like me, how? I mean there are a million different likes. You gotta be more specific here, Pyro,” she sputters all cute like.
God, she is so f**king gorgeous and pure.
“I like you enough to get to know you better.”
“Pyro… I don’t think you and I would fit well together.”
Why does it feel like she has just gutted me alive with that sentence? She sees something in my look, and all of a sudden, I am afraid of words. Fucking words, for crying out loud! I wear leather, ride a Harley, never leave the compound without a gun, and shoot people, and here I am, afraid of f**king words?
“No, Pyro, you’re thinking all wrong here. I just don’t fit in this lifestyle.”
“Is this because you’re loaded?” I ask insulted.
“How in the f**k do you know I got money? Tread lightly, because even though I’m bare ass naked, I ain’t afraid to scream this bloody clubhouse down.”
Jesus! Are all women like this when you’re trying to get to know them?
“I felt bad for getting you shot, so I had your old boss wire some money into your account for me. When he did, he made a comment that you didn’t really need it and it got me curious.”
She jumps off the bed. “Do you know, after my parents died, my ass was raped by a cousin because of that f**king money? Is that what you want to hear, Pyro? Huh? How the greatest parents in the world left this girl all the money she could live off of, and how family came from everywhere and descended on her like a pack of f**king coyotes. Why the f**k do you think I’m here in a small town, dancing and doing what I love, and staying off the f**king radar? That money is mine. My parents left it to me, not to my sick as f**k family,” she yells while sliding down the wall to the floor.
Her angry words make me feel like the biggest ass**le ever to wear leather. I zip my pants, still stuck on the comment about her cousin f**kin’ raping her. What kind of f**ked up shit is that? What did that cousin hope to gain? Was it supposed to force her into giving him money?
People are so f**king f**ked up in the head. I don’t know what else to say to her, other than I’m sorry, before I walk out of the room. I need to get away from her and process all of this new information. I don’t want her to feel the anger radiating off of me and think that she is what has made me this pissed off. Right now, I want to hunt that piece of shit cousin down.
Chapter Five
“Pyro, we need to talk now!”
He downs his whiskey and nods his head towards his apartment. He slowly trudges behind me. For a man who I know is so strong, I feel weakness coming off of him right now and I hate it.
I slam the door shut with such force, everything along the walls shakes.
“What the f**k, Lana?”
“Oh, so I’m Lana again? Not flower? I’m just some bitch you stuck it in a few times. I’m just another one of these f**king, dumbass muffler bunnies? Is that it?” He wants to be an ass? Well, I can be one, too!
“If I ever hear you speak about yourself in a bad way again, so help me god, Lana.” He growls.
“See, Lana again. Way to make a woman feel special and shit,” I grumble, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Oh, I changed your sheets and stuff, too.”
Where the f**k did that come from?
He laughs. “You changed my f**kin’ sheets? You’re not a prospect. Don’t do that shit again, Lana.”
I can’t help it. I burst into tears. I felt special, wanted, cared for when he nicknamed me flower, and now nothing. I’m back to being just Lana, back to be nothing but a woman with too much money.
What is wrong with me? I am an emotional train wreck!
“Oh shit, I dunno what to do with a cryin’ woman.”
Fucking bastard.
“Then get the f**k out!” I roar. “I thought you were different from the rest of them, and I guess I was f**king wrong! I wanna pack my shit and go back home!” I roll over onto my back and pull the sheet up to cover me. “Besides, that Christina bitch is all about pissing off Winter, and I know Winter. She’s liable to f**king kill her. I don’t wanna be around for that.”
He goes to move again, and I throw a pillow at him.
“Now, flower, was that necessary?”
Oh, what, so now I’m flower again?
“It was. I’m Lana, darlin’, babe, or flower. Pick one, gosh darn it, and stick to it!”
A smirk spreads over his face as he pushes off the wall and stalks over to the bed. When he grabs the edge of the covers, I scoot back towards the headboard.
“Why are you crawling under the sheets?”
Wait! What’s he doing?
“Ohhhhh…,” I moan, as I learn firsthand exactly what he’s doing.
“Usually, to shut a woman up, I just go down on them. So, shut the f**k up, and enjoy my tongue.”
And moment ruined.
I kick his shoulder so hard, he goes flying off the bed.
“What did I do? You don’t like getting your pu**y ate?”
I huff and wince when my sore shoulder starts aching. “Not when you bring up the fact that your tongue has been in multiple vaginas, I don’t.”
He throws his hands up. “Woah there, babe. Never ate a bitch bareback before.”
I wrap the sheet tighter against me. “What? As in you actually use plastic wrap and shit?” I need to think for just a moment here. He’s a biker whore. I know he’s gotta be feeding me a line of crap. “I call bullshit!”