“Hey, hey.” I wrenched out of her grip, cutting her off. “When have you ever heard that misogynistic bullshit leave my mouth?”
“You’re not the only one with a big mouth around here, bro.”
“Do I need to fight someone?”
“I fight for myself, thanks.”
“Why are you coming at me then? I couldn’t give a fuck if you ride a hog or a damn donkey.”
“What if I rode Nash?” Orla backed me against the wall so fiercely that flames seemed to leap from her gaze. “He thinks you’d kill him.”
I clenched my teeth. “That’s different.”
“How?”
“You’re my sister. Mylittlesister.”
“So? My vagina, remember?”
“Never said it wasn’t.” Jesus Christ, this shit had escalated fast. “And I never said you couldn’t bang Nash, to him or to you.”
“Then why is it different?”
“Because he has power, Orls. And I need him. If you two didn’t work out, what then? He’d transfer to another club? Or I’d have to fucking murder him cos he’d hurt your feelings and letting it slide made the whole club look weak?”
“This is bullshit,” she seethed.
I held her combustible stare for as long as I had the heart to, then I sighed. “I know it is, and I already spoke to the table. We’re working on it, okay? It just ain’t a priority right now.”
“You know he’s not going to touch me until he has your goddamn permission, don’t you?”
“He doesn’t need my permission. I already told you that. And I never told him he did.”
“It’s implied, Cam. Always has been.”
“For your protection!” I snapped, slamming my hand against the wall. “You want a hundred horny bikers thinking you’re fair game? Leching after you every time you walk into the bar?”
“If those are the men you call brother, then you need new fucking friends.”
“You think I don’t know that? What the fuck do you think the last few years have been about? Embry got fuckingstabbed. Rubi’s brain got mashed. All to make this bullshit club a better fucking place, so don’t come at me like I don’t give a damn.”
I was shouting by the time I was done. Maybe a different woman would’ve shrunk back, but not my sister.
Shesmirkedbefore her glare softened into something else. “I thought you were gone.”
“What?”
“You’ve been so quiet since it happened.” She glanced at my shoulder. “This is the longest conversation we’ve had in weeks.”
“Is it?”Wasit? I couldn’t fucking remember. “Shit, I’m sorry. You know I’ve always got time for you.”
“That’s not my point, you goddamn buffoon.”
“Then what is?”
“I’m worried about you.” Orla stepped closer and slipped her slender arms around my waist. “Every time I see you, you’re staring into space, even when you have two hot dudes hanging off you.”
I tried to picture Saint or Alexeihangingoff me. Failed. But the distraction from the gnarly conversation lessened the tension binding my muscles. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m okay, just fucking stressed trying to keep everyone alive.”