One of his hands releases my arm, forcing my face up so I meet his gaze.
“Nope, you were just getting on your knees for any cock that pushed its way through that hole, huh?” he snarls. “Gotta say, never pictured little Nay to be the whore type.”
His words hurt, like he’s stabbed me in the chest, and I shake my head, trying to throw off his accusations.
He scoffs and releases me with a rough shove. “Get the fuck outta my sight.”
I stumble for a moment before finding my balance. Then a man with a matching leather cut-off comes swaggering over, swinging his arm around Kolter’s shoulders.
“Well, well, well. Who do we have here, Blade?”
“Blade?” I echo as I look between the men.
The guy’s eyes stay on me, running over me in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. It makes me feel exposed, dirty, and I immediately decide I don’t like him at all.
Kolter’s eyes stay on mine, his stony expression never wavering for a moment.
“No one. She’s no one.”
Chapter Four
Kolter
Those big grey eyes stare up at me with an overwhelming amount of hurt before she scurries away. Good. Little priss like her doesn’t belong in a place like this.
“What was that about?” Ace asks.
I look over my shoulder at him and wonder what Naomi thought of him. She doesn’t know anyone from the gang besides me, and it’s been years since I’ve seen her. I’m not that same kid she used to know. Not even fucking close.
I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. “Nothing. I’m out of here. See you back at the clubhouse.”
Before he can question me or insist that I stay, I’m gone. I do my best to conceal my wandering gaze as best as I can while I weave my way through the club, but once I catch sight of a soft swish of bright blonde hair ducking out around the corner, I know I’m headed in the right direction.
She heads down the main staircase, looking a little turned around for a moment until she finds the exit. Looks like it was her first time tonight. I wonder what else she got up to.
Running into her was unexpected. I turned the corner and saw her coming out of the Dark Room, curiosity got the best ofme and now, after wondering my whole damn life, I finally know what her mouth feels like.
It was disappointing at best.
I keep a healthy distance between us, so she’s none the wiser that I’m trailing a hundred feet or so behind her. She makes her way through the hallway to the main street, and when she steps through the door, I pause, allowing her time to figure out her ride or whatever.
After a few seconds, I push through the door and find that she hasn’t made it far. She’s only just ahead, on foot.
My jaw tenses as irritation pulses through me. I just wanted to make sure she left the club; now I’m gonna have to make sure she doesn’t get goddamn jumped because she’s too fucking naïve to understand how rough this area can be, especially at night.
She wraps her arms around herself as if that will protect her from the biting night air. Hate to break it to her, but she’d be better off in a pair of panties and a T-shirt than that dress. My cock twitches in my pants at the thought of that, and I blow out a frustrated breath as I head for my bike.
I don’t start it up until she’s almost completely out of my sight. And when sheisfully out of my sight, I take off towards her.
Hours pass as I watch her aimlessly wander the streets, like she doesn’t have a place to go back to. Or maybe she doesn’t want to go back. It’s not until the sun is just starting to come up that she finally heads towards a hotel, practically limping inside. I’m sure walking the streets in high heels for hours has to hurt like a bitch.
The entire time I followed her, she didn’t look over her shoulder once. She’s so fucking unaware of the world around her. Just like when she was a child. The kid hasn’t even changed one goddamn bit.
Well, maybe a little bit.
As soon as she scans her room key against the locked entrance and steps through, I rev my throttle and take off down the road. Fucking finally.
I should have gone home hours ago. I should have given up on being her shadow for the night. Old habits die hard and all that, I guess. For months after I left the house, I’d follow her around. I knew Nick didn’t pay enough attention to her, and with me out of the picture, she was at risk. Don’t ask me why I fucking cared back then.