Free Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1) by Phoenyx Slaughter

in the club. She ain’t gonna ride every cock in here hopin’ someone takes her as an ol’ lady. She’s with you ‘cause she likes you.”
    Maybe that’s not exactly how we started out, what with her childish revenge plot against Hemi, but he’s right. Karina and I fit together like two pieces of some fucked up puzzle and I ain’t offerin’ her up to any of my brothers again. I’m still fuckin’ livid with myself for lettin’ Hemi near her.
    “She ain’t up for grabs, Prez. I’m serious.”
    He holds his hands up. “All right, all right. Fuck, never seen you so gone over a bitch before.”
    I shrug. “First time for everything.”
     
     

 

    Dante’s room is easy enough to find.
    So is trouble.
    Trouble comes in the form of two barely dressed women who spot me leaving Dante’s room and follow me.
    Dante assumed I’d be harassed by one of the guys. Guess it never occurred to him it would be one of his club girls who hassled me.
    “Where the fuck did you come from?” The tall blonde one sneers at me.
    “I’m with Dante,” I answer as nicely as possible.
    “Yeah, we figured that, you comin’ outta his room and all. But who the fuck are you?”
    As they’re talking to me, they’re also sort of pressing me up against the wall. I’m trying to be as polite as possible, hoping it diffuses the situation, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
    “Fuck off,” Logan shouts at them from the end of the hallway.
    Both of them jump and pale when they see how furious he is.
    “Shit! Where did you come from?” the short, chubby redhead squeaks.
    His boots thunder down the hallway as he approaches.
    “Get the fuck away from her.”
    “What are you doing here, sprite?” he asks after they scurry away.
    Sprite. Is he kidding me? He hasn’t called me that since we were kids and I decided that was the only thing I would drink for an entire summer. Even after I grew out of that phase, the name stuck. Until—
    “Karina? What are you doing here?”
    Shaking my memories from the past away, I lift my gaze to his face. He seems concerned. Happy to see me almost.
    “I’m here with Dante.”
    His face hardens. What? Did he think I was here looking for him?
    “You can’t be serious.” He runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck, that’s why he sent me off on that run, isn’t it?” he mumbles. I don’t think he’s looking for an answer from me, so I don’t give him one.
    “I need to get back. Thank you for rescuing me.” Before he has a chance to say anything, I pivot and make my way back to Dante.
    He’s sliding off his stool when I enter the room. The serious expression on his face changes when he sees me.
    “I was just gonna come lookin’ for you.”
    “Um, two of your girls were bothering me. Logan…Hemi, chased them away for me.”
    His face contorts into anger and I step back. Lightning quick, his hand reaches out, curling around my bicep, pulling me to him.
    “You okay?” he asks.
    The tension inside me releases when I realize he’s not angry with me. My head bobs up and down.
    “Who?”
    “I don’t know their names. A short, chubby redhead and a tall, skinny blonde.”
    He nods once and scans the room. I follow his gaze, but don’t see either of them. He grunts. “I’ll deal with them later. You tell ‘em you were with me?”
    “Yeah, they didn’t seem to care.”
    His jaw ticks. “Okay. Hemi say anything to you?”
    My gaze drops to the floor. “Just asked me what I was doing here. I told him I was with you.”
    Rough fingers tickle under my chin, lifting my head up. “What did he say?”
    “He seemed surprised.”
    That seems to satisfy Dante and he leads me back to the bar. Planting himself on the same barstool, this time he pulls me between his legs, with my back to the bar. Between his body and the lip of the bar, I’m sort of protected from view. That turns out to be a good thing, because Dante’s fingers trail up my bare legs, under my skirt. His big hands grasp my