Envy (11 page)

Today is West’s birthday bash and everyone is at the clubhouse celebrating with him. It’s nice to see him with a genuine smile on his face. After he was seriously hurt by The Devils in his own house, he hasn’t really been himself. He has only just started to become independent from his injuries because they fucked him up that bad. It’s been horrible to see him so down, he hasn’t even been able to ride his bike.

“Hey lovely ladies.” West sits down at our table.

I’m sat with all the girls, including Maci, Marie and Nelly. For the past week or so, we’ve been getting closer.

“Happy birthday West.” I say. He seems a little tipsy and after what he’s been through, beside the fact that it’s his birthday, he deserves to be.

“You been having a good day?” Drew asks him.

“Now that I’m sat with you beautiful ladies, I sure am.” He winks, making us all laugh.

“Such a charmer.” Marie laughs.

“Well, I have to have something going for me after nearly dying.” He pouts.

We all laugh. Yes, West did very nearly die on that road and many times recovering, but he sure does milk it. Especially with the ladies.

“You poor baby.” I rub his back in sympathy.

“West.” I hear Devlin voice and look up to see him standing behind us.

Devlin’s eyes are fixed on my hand that’s sarcastically rubbing West’s back. Ever so slowly, I remove my hand and took it safely back on my lap. Nelly’s face looks weary and I know why, Devlin has told me he wants me as his old lady and here I am rubbing another man’s back. In the normal word, that wouldn’t be such a big deal, but here in the MC world it really is. The men here are more old fashioned and protective of their women.

Devlin hasn’t come out right and told everyone he has claimed me as his, but he has made it known in other ways. He sleeps in my bed, even though we still haven’t had sex. He lets me ride on the back of his bike and is seen by my side often. He doesn’t need to say the words, the members already have a clue and so do the women. I tell them most of what happened between us anyway.

“Hey Devlin!” West greets without having a clue what’s really going on here. He’s too drunk. “Thank you for coming!”

Oh fuck, Devlin really does look pissed. The longer Devlin frowns the angrier I seem to get. Why should he be so angry? I’m not doing anything seriously wrong. I’m having a little fun and West is none the wiser. It’s not like I’m openly flirting with another man. Devlin should know I’m not like that, not anymore anyway.

“West can I have a word?” Devlin asks him, after he’s done glaring down at him.

“Sure.” West agrees.

“Oh my god!” I shout. “Are you serious?” Every around the table, including some club members surround, looks to me.

“Deadly.” Devlin shoots those dark intense eyes at me but I ignore the flutter in my heart.

“You’re not talking to him.” I demand.

“And why not?” Devlin steps closer.

“Nothing is wrong, there’s no need to.” I glare at his stupidly sexy face.

“From where I was standing, I think I do need to have a chat with him. Some thing’s need to be made clear.” He doesn’t look happy at all. I know that I’m in trouble and we seem to have everyone’s attention now. Great, not only is he pissed for me touching West, but now I look disrespectful to him. Fuck this shit.

“Do what you want Devlin!” I storm off, storming through members and their families. God I’m so fucking angry! As I make it outside to the clubs garden, and I hear someone behind me.

“Go away Devlin.” I snap.

“It’s me.” Lauren runs around me, panting from having to catch me up. “I told him to stay away for a couple of minutes.”

“Thanks.” I stand still, looking up to the sky and growling. “What the fuck of wrong with that man!”

“He likes you.” She shrugs. “It’s obvious.”

“But he’s being pathetic!” I argue.

“He hasn’t openly claimed you as his old lady and it’s clear it’s killing him.” She smiles at me, trying to calm me down. “He’s just jealous that he saw you being playful with West, even if it wasn’t meant in that way, Devlin saw it that way.”

“Yeah maybe.” I agree. “Men really are stupid.”

“Hell yes they are.” Lauren laughs along with me.

“What the fuck just happened?” I ask nobody in particular as I watch Lauren run after Natasha.

“You are one stupid man.” Grim laughs at me.

“Shut the fuck up.” I push him away and go to follow the women but Elise, Drew and even my dad and Grim stop me.

“Give her some space.” Drew glares at me.

“I need to talk to her.” I insist, trying not to hurt my sisters feelings as well.

“Son, take it from my and listen to your sister. Give Natasha some space and wait for her to come to you.” My dad declares, like he’s the fucking bitch whisperer or something.

“No, give her an hour to cool off and then go talk to her.” Grim corrects my dad. “She will think you don’t care if you leave her too long.”

I look at every one, all thinking they have an input on my life.

“What the fuck?” I ask. “She’s my woman, and I’m going after her!”

“Oh really?” Elise rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, didn’t see that one coming.” Scrappy jokes.

“This funny to you?” I push him away, Scrappy doesn’t seem to like that and storms back over to me.

“Yeah, not such a joker now are you?”

“Calm down!” My dad shouts. “Natasha really your woman?”

I look him in the eye. “Not officially, but I’ve told her.”

“She agree with that?” He asks.

“Yes, but she’s not ready just yet.” I answer him honestly.

“Well that’s enough for me.” My dad straightens up, a sign he’s back in President mode. “Everyone leave him the fuck alone and let him deal with it the way he chooses.”

Almost immediately, everyone steps away and goes back to their own business. The president’s word is final. Drew however, still stands firm. “Don’t you hurt her.”

“I won’t.” I promise, kissing her forehead as I pass her by.

“He’s going in!” Baby shouts as I walk in Natasha’s direction. The little shit.

“Make sure to protect your balls!” Grim shouts after. God if they weren’t my brothers I’d fucking kill them.

“That man is so fucking stupid.” I complain.

“I hear ya.” Lauren holler back,

“I mean, is he really that dumb to think that I would openly flirt with West?” I ask her. “Does he not know me at all? God that man really knows how to piss me off!” Lauren doesn’t say anything, so I shout some more. “Why the fuck does he think he can just glare at me and I’ll do as he wants without a single thought? Like a mindless robot! I’m not one of the fucking whores he can order around.”

“Hey!” I hear Devlin shout from behind me.

I frown at Lauren, she knew he was behind me and didn’t say anything. I raise my eyebrows at her in anger and she walks away without a word but I see the little smirk on her face. I thought she was on my side?

“Carry on Natasha, I’m loving what I’m hearing so far.” Devlin continues when we’re alone. I turn around to see Devlin leaning against the clubhouse wall, his arms folded while he waits for me to carry on bitching about him.

“I’m done.” I answer, feeling a little foolish.

“What was that shit you was spitting?” He asks but I don’t answer him. Now that Lauren has gone and I’ve been caught bitching about him, I don’t feel as angry anymore. “Come on Natasha, I thought you had so much more to say.”

“You can’t order me around!” I shout back. “I wasn’t even flirting and you embarrassed me like that in front of everyone!”

“You were flirting with him!” He shouts back. “He needed to know you’re mine.”

“I’m not a property you can claim.” I groan.

“No, but I have laid claim that you will be mine.” He announces, completely shocking me.

“What?” All anger has gone. I’m still new to some biker ways but I know that what he just told me is big.

“That’s right.” Devlin steps closer, slowly closing the gap between us. “I told every single person in there that you will be my old lady. Prez told everyone to leave us alone, our shit is our business.” That’s practically club talk for, his dad approves. Oh shit, this has become scarily real.

“Oh.” I go to walk to the nearby bench but Devlin catches me off guard and stops me.

“I love you.” His words shock me even more, I can feel the tears already falling.

“Devlin.” I whisper, not knowing what to do or say. I’ve never had this before, I’ve always been chucked aside and forgotten about. Now here’s a sexy, tattooed biker who is saying he loves me and wants to be with me, even after seeing some of my scars.

Devlin picks me up and walks us to the wall, leaning me against it to keep his balance.

“I love you Natasha.” His lips crush mine and I let his kiss take me away. “I’m sorry for doing that shit in there but I didn’t like you touching him.”

“I know.” I admit. “I just don’t like being made to feel I can’t have male friends. I was just messing with him.”

“I get that, I’m sorry baby.” His lips return to mine and this time I kiss him back. My hands grab onto his shoulders and pull him closer, his erection between my legs making my insides clench.

“Devlin.” I whisper, forcing myself to break away from him. I wait for Devlin to look into my eyes. “I love you.”