Page 17 of Knot Without My Permission
I’m sure I’ll get a call from Jasper or Tommy when they hear about this. Despite how large Minneapolis is, gossip travels quickly. I’m not exactly looking forward to that conversation. Despite all the chaos between us and bad blood on my part, he’s still my brother.
I’m afraid I’ll cry if I hear his voice, and the last thing I want is to meet Lore’s brother while I’m a blubbering mess.
Lock in, Baby Girl. It’s time to go.
Sucking in a breath, I pull out of my parking spot so I’m behind the bikes. Glancing behind me, I notice there are even more people than what we started with, and remember Wilder told me the rest of his club would be coming in for the funeral. Basically, I have sixty or so people surrounding me.
Our poor neighbors are going to fucking hate us. In fact, people walk out of their homes to stare in awe and little bit of fear as they watch us drive away. All I can hope for is that we won’t have issues later when I come home. The neighborhood is safe, and I really like knowing it’s a slice of normalcy in my life.
I don’t want anything to fuck that up.
The streets pass by in a blur as I drive, and I only focus on the motorcycle break lights in front of me. I disassociate a bit as a way to get some space from the funeral. As the bikes park in front of the church, I pull around to find a spot in the lot.
There are a few bikes around me as I grab my purse, and the rain continues to come down.
“Rage on,” I mutter, finding my stun gun and sliding it into my rain coat pocket.
Turning off the car, I glance through the window and scream as I’m startled by a glaring, masked man I’ve never seen before. He’s leaning against the vehicle, his balaclava over the lower part of his face, giving me flashbacks of when the MC club rocked my car back and forth on the lonely highway.
Fuck, if there was ever a moment I wish I could scream for help down a bond, this is it. However, Storm and I are on the same page about bond bites. They won’t happen until I feel completely safe and happy. Right now, while I may care about both my surviving alphas, I do not think that’s enough yet.
Sucking in oxygen like I’m paid to breathe, I check to make sure I have everything before shoving open my door to force the male back as I get out of the SUV.
“A little room please!” I yell over the pouring rain. My hood shadows my face as I shut the door, putting several steps back. My palm hides my stun gun as I glare at what I know to be an alpha.
I can feel his chaotic, angry energy crawling over me, which is an unfortunate sign he’s angry. It feels as if there are ants biting my skin, and as an omega, I want to beg him to tell me what I did wrong. Instead, I hold my head up, and push down the uncomfortable sensations he’s projecting.
In a moment of insanity, I turn my back on him, lock the vehicle doors, and begin to walk toward the church’s entrance. What the fuck is he going to do? I have a fucking gun and the premises are crawling with club members.
“You’re awfully brave, huh?” he growls, his long legs catching up to me.
“Why should I care about an alpha who peeks into women’s windows like a creeper?” I ask, keeping my voice loud and strong despite my heart being in my throat.
Fixing my purse so he won’t be able to strangle me with it if it comes to that, I pocket my keys and keep my stun gun hidden by my side. If my mouth writes checks I can’t cash, then at least I’ll be able to defend myself. Granted, I’m much shorter than the alpha walking beside me, but I’m doing this new thing where I’m no longer going to cower when I’m scared.
“I wanted to see who was dumb enough to show up at a funeral like this alone as a lowly woman,” he mutters.
“I’m not lowly or lonely, in case that’s the word you wanted to grasp for like the uneducated swine you are,” I reply.
“She’s also not alone,” a growl adds. It takes fucking everything inside of me not to flinch or scream.
That’s it. I’m adding bells to all their goddamned socks.
Burner and a beta fall into place beside and behind me as I continue to walk, though they don’t attempt to block me from the alpha who snorts at his response.
“Is this my brother’s little whore?”
Brother.I’m going to blame my reaction on both grief and surprise, because there’s no way in hell I’d react like this otherwise. Big emotions evoke my inner insanity.
My thumb turns on the stun gun, and I find the only opening that’s not covered in leather. His cut exposes his shirt covered body, so that’s where I strike.
“What…fuck!”
Devon’s yell is met without sympathy as I watch him slip in the mud caused by the rain and fall back on his ass. Unfortunately, this lot isn’t very well paved.
“Calling me a whore disrespects Lore, who from my understanding was a damn good sibling to you,” I say, gazing at his wide eyes. “Fix your attitude, because I don’t give a fuck whose president you are, this club doesn’t bow to you.”
“Damn,” Burner whispers. “Let’s move, Little Queen. He’s gonna be pissed once he gets back up.”
