Page 4 of MC Princess
Did I mention that I have problems? Oh, I did, good.
“I wanted to warn you,” I am cut off when the bitch of the hour snakes her arms around his waist and settles them on his lower stomach. I set my glass down so hard that I think I can hear it crack a little, Pyro catches the motion teamed with the look on my face and tenses up.
“Monica, we are having a conversation here.” My words are dripping with as much venom as I can spit into them and yet she doesn't take her hand off him.
Where is an ax when you need one?
“I’m sure you can make do with the other two. I need this one to come with me.” One of Scar’s hands is on his glass on the table and the other one is hanging at his side; he makes no motion to acknowledge her. I’m sure the grin on my face is a little creepy, but I don't fucking care.
“No. I am talking to him. I have already almost broken a man’s wrist tonight. Don't make me break your nose,” this gets her attention, but she still doesn't walk away.
“Oh, come on! Talk to those two!” She takes on a whine that sounds way too much like Haley and I groan because I know how this is going to go.
Why is tonight the night that people want to test me?!
I make eye contact with Scar and try to ask a question without saying anything to him, thankfully he gets it and nods his head in agreement. Someone beside me chuckles as I move closer to them, pulling her arms free and stepping between her and Scar. I shouldn’t get butterflies in my stomach at the fact that he let me get between him and the chance at getting his dick wet, but I do.
“Bitch, get your hands off of me.” Monica fights my hold on her arm but it's useless, she can't get away from the grip I have on her.
“I wish everyone would stop calling me that, it makes me want to break something.” I use the hand that doesn't have a hold of her arm to break her finger and she falls to the ground a screaming mess.
When the crowd looks over and sees that I am the one holding on to her they just turn away and promptly ignore us–it's in their best interest.
“Damn. Finley isn't fucking around tonight. Something has her all fucking wound up and someone is going to get a whole lot more than a broken finger if they don’t run along.” I hear Pyro chuckle behind me.
“I wasn't even going to come to this party but then I heard some rather atrocious things in the kitchen earlier today and thought that I should let you guys know. I was already in a bad mood and people are just pushing it.” I don't need to speak loudly for the guys to hear me, and Monica starts to freak out when she realizes that I must be talking about her conversation with Haley.
She starts to struggle harder, trying to get to her feet and move away from me but I don't let her. It seems right that she is here for me to ruin her.
I turn both of us around—still managing to hold on to her wrist—and face the guys, “What I was going to tell you is that I overheard Monica here talking about trapping you into settling down by getting pregnant and letting you think it was an accident,” since she is already close to the ground, I shove her over and put my foot on her chest. She clutches her broken finger and fights against my leg a little, but she can't use both of her hands to push herself up, so she doesn’t manage to overpower me.
I look up to see three horrified faces.
“Are you fucking serious?!” Bell huffs, he is standing a little behind Scar but not too far away to pier down at the woman on the floor with a look that would make a grown man piss his pants.
“Nope, she and Haley were talking in the kitchen earlier when they thought I had left. They were dumb and didn't wait until I was far enough away. Haley piqued my interest but then I stayed around because I heard her say your name.”
“You stupid slut! Not everyone in the world could have their pick of the club like you! Some of us have to work for the relationships that we want! Why do you get to have a say in this? Scar cares about me and here you are putting your little fucking nose into other people's business! Why can't you stay out of things that don't concern you? You are the MC princess and nothing more! Let's not act like you have any say in things that go on around here! You don't have to be such a BITCH!” There is that fucking word again. Normally it doesn't bother me but something about today has me on fucking edge.
I lean forward and punch her right in the fucking nose, there is a burn in my knuckles, but the crunch of her face is so satisfying that I can't make myself stop after the first hit.
I vaguely hear Scar in the background, “Pull her off before she kills her, will ya?”
I know that it's Bell that grabs me around the waist and pulls me off her, and I’m sure she’s not dead because Scar told him to stop me before it went that far, but I can feel the blood splattered on my face and my knuckles are bleeding from hitting her as hard as I did.
“You are something else, doll.” He slings me over his shoulder and heads to the hallway, I see Pyro pick Monica up off the floor and deposit her in the arms of two of the other hang-arounds, and I see my father's smiling face, his glass raised in a salute before the door is shut between us and the bar.
“I better not see her again.” I grind out between clenched teeth; I am still far too angry for my own good.
“I am sure you won't. She will need medical attention and then she will be removed from the compound permanently, much like Dave. Seems like you were in the mood to clean house tonight.”
“I’m glad she will be gone.”
“I can't imagine she would want to come back after getting her ass kicked by you, and now that everyone knows what she was planning no one would protect her. Even if the other women welcomed her back the Ol’ ladies never would and that alone would make her life hell.”
“I sure fucking hope not. She could have picked anyone. Any of the brothers, why did it have to be Scar?” Bell’s steps falter and I realize that I might have said too much. I was hoping that I could play this whole thing off as protecting the club as a whole and no one would notice that it was about Scar specifically.
With my big fucking mouth though, that just went out the damn window.
