[06] Slade by Teresa Gabelman Page A

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“Something that shouldn’t have happened,” Slade finished for her as he jerked his pants on, careful not to rip his manhood off. Picking up his gun, he tucked it in the back of his waistband before grabbing his shirt and putting it on. “Did I hurt you?”
“When? Now or before?” Jill asked, shooting him a nasty glare.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Slade hissed, tossing her bra and shirt at her.
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” Jill sat, holding her things.
“Put your clothes on before someone else comes barging in your room,” Slade growled, tossing her underwear and jeans at her.
“What do you care?” Jill angrily snapped on her bra and pulled her shirt on, her underwear was next. “You got what you wanted, right?”
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” This time he did look at her. Slade knew without a doubt, he needed to go cool off and think before he did or said something he would regret.
“Good thing Sid did bust ass into my room, huh?” Jill kept going, wiggling into her pants. “Gave you an excuse to push me aside with your pissed-off attitude.”
“Dammit, Jill,” Slade warned, watching as she buttoned her pants.
“Go on.” Jill tossed him his boots. “Get out. Go like you want to. High five Sid on the way out, you asshole. You’re just like everyone else in my life.”
That did it. That pissed him off more than Sid breaking into her room. Grabbing her, he snapped her around, his face inches from hers. “I never promised you anything.”
“I didn’t say you did,” Jill shot back, trying to pull away from him. “But you’re ready to hightail it out of here, aren’t you? At least fake it and stay for two seconds.”
“I’m not like them, Jillian,” Slade growled, wanting to kiss her, but knew it would be a mistake. He had to think, get his shit straight and beat the fuck out of Sid. He gave her one last look. “I’m nothing like them.”
“Then prove it and stay.” Jill’s eyes begged him, but her body language said she didn’t give a shit whether he stayed or went.
With a sigh, Slade picked up his boots and put them on. “I have to take care of some things.”
“Yeah, you do that, Warrior,” Jill called out as he left the room, trying to sound tough, but Slade heard every hurt she’d ever suffered in each word.
With each step, he moved faster. Seeing Sid standing at the end of the hallway with a nasty expression aimed his way, Slade found his outlet. Passing Lana, the Slade Train tackled Sid with force, sending them down a flight of steps.
Slade knew his control was gone, but he didn’t care. Sid was right to be concerned about Jill, but he also knew Sid could take his anger, and honestly, he was afraid not to unleash it. Jax was the first to get to Sid and Slade, passing Lana down the steps. Sloan met him, grabbing Sid as Jax grabbed Slade.
“What in the hell is going on now?” Sloan bellowed, pushing Sid back when he went toward Slade again. “Sid, I swear if you don’t calm the fuck down I’m going to knock you out.”
Slade snapped out of Jax’s hold, swiping his hair out of his face. “Nothing is going on.” Slade glared at Sid, giving him a warning look. He knew if Jill’s name was brought up then it would be bad for her. Relief rushed over him when Sid caught on.
“Yeah, nothing.” Sid wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze never leaving Slade. “Just a misunderstanding.”
Sloan looked at each of them. “This is it!” he demanded. “I don’t want any more of this shit happening between my Warriors. Is that understood?”
“Yeah, understood.” Slade nodded, turning to walk away.
“Got it,” Sid replied when Sloan looked at him with his ‘you better give the right answer’ look.
“Hold up, Buchanan,” Sloan yelled out, and then looked at Jax. “I got the paintball arena to agree to let you guys go in during business hours today. Be there by eleven this morning and make damn sure no citizen gets hurt or