with their whores. Depending on who. Depending on when. Sometimes brothers. Sometimes guys visiting. You hearing me, Raine?” His eyes were hard and he wasn’t talking quietly.
I nodded.
“You hearing me, Raine?” He was getting louder.
“Yes.” He was making me feel horrible.
“So now you know this, you never ever open that door again without having some fucking clothes on!” He was furious.
I swallowed hard. I had clothes on, but I was getting that my pretty light-blue kimono with the silver dragons on the front maybe didn’t count.
“What do you never ever do, Raine?” He was acting like a total asshole.
I glared at him and he glared back.
“Open the door without being fully clothed,” I said softly. I was humiliated, and all the sweetness from the night before had been pushed right out of me. I felt the sting of tears burn behind my eyes.
I pulled away from him and walked to the kitchen area where there were about a dozen guys sitting there, all of whom suddenly had somewhere else to look. It was dead quiet. They had heard everything. I felt sick.
Jules looked right at me and winked.
“You want some eggs, Raine?” He set a cup of coffee down on the table and pulled a chair out for me.
“No, thanks.” My lip quivered.
“Yeah, she does. Two over easy. Throw some bacon and toast on that plate.” Damn Diego again. Sitting his big bad self three seats down and across the table. Then he turned his back to me and started talking to the guy next to him. I glared at his back for a second, wishing him dead.
I looked helplessly at Prosper, who was just folding the morning paper. He had these little half-moon glasses on. Despite my growing humiliation at being treated like an infant, I noticed them as another testimony to the passing years.
Prosper was looking at me. “When was the last time you ate, Raine?”
No help there. Seems Prosper was in league with Diego the Devil.
I thought for a second and honestly couldn’t remember. I waved my hand away. I wasn’t real happy with him at that moment either. I went to wrap my arms around me. Prosper casually and not unkindly stopped me. He grabbed my hand and held it with his own at the table. Then he began introductions.
All the guys in the kitchen house were Hells Saints. Most, but not all, from this chapter. Some nodded, some smiled, and a couple actually unfolded themselves from their chairs and said their hellos close up. Two shook my hand and one kissed it in a sweet attempt at being charming. I blushed hot at that one. Pipe was the one who had kissed my hand. Reno gave me a chin nod.
Next I met Crow.
Crow was the poster boy for badass gorgeous. He wasn’t as big as Jules and Diego. He probably stood just about six foot. His skin was a beautiful light brown with subtle undertones of copper, not unlike my own. He had a wide bandana on his forehead and the rest of his hair hung loose way past his shoulders. It was a rich, deep sable. His nose was straight and his nostrils flared. He had a wide mouth and high cheekbones. His green eyes were like shards of emeralds, hard and sharp.
“ Yaa’ ta’ sai ,” Crow said to me in clear Apache. You’re welcome here.
“ Aheeiyeh. ” I bowed my head, using the formal thank-you reserved for those deserving of great respect. His greeting had meant a lot to me and I wanted him to know that.
He met my eyes and honest to goodness it took my breath away. I felt Diego turn and tense across the table, and I couldn’t have cared less.
“You’re Apache,” I said to Crow.
“And you’re Lakota Sioux,” he said back at me.
I looked over at Prosper and Prosper shrugged. “He asked.”
“You asked if I was Native?” I smiled at Crow. I loved having the chance to lay claim to my mother’s heritage. I always felt complimented when it happened.
“No, I asked if you were taken.”
Wow.
His eyes left mine then and did a slow, long sweep down my body. Everywhere his eyes touched burned me. No one
I nodded.
“You hearing me, Raine?” He was getting louder.
“Yes.” He was making me feel horrible.
“So now you know this, you never ever open that door again without having some fucking clothes on!” He was furious.
I swallowed hard. I had clothes on, but I was getting that my pretty light-blue kimono with the silver dragons on the front maybe didn’t count.
“What do you never ever do, Raine?” He was acting like a total asshole.
I glared at him and he glared back.
“Open the door without being fully clothed,” I said softly. I was humiliated, and all the sweetness from the night before had been pushed right out of me. I felt the sting of tears burn behind my eyes.
I pulled away from him and walked to the kitchen area where there were about a dozen guys sitting there, all of whom suddenly had somewhere else to look. It was dead quiet. They had heard everything. I felt sick.
Jules looked right at me and winked.
“You want some eggs, Raine?” He set a cup of coffee down on the table and pulled a chair out for me.
“No, thanks.” My lip quivered.
“Yeah, she does. Two over easy. Throw some bacon and toast on that plate.” Damn Diego again. Sitting his big bad self three seats down and across the table. Then he turned his back to me and started talking to the guy next to him. I glared at his back for a second, wishing him dead.
I looked helplessly at Prosper, who was just folding the morning paper. He had these little half-moon glasses on. Despite my growing humiliation at being treated like an infant, I noticed them as another testimony to the passing years.
Prosper was looking at me. “When was the last time you ate, Raine?”
No help there. Seems Prosper was in league with Diego the Devil.
I thought for a second and honestly couldn’t remember. I waved my hand away. I wasn’t real happy with him at that moment either. I went to wrap my arms around me. Prosper casually and not unkindly stopped me. He grabbed my hand and held it with his own at the table. Then he began introductions.
All the guys in the kitchen house were Hells Saints. Most, but not all, from this chapter. Some nodded, some smiled, and a couple actually unfolded themselves from their chairs and said their hellos close up. Two shook my hand and one kissed it in a sweet attempt at being charming. I blushed hot at that one. Pipe was the one who had kissed my hand. Reno gave me a chin nod.
Next I met Crow.
Crow was the poster boy for badass gorgeous. He wasn’t as big as Jules and Diego. He probably stood just about six foot. His skin was a beautiful light brown with subtle undertones of copper, not unlike my own. He had a wide bandana on his forehead and the rest of his hair hung loose way past his shoulders. It was a rich, deep sable. His nose was straight and his nostrils flared. He had a wide mouth and high cheekbones. His green eyes were like shards of emeralds, hard and sharp.
“ Yaa’ ta’ sai ,” Crow said to me in clear Apache. You’re welcome here.
“ Aheeiyeh. ” I bowed my head, using the formal thank-you reserved for those deserving of great respect. His greeting had meant a lot to me and I wanted him to know that.
He met my eyes and honest to goodness it took my breath away. I felt Diego turn and tense across the table, and I couldn’t have cared less.
“You’re Apache,” I said to Crow.
“And you’re Lakota Sioux,” he said back at me.
I looked over at Prosper and Prosper shrugged. “He asked.”
“You asked if I was Native?” I smiled at Crow. I loved having the chance to lay claim to my mother’s heritage. I always felt complimented when it happened.
“No, I asked if you were taken.”
Wow.
His eyes left mine then and did a slow, long sweep down my body. Everywhere his eyes touched burned me. No one
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