Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan

horrible temper, couldn't think straight when he was angry.  Add Eva Fox to the mix and his brain was just a big lump of idiot.
    "No babe.  You're not leavin."
    There.  Now she wasn't leaving.
    Fire flashed in her eyes.  "Yeah, Deuce, I am.  You made it clear that I couldn't hang at the club, that you didn't want me around your boys and I refuse to be locked in some cabin for an entire summer.  Besides, Kami and I had planned on going to Hawaii after this."
    She was lying.  He could see it in her eyes.
    "Babe, calm down.  You can come to the club with me when I don't have to work."
    She snorted then winced in pain.  "Sorry, babe . I've already made up my mind.  You pretty much sealed the deal when you decided I had to share you.  My daddy's going to be angry enough when I return; I'm pretty sure bringing back an STD as a souvenir would result in me being locked up in a nunnery."
    Fucking shit.  She was running her mouth again and he was getting pissed.
    "Woman, if you think I’m gonna let you walk outta here, you’re fuckin’ crazy.  You showed up outta nowhere cuz you fuckin' wanted me, so you fuckin' got me, and I'm gonna tell you straight up that a few fuckin' days of you hasn't been enough.  So you reel that fuckin' attitude in cuz you're fuckin' stayin'!"
    Her face wiped clean, no expression whatsoever.  "Get the fuck away from me," She said evenly. “Now.”
    He curled his hands into fists.  “Eva,” He growled.  “Stop it.”
    She rolled to her side, facing away from him.
    Stiffly, he got off the bed and stalked to the door.  He shot one last look at her.  She was staring off to the sid e at nothing.
    ☼☼☼
    I woke up in darkness as the bed dipped and Deuce slid in beside me.  Instead of curling up next to me he stayed on the opposite side of the bed.  I couldn't let it end like this.  Not with him.  My stomach was sore but nothing like my fa ce and nothing I couldn't handle so I rolled over and crawled on top of him.
    "Hey," I whispered. 
    His arms wrapped around me.  “You still mad, darlin’?”
    Instead of answering, I kissed him.  When I pulled away, we were both breathing heavy.
    I rubbed my lips across his and whispered, "You want it hard or you want it slow?"
    "Babe," He said thickly.  "I want it fuckin' slow."
    So I gave it to him slow.
    ☼☼☼
    He woke up alone.
    Deuce rolled over and hit air.  He patted around for a moment looking for Eva and came up empty.  He clicked on his bedside lamp.  No Eva.  No IPod on his nightstand.  No chucks by the door.  No backpack on the floor. His stomach clen ched.
    Pulling on a pair of jeans he headed straight for Cox's room and kicked open the door.  Ripper was snoring loudly, his long body draped over an armchair.  Cox, lying belly down in bed, jerked his head up. 
    “Prez?”
    He scanned the room.  No Kami.
    The vice around his chest went painfully tight.
    “Where’s your fuckin’ bitch?”
    Cox looked right then left.  “Shit,” He muttered.  “I thought I heard something earlier.  Figured she was fuckin’ Ripper again.  Fuckin’ hell.  I was gonna ask her to marry me.”
    “You’re already married shithead.  This ain’t fuckin’ Utah.” He slammed the door shut and took off down the hall.
    He found Blue sitting alone at the bar in the dark.  Seventy-two years old, two pack a day smoker and a raging alcoholic, yet healthy as a twenty year old.
    "Eva?” He asked.
    Blue swallowed down a shot of Petron. "Gone." 
    His chest went so fucking tight he had to slap his palm over his heart and rub before he could breathe again.
    "When?”
    Blue poured then t hrew back another shot.  "'Bout two hours ago."
    Fuck.
    FUCK.
    "Sorry Prez, I woulda woken you up, told you what she was doin', but she was cryin' her fuckin' eyes out.  Hysterical.  Beggin' me to open the gate.  Beggin’ me not to wake you up.  Can't deal with hysterical women myself.  Makes me want to drink."
    "Right," He said numbly.
    "Left