Revive (Storm MC 3)

I was about to tell him where Scott was when a menacing presence filled the room.

“Wilder.” Nash’s formidable voice boomed around us.

I turned to look at him and found him glaring at Wilder.

“Nash.” Wilder met his glare; his shoulders tensing.

“What the fuck’s going on here?” Nash demanded to know.

I figured I needed to step in; if it hadn’t been for me, Wilder wouldn’t be in this position. “Nothing’s going on, Nash,” I said, walking to him. The need to touch him, to let him know he had nothing to worry about was overwhelming.

His glare landed on me; he was furious, and it scared me, but it didn’t stop me. “Stay out of this, Velvet,” he warned, those beautiful green eyes of his full of anger.

I moved into his space and placed my hand on his chest. “Wilder wasn’t doing anything,” I said, softly.

Nash’s chest heaved. He removed my hand and repeated himself, “I said, stay out of it.” His eyes didn’t leave mine and his voice was dangerously low.

I wasn’t sure what had caused him to have such an extreme reaction but it hurt to have him talk to me like that. I took a step back, away from him. He watched me for another moment, and then turned back to Wilder.

Wilder was looking between me and Nash, and when he finally figured out what was going on, he held his hands up. “Fuck, Nash, I didn’t realise she was your old lady.”

I felt it necessary to clarify that. “No, I’m not Nash’s old lady.”

Nash swung his head to face me again, fuming, before fixing his glare back on Wilder, and declaring, “Yeah, well now you know she is.”

Wilder looked pissed, and although I figured that was directed at me, he didn’t dare look in my direction. Instead, he said to Nash, “Sorry, man. There was nothing going on though. I just asked her if she knew where Scott was.”

They were talking about me like I wasn’t even in the room, and that annoyed me. Now we were all pissed. Tuning out their conversation, I sat and put my shoes back on having decided I would get back to work. Once they were on, I looked up to find Nash still abusing Wilder. His eyes, however, were firmly on me. I stood, checked my makeup and hair, and then attempted to get past them to leave the room. They could continue their argument without me.

Nash watched me walk towards him, and reached for me as I tried to keep going. His grip was firm on my wrist, and I glared at him to let me go. He stopped talking to Wilder so he could give me his full attention. Wilder used the opportunity to leave and Nash didn’t argue; he just kept staring at me.

I tried to pull out of his hold but he was too strong for me. “Nash, you need to let me go so I can go back to work.”

“They can wait.” He was still fuming.

“There’s no need. We’re finished here.” My voice was tight, harsh. I needed to put some distance between us right now; I was worried what I would say in the heat of the moment.

“We’re not finished here, Velvet.” The way he said my name made my skin crawl. There was no soft in it, only hard and angry.

I tried to pull my arm free again, and this time he let me go, but his body language was clear; he had no intention of letting me walk out of the room.

“Okay then, say what you need to say so that I can get back to work.”

“I don’t want you talking to Wilder, or any of the other guys for that matter.”

My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re kidding, right?” But even as I said it, I knew he wasn’t.

“No, I’m not fuckin’ kidding,” he thundered.

My body tensed, and my heart began pounding in my chest. This was the Nash I didn’t like. I spoke calmly, deliberately. “If you’re not kidding, we have a problem, Nash.”

“We do have a problem, babe. I won’t put up with you flirting with any of the boys.”

It was like a kick in the guts; he didn’t trust me. The accusation was barely concealed in the tone he’d taken with me. “You’re saying you don’t trust me?”

“I’m saying that if you don't flirt, then there won’t be a problem,” he said, firmly.

This was Nash laying down the law; laying down his law. And I didn’t like it. Not one little bit. “Well, I’d say we will have a problem then.” I stood my ground; there was no going back now.