Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

I move back.

He chuckles. “You can make this easy, or you can make it hard. We both know how it’s going to end. You think you’re such hot shit, walking around in those skin tight tank tops and ass hugging shorts.”

“It’s called a uniform,” I retort dryly.

His eyes are blazing with anger.

I want to kick myself. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I can’t sit here and let him talk down to me when he’s in the wrong. “You seem to be confusing me with club trim. I suggest you head to the clubhouse and find someone who’s willing.”

I can smell the alcohol on his breath. It’s rare that a brother makes me feel unsafe, but Fuse has always been off. My muscles tense. I watch him and wait.

He lunges forward, off kilter.

I dart to the left. Using the distance between us I break into a full out sprint. I pass through the threshold, focusing on the main entrance.

He grabs the back of my shirt and tugs.

I’m lifted off my feet. I swing my legs and arms. The material of my shirt rips, causing me to land on the floor a mess of limbs. The carpet does little to cushion my knees, and they sting from the rug burn. I let the pain fuel me, and half crawl, half stumble forward. His footfalls are just behind me. I crash through the kitchen, knocking the stools over at the breakfast nook to buy me time. When I reach the door, I slam into it and fumble with the lock. It turns and I shout out my relief. I yank the door open.

Fuse slams it shut, pressing his body against mine.

“No!” I throw my right elbow back.

He grunts, but remains an unmoving wall.

“Gonna take more than that to hurt me, little girl. I’m not some frat boy, taking a drunk bitch to his room for the night. You been walking around the club like you’re untouchable. You know the rules same as me. If you’re not claimed, you’re fair game.”

“Don’t twist this shit around, you sick fuck,” I growl. He’s trying to take something amazing and turn it around for his purposes. We look after our own. Everyone who’s there is there of their own volition and agrees to our laws.

He fists my hair and yanks.

My head snaps back.

While licking my neck he grinds his hard-on into my ass.

Nausea hits me. This can’t be happening.

“I like a woman with a little fight.”

I sway as I lift my right leg and slam my heel into his shin.

Releasing me, he roars, “Bitch!”

I go for the door again, open it, and tumble out. I slam onto the concrete porch. The rough gray surface scrapes up my palms and wrists.

“The fuck is this bullshit?” a gravelly voice bellows.

I look up into the face of my savior—Wizard. I know everything is going to be okay. The older member is massive with broad shoulders, lean muscles, and a penchant for solving issues. That’s how he earned the nickname ‘he makes shit disappear’. In my earliest memories, Wizard is there.

He bends down and lifts me to my feet. “You all right, Nevy?”

A few years older than my father and always at his side, I’ve come to think of him as a pseudo uncle. “No,” I croak. My throat is raw, my chin quivers, and thoughts of what could’ve happened are splashed across my mind.

“The fuck, Fuse? She’s no easy piece of trim!” He sets me back on my feet behind him. “I should take your fucking head off.”

“She came on to me, man! I can’t help it if I’m irresistible and she don’t care about Mel’s feelings.”

I clutch what’s left of my shirt to my body. “Bullshit,” I spit.