Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

I nurse my scotch and watch Nevada over the rim of my tumbler. Animated and bubbly, she’s a new woman. A light seems to have turned on inside of her that I haven’t seen before. It’s impossible to ignore, and I can see the looks of envy the men are shooting me. She’s talking to Mimi, all hand gestures and laughter. It would be adorable if I saw her that way. Instead, my eyes are glued to her breasts and the way they move. I finish the drink and slam it back on the bar.

Giggles wiggles her way over in faded cut-offs that show half of her porcelain ass cheeks, and a spandex top that barely contains her fake tits.

Any other day, I’d go for it.

She refills my drink and leans over the counter. “Come on, Wiz, how long are you going to keep this up? We all know this is for show to save her ass. A man still has needs, doesn’t he?”

“You coming at me at the party for me and my old lady? I never took you for stupid, Giggles. Just keep my drinks flowing and your mouth shut.”

She pokes out her heavily glossed lips, but remains silent.

“You should be celebrating, shouldn’t you?”

I glance up at Stone and snort. “Can’t you see I am?”

“Not getting drunk, spending time with your new old lady. You’ve been staring a hole into her for the past thirty minutes.”

“I have to counteract Hulk’s hate glare with something.”

Stone chuckles. “He’s keeping his mouth shut at least.”

“Let him get a little drunker,” I say.

“Yeah, if his eyes narrow anymore, they’ll be closed,” Stone said. “I’m avoiding it at all costs. She deserves to enjoy herself.” I nod toward Nevada.

“She’s like a new person out there right now. What did you do?”

“I know. Not a damn thing.” I smile.

“Holy shit, you’re starting to come around, aren’t you?”

I ignore him and sip from my drink.

“You ready to give her your cut?” he asks, changing the subject.

“You think it’s time?”

“Yeah, any longer and people won’t remember it.”

I laugh. “Some still won’t. I’ll get it from my room.” Leaving my drink on the bar, I weave through the crowd. I can hear Stone yelling.

“Everybody quiet the fuck down. I need silence, and Nevada to come stand by me.”

I grab the small vest that boasts the Kings of Chaos logo and the scrawling font that proclaims to the world she’s Property of Wizard. I never thought I’d see this shit on anyone’s back. I’ve always been a loner in that sense. Maybe because I was raised by an uncle. My dad had a heart attack when I was just two and my mom died in childbirth. If it weren’t for the brothers, I wouldn’t have any male guidance. It’s why I fight so hard for Chaos. They’re all I got.

I walk back out, holding her cut, and I’m struck speechless. Her cheeks and collarbone are a light pink, and she actually looks bashful. Jesus, I can’t remember a time a girl looked at me the way she is.

Stone has his arm around her shoulders and she’s actually smiling. Her green eyes are lit up like a lantern. They sparkle like jade in the sunlight, and I realize I’m close to being in over my head. I care about her more than I should.

“Today, my brother claims his woman properly,” Stone barks.

Silence in the clubhouse is a rare thing. Right now, you could hear a pin drop. I walk over to her and she steps away from P. This is our equivalent to marriage. Sweat beads form on my forehead.

Hulk stands to her left, looking dour and sour-faced.

She doesn’t seem fazed and I could give a shit what he thinks.

I’m about to bind my life with hers. My hands shake slightly. She’s the first thing other than my bike I will be able to call my own. Along with the feeling of terror is something warm. I’m in shock to realize I like the feeling. I hold out the vest.