“Glass,” I say to him.

He nods, reaching above me, bringing down a glass. I pour gummy bears into it along with some whiskey and hand him the bottle.

The doctor must’ve numbed Lana because her screams have stopped. As I scurry up with my glass, my eyes land on Braxxon and Pyro talking quietly.

“How f**king dare you,” I seethe at Pyro. “You said you knew this would happen! Why the f**k would you have us here if you knew this was gonna happen?”

I tilt the glass to my lips and snag a gummy bear with my tongue. Gummy bears I chant over and over in my head again.

“What the f**k is that?” Braxxon tries taking my glass from me, and I pull it back.

“It’s f**king gummy bears brother; don’t ask,” Pyro laughs.

“Answer me, Pyro,” I say as I chew the gummy flavored whiskey-filled bear.

His eyes cut over to Braxxon who gives him a nod, and when Pyro answers my demanded question, I almost faint.

“You broke down in someone else’s territory last night.”

That nine-word sentence doesn’t need an explanation. I know what that means. It means they risked a lot coming to get us. I immediately feel horrible that our car broke down in the middle of the desert.

“Shit,” I groan into my glass, snagging another gummy bear.

My hands begin to shake as everything hits me at once. Hazel and I have stirred shit up for them without meaning to, and now we’re in the crossfire.

“No questions?” Braxxon growls.

“I don’t need to ask any; I know what this means for your club, and I feel like shit. I’m sorry,” I mumble. “Why didn’t you just leave us there?”

Pyro’s gaze cuts to where the doctor is working on Lana. I would smile if it weren’t for the circumstances, but it seems this guy is extremely hot for my best friend. But my look turns cold because I don’t want either one of us around this shit.

“Don’t even think about it Pyro. You had all you’re getting from Lana! I’m taking her far away from this hell.” I point at him before guzzling down my whiskey, leaving nothing but swollen gummy bears in my glass.

“Who the f**k do you think you are?” Pyro growls snatching me up by my shirt and yanking me to him.

I try to struggle out of his grasp because he’s furious and that just pisses me off more. I’m about to slam my glass into his face when Braxxon speaks.

“Pyro let her go,” his voice smoothly comes out.

“No, it’s okay Braxxon. Who the f**k do I think I am? I’ll tell you Pyro,” I coo quietly staring into his eyes. “My name is Winter Aaliyah Belov.”

Recognition hits his eyes. As his fingers slowly uncurl, I snatch away from him. Braxxon lets out a string of curses from behind me along with Pyro.

“Chapel, now brother.” Braxxon seethes, dragging me behind him.

Well, what the hell?

As he pulls me into a dark room, a light flicks on and then the door slams. I look around, and there’s a rectangle table with chairs all around it. The sound of a fist hitting flesh echoes and I turn to find Pyro seething at Braxxon while moving his jaw back and forth.

“You brought a f**king Belov into my club? You let me f**k a Belov. I don’t have a death wish!”

Oh well it’s clear they’ve heard of my family name. I snicker, and when their eyes cut to mine, I laugh even more.

“What the f**k,” they say in unison.

I shrug. “I ran away from the family almost a year ago. I find it funny that my name clearly scares the piss outta ya.” I walk over to Braxxon and cut my eyes into his gray ones. “I guess you remember what I told ya last night, huh?”

“Oh I remember. I also remember you just saying you ran away from home. Don’t get smart bitch or I’ll just let your good ol’ family know where you’re at,” Braxxon growls at me. Lust is missing, replaced with pure hatred, and I don’t even care about the connection anymore because the bastard just called me a bitch.

“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.

“Test me, Angel. I don’t like prissy little bitches,” he laughs, crossing his bare arms.

I throw my glass at his head and he ducks, laughing more. I need to get outta here. I storm passed them, out through the main room and into Pyro’s room to grab my things. I stop to check on Lana, but she isn’t at the bar.

“Where is she?” I ask the prospect.

“Doc has her on the couch she’s asleep,” he nods.

I look over and sure enough, Lana is fast asleep with a small blanket covering her. I look back at the prospect, giving him my most stern ‘I’m serious’ face.

“Make sure she gets home, okay?”

Pyro cares enough about here to get her home, and if not, I’ll just come back. I don’t wait for a reply; I just walk outside barefooted, carrying my bag. The sunlight blinds me, but when my eyesight returns, I see our car is still on the tow truck. I drop everything and run over. The car and tow truck have bullet holes all along the sides.

“Going somewhere?”

I sigh and turn towards Braxxon but not before my eyes spot the row of bikes, half of them filled with holes. A smile creeps upon my face. Cocky bastard won’t be so cocky now.

“Well, neither are you it appears.” I nod in the direction of the shot up bikes.

He shrugs. “We have more.”

Shit!

“I hate you,” I whisper.

His body language totally changes, and his look changes to the one that seized me and I swoon on the spot.