Resist Me(7)By: Chelle Bliss
I snarled, moving my face away from his fingers. Rebel gripped my hair, yanking my head back and holding me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going, Isabella?” He stared into my eyes, a smirk on his face.
My heart started pounding, growing louder by the second as it beat out of control. This was bad, a real fucking nightmare.
“I want her,” Tommy said, slamming his hand down on the table. “You got the last piece of ass and this one’s mine.”
Rebel laughed, releasing my hair. “Want me to get her warmed up for you, brother?”
“I don’t want your filthy hands on her. She looks too innocent and pure. I want to take that from her,” Tommy replied, laughing with the rest of the guys, his eyes only on me.
“If you don’t do it, Blue, I will,” Rebel promised.
“Oh, I plan to do all of her, and she’s going to like it.”
Thank God the words were coming out of Tommy’s mouth, because I’d be totally fucked otherwise. Sam released my shoulder. The fucker still hadn’t said a word. He’d stood there like a fucking idiot and stayed silent.
“Don’t I get a say?” I whispered, grinding my teeth. “I’m not a piece of property.”
“Flash brought you here, darlin’, and you came out of your own free will. If Blue wants you, he gets you,” Rebel said, laughing like a hyena. “You can thank Flash later.”
I turned to Sam as his eyes dropped to the floor. “Don’t you have anything to say?” I hissed, the venom dripping from my voice.
He shook his head as he kicked an imaginary piece of dirt on the floor.
“Fucking pussy,” I muttered before turning back to look at Thomas.
A small smirk played on his lips; he knew I could never hold my tongue.
Rebel slapped Sam, his laughter filling the air and mingling with the other guys’. “Even the girl can see you’re a pussy, Flash,” he teased, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I would’ve pissed myself by now if it hadn’t been my brother claiming me for the night. I had fucked up, and although Tommy might have smirked, I knew I was in big fucking trouble.
Chapter 2 - Clueless
“What in the fuck were you thinking?” Tommy screeched as he slammed the hotel room door and locked it.
“Clearly, I wasn’t,” I quipped as I sat on the bed, avoiding his eyes. Fuck. I looked at the ceiling, my stomach flopping around like I was about to be chastised by my dad.
“I know you do some dumb shit, Izzy, but this takes the motherfucking cake.” He paced near the door, checking the peephole, as he ran his finger through his hair. “How in the hell do you get mixed up with an MC guy?” He stopped pacing, turned toward me, and tapped his foot.
I shrugged, not really having a good answer for him.
“A shrug. I get a goddamn shrug?” he groaned as he walked toward me. “Izzy, look at me,” he barked.
I looked up into his piercing blue eyes and could see a storm behind them. My mouth suddenly felt dry and I was at a loss for words—something totally out of my realm of comfort.
“Thomas,” I whined, trying to find the right thing to say.
“You are in over your head, Iz. This is some serious shit. If I hadn’t been there tonight or if Rebel had decided that he wanted you for himself, you’d be fucked, and so would I.” He rested his hands on either side of me and leaned into my space. “I mean that literally. This is a fucking nightmare.”
I blinked slowly, taking in the sight of my very pissed-off brother, and sighed. “I just wanted to have fun, Thomas. I wasn’t expecting all this bullshit.” I swallowed and concentrated on breathing through my nose. Pissed-off Thomas was a scary fucking dude.
“All this bullshit?” he whispered. “All this bullshit is what comes with an MC. They make their own goddamn rules.” He backed away, grabbing my hand as he sat next to me. “I have to keep you safe and get you the hell away from these guys.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out, tears forming in my eyes. “I thought Flash would protect me. He promised a weekend getaway.” God, I sounded like a fucking idiot. Mike and Joe had warned me. They’d pleaded with me not to go, but as always, I did whatever the fuck I wanted to.
“Flash is a fucking pussy and a complete moron. I worried he’d recognize me, but he was too young to remember me. Plus, he’s an idiot. Nice kid, but dumb as a box of rocks.”
“Why are you still here, Tommy?” I inquired. He’d always be Tommy to me—my big brother who had been missing from my life for more years than I’d like to admit. “Why haven’t you come home?”