Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (25 page)

Oof
… The air blew out of her when Snake slammed her roughly against the wall, his face inches from hers, eyes fixed on her mouth. The very last thing she wanted to do was show fear, even though her legs were ready to give out, and her ears were exploding. Her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t catch her breath—everything was fuzzy.

Oh, God, what the hell am I going to do? I can’t breathe. I can’t hyperventilate. I can’t. I can’t…

Leaning in close, Snake ran a grease-stained finger along her jawline. “Why don’t we have some fun, beautiful?” he whispered, as his big fingers ran over the ivory pearl buttons on her silk blouse.

“Isn’t Jordan your girlfriend?” Addie asked in a voice stronger than she felt.

“She’s my main fuck. Always room for something extra.” Smiling cruelly, he bent down and kissed her mouth, his teeth biting her lips. Hard.

“Ow. Fuck, what’s your problem?” Her eyes flashed anger while the salty, metallic taste of blood trickled in her mouth.

“You seem like the type who would like it rough. You know, all lace and prim on the outside, but a fuckin’ ragin’ fire on the inside.” His finger unbuttoned the first pearl on her blouse, and he shoved his leg between hers, forcing them open.

His erection rubbed against her tight skirt, and Addie’s throat burned with bile. “Stop. Now. You’re going to regret this. Stop!”

“Fuck, I love a bitch who fights me—makes me hornier. All I’m gonna regret is not getting my cock in you fast enough.” Smashing her harder against the wall, he thrust the full weight of his body against her.

With her breathing obstructed, she gasped as she tried to fend him off. No such luck on moving the six-foot-one, muscular man, whose brown eyes held the glint of lust and anger—a lethal combination.

As his oily fingers undid the second button, a drumming of footsteps filled the small room. Snake’s head jerked up and turned to look behind him. The side of his face met Chas’s strong fist, slamming into him like a sledgehammer. Stunned, Snake staggered backward, and fury sparked from his dark, glowing eyes like an enraged tiger. Before Snake could react, Chas kicked him full-on in the stomach, and as Snake bowled over, Chas rammed his knee against the man’s face. Blood spurted everywhere.

Addie, her face as pale as wax, took out her cell phone from her pocket. She had to help Chas. She had to do
something
. She yelled, “I’m calling the police!”

Chas swung around and pulled her back. “No, don’t call the fuckin’ badges!” His chest heaving, he yanked the phone out of her hand.

In the moment of distraction, Snake whipped out his knife and sliced Chas’s arm. Blood gushed out. Chas, startled, retaliated by quickly taking out his padlock, swinging it and knocking Snake in the eye. A flood of blood blinded Snake, and he stumbled toward the door. Chas dragged Snake by the hair, reeling him backward. Pummeling his back, Snake went down, crumpling on the floor.

Turning to Addie, Chas’s eyes searched her face. “How did this piece of fuckin’ trash get in here?”

“He’s my employee’s boyfriend,” she said in a soft, shaky voice.

“Call her and tell her to pick him up before I kill the motherfucker.” Bending over at the waist, Chas breathed deeply, his arm covered in blood.

“Take off your t-shirt, I’ll help you wrap your arm.” Trying to stop the quick-flowing blood, Addie wound Chas’s shirt tightly around his arm. “You have to go to the hospital. You have a nasty cut. I’ll call Jordan.”

Addie, still numb over the way the evening had unfolded, tried to focus on Jordan’s phone number, but her thoughts were incredibly fuzzy. Jordan would need to come right away. Snake was knocked out, but she didn’t doubt for one minute that he’d be up soon and raring to go for another round in the ring. She shuddered.

As she waited for Jordan, Addie ran to her office and grabbed three towels. She always brought them to work in case a child threw up or was cut. The staff laughed at her anal retentiveness, but she was grateful for it at that moment.

“Your t-shirt is already soaked through. Here, wrap these around it,” she said as she handed the towels to Chas. “Whether you want to or not, you have to go to the hospital.”

“I’m not goin’ to the hospital. You need to drive me to the clubhouse. Doc will patch me up.”

“Are you crazy? You could get an infection, or worse. You have to go to the hospital.”

“I don’t have to do shit, woman. I’m not fuckin’ going. Doc knows what to do. Are you gonna take me to the club or not?” Darkened eyes stared at her.

Softly, she said, “Yes, I’ll take you.” She gently brushed his hair off his sweaty face.

Chas grasped Addie’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. For a suspended moment, they were connected, then Jordan rushing in broke the link.

“Oh, fuck! What the hell happened to him?” Bending down, she rubbed his hair, cooing, “Oh, baby, talk to me. Baby…?”

Jordan snapped her eyes at Addie and Chas. “What the fuck happened here?”

“Get the fuckin’ sonofabitch’s ass outta here if you don’t want him to die, ’cause I’m about ready to kill his sorry ass,” Chas snarled.

“Baby, we gotta go—like now.”

Snake, holding his hand over his bleeding eye, stood up, his legs wobbling. Draping his arm around Jordan, he leaned against her as she led him to her car parked in front. Snake slumped over and Jordan drove away.

Addie focused her attention back to Chas. “We better go, you’re losing a lot of blood.”

She looked around the blood-splattered room. Chas
had
to go to the clubhouse without any delays. Deciding to clean up the mess the following morning, Addie was grateful she had the only key to the room.

After making sure all doors were locked, Addie helped Chas to her car.

“Here, call Jax.” He handed her his cell phone. “Tell him to get Doc. Fill him in on what went down.”

Nodding, Addie accepted his phone.

“And precious? Fuckin’ hurry.”

Her heart shattered when he passed out.

Please, let him be okay. Please.

T
he usual Friday
night party was in full swing at the clubhouse when Addie drove up to the chain-link fence, which surrounded the place. The newest prospect, Blade, motioned for her to roll down her window.

“Chas is hurt badly. I spoke with Jax about getting Doc over here.”

Blade lowered his head and glanced at the passenger seat where Chas was sitting, bent over. Opening the gate, he motioned Addie to come through while he spoke on his phone. Before she switched off the ignition, four tall bikers opened the car door, lifting Chas out. In a flash, they were gone, leaving Addie alone in the parking lot.

After she locked her car doors, she straightened her shoulders and strode over to the club’s entrance.

“You can’t go in there,” a gruff voice said.

“What? You just saw me with Chas. I have to go in there to make sure he’s okay.” Addie looked up into Blade’s fierce brown eyes.

He stood immobile and mute, staring into the darkness of the night.

“Please, I have to make sure he’s okay.” Addie’s voice hitched, and she brushed away a tear from her cheek.

His chestnut-brown eyes roamed over her body. “You his woman?”

She nodded with confidence.

“Hang on.” He dialed a number on his cell phone, talking in deep, hushed whispers. “Johnnie’s coming. When he gets here, I’ll take you to Chas.”

“That’s very nice of you, but you don’t have to escort me. Tell me where they have him, and I can find him.”

A disbelieving laugh passed through his lips. “You wouldn’t get past the bar. You’re not wearing Chas’s patch, so it’s not safe for you to be in the club without a man. You’d be fair game, you know?” His smile didn’t radiate any warmth.

Not quite sure what he meant, Addie decided to follow his lead. She had to see Chas, to make sure he was okay.

A tall, rugged man with a black beard and piercing gray eyes barreled out of the club. “Yo, Blade.”

Blade lifted his chin at the man. Addie presumed the new guy was Johnnie. She didn’t think she’d be introduced—they didn’t look like the club’s welcoming wagon.

“Come on,” Blade grunted, pointing his thumb toward the door.

Addie trailed behind him as he opened the doors and entered the club.

A wave of sweat, cheap perfume, booze, and weed washed over her the minute she crossed the threshold into the dark, smoky room. Blinking rapidly, she tried to adjust to the low lights. The room was large and full of men in leather and denim, and women in barely-there outfits. Several of the women were topless, and many of the men groped them. People danced, made out, and fucked right in the open. When Addie passed the wraparound bar, she noticed a pretty naked woman lying on her back, with men licking some kind of alcohol off her body as they poured it over her. A couple of other men were sucking her boobs, and one had his fingers in her pussy. It was crazy.

Addie’s stomach tightened. Suddenly, Blade’s warning about not coming in the club alone made sense. She tried to shield her eyes from the raunchy wildness, but she couldn’t help looking. She’d never seen anything like it in her life.

Grabbing her hand, Blade tugged her to the staircase. They climbed up to the third floor where he opened a door. “Go in.”

She stepped into the room. “Thanks for bringing me up here,” she said.

Hearing no answer, she turned around—Blade had already left.

Several pairs of eyes stared at her as she awkwardly inched her way into the somewhat large bedroom. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jax. At least there was one face in the room she knew. Her gaze fixed on the bed where Chas lay, pale as a ghost. A middle-aged man bent over him, a black medical bag on the nightstand near the bed.

“Is he going to be all right?” she asked in a low voice.

The doctor swiveled his head, catching her glance. “He’ll be fine. He’s lucky his assailant didn’t sever his artery. I’m stitching him up and giving him something for the pain. Antibiotics will kill any infection, which may set in. He’ll be sore for a few days, but he’s going to be fine.” Capable fingers dabbed antiseptic swatches over the stitched area, then he wrapped the wound with gauze, securing it with medical tape.

Addie let her breath out. Since the whole horrible incident had begun, she hadn’t been able to breathe properly. Her heart fluttered with joyful spasms.
He’s going to be fine. Thank God.

“Can I come over?” she asked, as she searched the faces of the mean-looking bikers who were in the room.

“Who the fuck are you?” Axe snarled, throwing her a menacing glare.

“It’s cool, dude. She’s Chas’s woman.” Jax jerked his head toward the bed. “You can come and see him.”

As she walked furtively to the bed, pleasure jolts danced inside her. “Chas’s woman”—the sound of it made her pussy pulse, her nipples tingle. All day, she’d been so pissed at Chas for dissing her, but then he showed up when she needed him the most. And there he was, pale and stitched up because of her. Her heart flooded with emotion.

Leaning over, she swiped his hot forehead with her cool hand then ran her fingers down over his light stubble.
Even now, he’s gorgeous.
Oh, Chas, do we have a chance with each other? Don’t push me away. I want you. I
need
you.
Rapid blinks helped to keep the tears from trickling down her face. Chas moaned as Addie stroked his head. Not opening his eyes, he gripped her hand, brought it to his dry, chapped lips, and kissed it softly. She kissed his cheeks and whispered in his ear, “Get better. I need you.”

“I’m finished.” The doctor rose to his feet. Handing the pain medication to Addie, he said, “Give him one to two pills every six hours, as needed.” He nodded at Jax and Axe. “Call me if he gets worse.”

Jax clapped the doctor’s shoulder. “Hawk or Banger will be in touch with you. They’ll take care of you. Thanks.”

The doctor gave a slight nod then, with hunched shoulders, he shuffled out of the room.

Clearing his throat, Jax said, “You got this? We’re gonna take off. If you need something, come get me. I’ll be in the big room.”

Addie watched as the two men left. She sat at the edge of the bed, holding Chas’s hand, the small table lamp casting a golden glow.

Her head jerked up when the door burst open. Addie had been dozing. Immediately, she looked at Chas—he still slept.

“What the fuck are you doing with my man?” a petite, blonde woman with large breasts yelled.

At first, Addie didn’t register what the woman said, or that she was even in the room; she just stared blankly at her.

“Get the fuck away from him!” The blonde ran over, her eyes flashing, white spittle forming at the corners of her mouth. She wore a green neon bikini top, which left little to the imagination, and faded jean Daisy Dukes.

“Who are you, and why are you in here? Chas is hurt, and he needs to sleep,” Addie said.

“Who are
you
?” she spat.

Who am I? I thought I was someone special to Chas, but he dissed me. Yet, Jax called me ‘Chas’s woman,’ so I don’t know
who
I am to him.

“You can’t even answer ’cause you’re nothing to him.” She pranced over to Chas. Leaning over, she gave him an open-mouthed kiss on his lips. “He’s my man, skank, so get the fuck away from him.”

Tears sprung in Addie’s eyes.
Chas has a woman? No wonder he was too busy to call me. They probably were fighting, and I was his rebound. They’re obviously back together.
She jumped up, collected her purse, and stumbled toward the door.

The blonde snorted, “You think a good-looking man like Chas wants a lard-ass like you? The only thing he likes big are tits, skank. Don’t go near my man again, or I’ll beat your ass.”

Addie scurried down the hall, tears staining her face. When she reached the great room, she surveyed the throngs of people, searching for Jax. Spotting him, she shoved her way through the crowd, cringing when unwanted hands groped her ass.

“Jax!” Rushing up to him, she tripped and fell against his strong body. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

“What’s up? Chas not doing good?” he asked in her ear.