Heat: Dark Love (Dark Saints MC)

5. Valerie-1

ValerieShe shouldn’t have to button her shirt up just for this fool not to make comments about her chest, but here she was. It was to be expected, of course.

Damon Saylor. She’d heard of him before, not that she’d cared enough to pay attention just because a few fools thought he was important enough to mention by name. The leader of the Dark Saints MC. He was young, still, but over the last year he’d managed to make his way to the head of it, or so she’d heard. Most of the time, taking over a club meant that you got taken out just as quickly. Not with Damon Saylor.

“Hmm.” He leaned back and raised a finger to his lips. “I think it might help if you got laid more often. I’m guessing by your sense of humor that it…” he paused again, leaning forward, “doesn’t happen often?”

“Excuse you?”

“I wouldn’t mind being the man to do it, if you’re offering.”

“And if you’re offering, I’m going to have to sanitize everything you’ve touched in here before I decline,” she said. Talking to this guy was making her even more pissed off, and the glass she’d broken wasn’t working to her advantage like she’d hoped. He seemed like he was over it; in fact, the way he was smirking made it seem like he even liked it – liked the challenge of it.

It seemed like getting physical wasn’t the way to go, especially considering there was no way she would win in a fight against any of these guys (or any combination of them, or, god forbid, all of them at once). So Valerie did the only thing she knew how to do. She started grabbing glasses and bottles despite the men’s protests, keeping them close to her even as they reached for them. Once the fragile objects were carefully brought back to the bar and put away haphazardly, she went back to the table.

And then she flipped it. She didn’t bother screaming this time. In fact, she didn’t even bother looking at the men.

Her eyes went to the ceiling. She closed them, breathing out of her nose, then in, and then out again through her mouth. In, out. In, out. It was almost calming, really, disregarding the murderous rage she felt pooling in her veins just from being around these assholes.

“I said,” she repeated, her voice serene, “get out.”

They left immediately.