Their Weakness( Somerville Book #2)

Chapter Nine

Asher's Pov

"Why the fuck is she here with you." My grip on my piece steady as my finger teased the trigger. My anger at seeing Lavender.

My Lavey hugged up on Ryder sent an uncontrollable rage through my body. I didn't even know how I got in here or why my gun is placed on the temple of my brother.

I have no problems with Ryder actually liked him. But any rational thought was gone as I saw him as the enemy.

"Brought who.?" He casually said as he continued to sip from the whiskey bottle.

"Don't be fucking cute. You know who." I demanded.

"Don't really like having a gun pointed at me. Brother or not." He grinned widely at me, but the darkness that lingered in each one of us was evident in Ryder's gaze. He was pissed.

I place the metal off his temple, my need to shoot him disappearing. But my anger having me grip the gun tightly.

"She doesn't belong here. Take her home."

"She belong to you?" His voice ringing curious.

"No." My tone one of disgust even if my body was screaming at me to claim her as mine.

"Then who is she to you. If you are trying to tell me what I ought to do I'm going to need context."

I grit my teeth, holding in the rage that I wanted to unleash on his dumbass questions. Yet he was right. I couldn't demand he take home the woman he probably thought he would fuck tonight. Regardless of the fact I hated it was Lavender.

I sighed loudly before placing my gun on one of the sterile tables. The clanging of the metal the only noise in the shop. Everyone still partying and fucking in the back.

I ran a palm down my face. My unusual emotion making Ryder paranoid. I guess I wasn't looking as level headed as I should be. My party after all, but the moment I saw Lavender during the commotion between Dagger and Lu.

Everything turn from a good time to the need to protect her from the known criminals that I call my brothers.

The usual girls no how gropy and hands on the men around here are. They learn to have armor thick skin, and dirty mouths that would put a pirate to shame.

Those women were use to the crudely words of the aggressive cat calling from the men, but Lavender wasn't. And if it came down to it, if one of my brothers touched her I would put the fucker in his grave, and I couldn't have that.

As vice president it would look like I chose a woman over the club, and that would put me in a bad position no matter the situation.

That's why she couldn't be here. When she was around she always came first.

"Damn you alright?" Ryder asked, his voice slick with worry, the emotion surprising to me.

We only ever spoke about tattoos, the club, and pussy. To show any type of vulnerability was a weakness. Including towards the other members of the club.

It took me a second to respond. The thoughts, the need to protect Lavey. So strong that everything seemed to be muddled by who I still thought she was.

The small little girl, who would smile brightly at me for remembering her birthday, because her fucked up mom didn't. Lavey upset because she didn't have a bike and the other kids did. So I worked a couple extra shifts, and got her a bike.

A tacky purple with tassels on the side, but she lit up like it was Christmas. It was all so fucked. Her mother could afford all this for Lavey, but that would require noticing your child exists. What type of fucking mother didn't take care of her child? A fucking shitty one.