Confessions of a Wanton

39 "She's not dead"

🎶 Cryin' like a bitch : Godsmack 🎶

Charlotte:

Not what she thinks? What the hell else should she think?!" Hazel-Rose is in tears again, large sloppy fuckers, rolling down her slightly puffy cheeks while her midnight blue eyes are stark in contrast to the red rimming her lashes.

'She's a bitch.' He answered in my head. 'Grade A+. I couldn't stand how she treated people around her.'

Oh.

Well, I can kinda see that.

'You did sleep with her though? Did you just leave her hanging?' This situation feels a little weird. As if she'd said something to try and make me jealous but it's having the opposite effect.

Maybe it's Damien looking at her coldly when he answers my questions. Maybe it's the way she'd talked to Jax earlier.

'I did.' He grimaced. 'I thought I had made it clear I don't want more to do with her after she broke a plate over Jaxs head. He was maybe 13 at the time.'

I froze. Bitch did what?!

I look over at Jax, whose watching our conversation through hooded eyes. They widen slightly when I ask my question silently.

He pulled back a lock of hair from his forehead to reveal a small jagged scar above his left temple.

"It's true. He left me here without a second glance. He's disloyal, just like the rest of that damn unit and will probably leave you too at some point." Hazel-Rose nearly shouted.

Ouch.

Well she certainly knows where to kick where it hurts. Right in the old insecurity.

Wait.

"What do you mean the rest of the unit?"

She froze, tears still streaming down her cheeks but the look in her eyes was that off a deer in headlights.

"Did you... fuck them?" I snort. Knowing full well just how the rest of them got along with sharing women, should have known I wasn't the first.

She reeled back, hissing at me before turning to Damien with pleading eyes.

"Damien, do you really believe that she's not going to screw other people while she's with you?!" She gasped out pathetically. "She's a freaking wanton whore. Sex and death are all she seems to-!"

It was Maze whose fist went flying this time. Cutting off the "ladies" words as Maze let her left hook fly. It was a good hit leaving Hazel-Rose crumpled on the ground. I swelled with pride at Mazes single hit victory. Only slightly concerned that the recipient of her hit might be dead.

Jax leapt out of the truck, pulling Maze away from kicking the falling woman. She looked livid. Spitting out curse words left and right. Spitfire.

I'm more surprised that she let him pull her away and didn't hit him too. Declan and his wife gathered up their fallen, whatever she was to them, checking her for a pulse.

Moments later Mabel came out of the crowd. Looking slightly disapproving at Maze before crouching down and tending to Hazel-Rose with a soft touch. She glanced up at Damien, a small nod all he needed.

"She's not dead." Damien announced to the shocked crowd. The people milling around us were scowling at Maze, who scowled right back. Jax pulled her behind him. A body shield against the many.

"I asked you all here to make certain that the Black Knight pack don't get their claws in you." Damien let me go, addressing the bristling crowd with a calm exterior.