SWNOVELS Whiskey: Chapter 8
Lightning and Whiskey made it back to the clubhouse just after it got dark. He was tired but felt good that they now had the remote blow ready.
They went into the clubhouse and it looked like dinner had just been completed. Looking around, he then saw her. Her dark silky hair shimmering under the lights. She was sitting with another woman and they were both laughing.
Relief washed over him as she had stayed here, just like she’d promised.
She raised her head and saw him. Those emerald eyes of hers brightening.
He almost winced, as he hadn’t expected her to be happy to see him. It made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. Joy? The way she smiled had him holding his breath.
Someone slapped him on the back.
He looked over to see Cotton.
“Hey man,” Cotton greeted. “So did it go well?”
Nodding Whiskey replied, “We dropped the remote off to the man you directed us to. It is all set to blow.”
“Good. Good. So are you going to actually go over and talk to her?” Cotton asked.
Whiskey took a slow look over at him.
“Yeah, I can see it between you.” Cotton nodded. “Just a warning. You hurt her and—”
Whiskey raised his hand up. “I know. You really do not need to say it. Fuck, if I knew whose daughter she was.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“But I don’t care whose daughter she is,” Whiskey stated to him then went over to the table where she sat.
“Whiskey…” She smiled up at him. “Is everything okay?’
He nodded.
“Do you know Scarlet?” Sydney asked as she motioned to the other woman.
He shook his head.
“Well, this is my sister it seems. Scarlet this is Whiskey,” Sydney announced.
Scarlett stood from the table and looked him up and down.
He raised a brow at her perusal.
“Yeah… you’ll do,” she stated.
He blinked at her. “For what?”
She chuckled and looked over at Sydney. “I will see you later, okay? And keep up the good work.”
Whiskey watched her walk away then looked over at Sydney. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?”
Sydney chuckled as her face went pink. “Well, earlier today…” Her voice faded away as she stared across the room.
Whiskey turned and followed her line of sight.
Cobra, Python and Cotton were at a table and they were all staring at her and Whiskey. Well, staring by Cotton, but glaring and sword filled gazes would be what Cobra and Python was putting out.
From behind him, he could hear Sydney actually growl. As he turned, she grabbed him up and rose on her tiptoes, then kissed him.
Whiskey was stunned at first, then when he tasted her lips, all his questions and thoughts left him. Grabbing her up tighter against him, he kissed her back. Pushing his tongue through her lips, he took control of the kiss. They both clung to each other as the kiss took on a life of its own.
Finally, after who knew how long, they broke apart breathlessly.
Their eyes were locked.
“W-wow…” Sydney whispered.
Whiskey gave her a slow nod. He felt the same way. He had never shared a kiss like that one. He’d wanted it to never end. “So, why did you do that all of the sudden?” he asked quietly.
She let out a breath and opened her moth to reply then she stopped and looked around him.
Whiskey shook his head. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on?”
Nodding, she grabbed his hand and then tugged. “Come on.” She then slowed her walk a bit to give all three Valin men a smirk.
Whiskey allowed her to drag him across the room and down the hall.
She stopped at his door and then opened it, tugging him in, and slamming it behind them.
Whiskey was baffled.
She pulled him over to the couch and she sat down.
He looked down at her.
She patted the seat next to her on the little sofa.
Shaking his head, he asked. “Okay. What game are you playing here?” He sat beside her.
She bit at her lip. “Those Valin men—”
The door to the room burst open.
Whiskey shot up on instinct and had his weapon out in a second flat, aimed at the open door.
Cobra stood there, Python beside him.
Gasping, Sydney bolted up and set her hand on his gun.
Whiskey looked down at her hand then tucked the gun back into his waistband. Turning his head, he glared at the men. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Cobra looked livid, but he didn’t speak.
Python released his standard growl. “That’s the question we should be asking!”
Cotton appeared beside them. “Fuck!” He looked at Whiskey then saw Sydney.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I know what you thought and you did exactly what I’d thought you’d do.” She marched over and glared at them as she put her hands on her hips.
“Damn…” Cobra hissed. “That was low, little girl.”
Cotton shook his head “Sydney… This kind of game could get nasty and dangerous. You aren’t manipulating normal guys here. You are in the world of the MC. Don’t play games like this.” Cotton motioned to his father and brother to leave.
“Time to go, gentleman.” Sydney gave them a wicked smile then slammed the door right in their faces…Loudly and with force.
Whiskey waited until she turned back around. He crossed his arms over his wide chest.
Sydney made her way over and looked up at him. “I’m sorry. I-it’s just that this morning they were telling me…” Her shoulders dropped. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just got so mad.”
Whiskey reached over and tilted her chin up. “Tell me.”
She sighed. “They were saying they had the right to tell me who I could be with.”
“In particular, not to be with me, right?”
She nodded. “But that is not the point!” She stomped her foot on the carpet. “They have no right to run my life. To tell me what to do!”
He chuckled.
Her head shot up as she stared at him.
He kept laughing.
She looked frustrated. “It is not funny! You had your gun out!”
His laughter grew. “Yeah, when they expected me to have my dick out!”
She stared at him and her face went pink again. Then she started to smile as she fell into laughter too. “Yes! Oh, my god! I cannot believe I set them up like that!”
Whiskey chuckled. “It means you are a true Valin, I think. From what I have seen of them. I mean what was all that with Scarlet?”
She again, got shy. “Well, okay. I told her that well…I liked you.”
His smile faded. “Liked me?”
She raised her head and met his eyes. “But I shouldn’t have used you like that.”
“You mean the kiss?” he asked.
“Yeah, but then that may have been the best move I’ve made yet.”
Again, Whiskey laughed. Damn, this girl. He hadn’t laughed really in years.
“So…you aren’t mad at me?” she asked hesitantly.
He shook his head. “I think I might be proud of you, actually.” He then grabbed her up. “I also am relieved as now I can kiss you back.” He crushed her lips under his as he kissed her.