Addictive (The Houston Defiance MC Series Book 2)

Zero what happened between us.
Fuck!
Zero’s face turned from tanned to bright red in two point five seconds, the vein in his neck ticked while his nostrils flared. His breathing became heavy as his lip curled into a snarl.
Oh, shit!
It was like watching a swirling tornado raging inside of Zero, and he was about to let it loose. His hands raced out latching onto my cut, grabbing handfuls then he shoved me back. My head hit the drywall with a thud causing the outline of stars to form. Zero ground his teeth together, his eyes now a wildfire burning so fiercely there was no way to extinguish the flames.
Knowing Zero had finally put together that I had been with his sister was everything I didn’t want. It was what I had been trying to hide all this time. It was part of the reason Prinie and I could never be something more because I honored my friendship with her brother so much more. I owed Zero so much.
I fucked his sister, and now I had ruined our friendship.
“I’m only going to ask you this once, Wraith. Did. You. Fuck. My. Sister?”
Prinie sniffled as Zero narrowed his eyes on me.
My Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when I swallowed hard, then I cracked my neck to the side and replied, “Yes.” The answer was so simple, yet so complicated at the same time.
Zero let go of my cut with a shove, turned, and ran his fingers through his long hair.
I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding but stayed where I was.
Zero was taking this way better than I thought he would. But when he turned back to me, it was so fast, I didn’t see it coming. His clenched fist connected with my jaw before I had a second to register. My head snapped to the side so quickly, I lost my balance falling to my knee. Pain seared through my skull as Zero came back for more.
Prinie screamed at him as he landed an uppercut under my chin, knocking me onto my ass. I fell back onto the floor, dazing in and out as he kneeled over me, ready to strike again.
Prinie screamed at him, jumping on his back in an attempt to stop him from doing any more damage, but in his rage, he shoved her and she fell back, hitting her head on a barstool.
Even in my dazed state, anger flared through me that he could possibly hurt her. I found the strength to push him off me, my fist connecting with his eye socket.
A scream came from Cherry Bomb, Zero’s Old Lady, as Zero and I moved together in an old- fashioned wrestling match. We fell to the floor, trying to punch each other, but all we were doing was rolling around like dickheads.
Texas, Chains, and Neon all slid in, pulling us apart, but even still, Zero tried to get one last punch in before Neon pulled him back completely.
We were both uncontrollable.
Everyone stood back watching as we panted furiously for raging breaths.
My head was spinning. My jaw aching.
Zero shrugged out of the grip of Neon, then threw me a glare. “If you hurt her, Wraith, so help me God, I’m going to fucking kill you with my bare hands.”
Prinie grabbed Zero with tears streaming down her face. “Krew, stop! Wraith didn’t hurt me. That’s not why we’re fighting.”
“Then you better tell me something because if he so much as laid a fucking finger on you—”
“Just stop it! Wraith wouldn’t hurt me… not physically anyway.” Her eyes met mine before she grabbed Zero and started leading him away toward the stairs.
How wrong you are, princess.
How wrong you are.
 
The scraping of a barstool beside me wakes me from my reverie. My head jerks from the almost sleep I had fallen into—a drunken coma more like. Who knows what the damn time is, it’s probably almost morning by now. Fox pulls up a stool beside me as I turn to look at him. It’s taken at least an hour, probably longer, for anyone to come talk to me since my fight with Zero. I guess everyone was too chicken shit to be seen taking my side in all this crap.
Not that there’s sides, but I get it.
They have to support their president.
I fucked up—I know it.
All the brothers know Prinie’s a no-touch zone.
She’s off-limits, but I went there, not only as a brother in the club, the best friend of the president, but also the motherfucking vice president.
I’m unsure what this means for my position here at the club. Zero will probably want me gone, and I’m not sure I blame him. I broke the rules, I pay the price. But if there’s any consolation, I don’t want anything to do with Prinie. This mess I’m in, this is all on her, it’s all her fault. She’s the one with the axe to grind. The one with the fucking issues.
I’m happy to let her go and just move the fuck on.
Who am I kidding?
She’s ingrained in my psyche as much as death is.
Prinie’s another addiction.
Telling myself I can be rid of her is horse shit.
Don’t matter anyway, because Zero’s going to kick me out of the club, then that’ll be that.
No more Zero.
No more Prinie.
I’ll be out on my own where I can wallow in death, drown myself in blood.
“Your mind is ticking over at warp speed there, VP,” Fox interrupts my head from wandering off again.
Can’t you let a guy wallow in peace, old man?
Forcing out a grunt, I reach for the tequila again, but he swipes it first, bringing it