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Chapter 7

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"Are we sure this is the right place? I don't understand why Jax would want to move his party here. Maybe it was a prank or something?"

I look over at Harper, worrying, and shrug. "I'm sure it's fine. He said he knows these guys, and they combined parties."

We walk up to the door, both looking hot, and we know it. I have on the tightest blood-red dress known to man, six-inch killer ankle boots, and my hair is pulled into a high ponytail. Harper went with the outfit we picked out earlier, and wow, even I can appreciate how good she looks.

I made a comment about Asher losing his mind earlier and she didn't even acknowledge it. I think she's done with him now. She knows something bigger is happening with him, and she doesn't want anything to do with him lying to her anymore. I get it, and to be honest, I'm not sure she should.

We open the door, and a guy approaches us immediately. I don't recognize him, so maybe he thinks we are someone else. He cocks his head and grins as he keeps walking toward us. Muscles, bald-headed, tattoos on his arms.

"Are you owned?" he asks as he smirks, I look down and see collars in his hands.

"Owned?" Harper asks nervously.

"Take that as a no. You're not with anyone tonight?"

"We were invited by Jax," I say confidently. I don't know what the fuck kind of party this is, but I sure as hell ain't putting on a collar.

"You're Chase's girl…" He grins.

"No, I'm not," I bite back. "He's fucking delusional."

He laughs in response. "You might want to wear this."

He opens up a drawer next to him and pulls out a single silver choker. It's beautiful, delicate even but it's very obviously a collar and a sign I'm his.

"I am not wearing a fucking collar, and neither is Harper. We're not here with anyone but each other."

I want to knock this guy's smirk off his face as he talks. "Fine, but that means you're open and accountable for anything that could happen here. You're putting yourself out here for anyone to approach you if they're interested."

"What kind of party is this?" Harper pipes up, finding her voice again.

"The fun kind," he says, shrugging and putting the collars down.

"Did Asher, I mean…did he give you anything for me?" I look at her curiously. Damn, maybe she's not so done with him after all.

He shakes his head. "Sorry babe, but if you're interested you could wear something for me?" She rolls her eyes, linking her arm with me, and starts to lead me away.

"The basement is off-limits unless you're invited by the brothers. Other than that, have fun, ladies."

"What the fuck was that?" Harper asks me, and I shake my head, not knowing. I don't know what kind of party this is, but I'm here now and ready to blow off some steam. We walk through the main room, and it's a sea of gyrating bodies dancing to the music. There's a guy in the corner with his girl on her knees, sucking him off. A collar and leash around her neck. His bright blue eyes remind me of Nate, but everything else about this guy is different. His eyes dart to mine as he stares at me intensely, grinning like a cat. His tattoos are exposed as they creep up his neck.

"Hey, pretty girl…want to join us?" I shake my head, scoffing as the girl on her knees releases his cock from her mouth.

"Zane." She sounds offended, and he just laughs. Placing his thumb in her mouth, holding her chin roughly. "You know you're here for one thing, and I can replace you like that. So, keep my cock in your mouth and stop fucking talking" His voice is so calm it's eerie, yet she nods as he holds her mouth open before letting go. He looks back at me, grinning and I just pull Harper away.

"That guy has no shame," she says, and I nod. "You wouldn't catch me dead sucking some guy off in front of everyone."

I laugh. God, I need a drink already. I pull her through the mass of the bodies until we get into the kitchen area and see a table set up with a whole array of bottles of different drinks and kegs at the end. Suddenly, someone catches my eye, and it's Jax.

"Hey girls, are you okay?" he asks casually as he walks over to us.

"Did we come to some sort of sex party? There's a guy getting a blowie from some slut on the couch in there." Harper grimaces like it's completely not in her taste.

He laughs. "That's Zane. He's kinda into public exhibition and a lot of everything else."

"He's an ass," I say, grabbing a beer from the table.

"That he is," a voice says, and an arm slips around my shoulder. "And who is this stunning girl that's in my house bad-mouthing, albeit honestly, my brother?" I tilt my head up to find honey-gold eyes staring back at me. This guy is built. He's as big as Chase, but there's something in his eyes that makes my voice leave me. Danger.

"That's Brooke, and she's Harper," Jax speaks.

"Uh should have known Chase would already have picked out the most beautiful girl here." He slides his hand off my shoulder. "But wait, where's your necklace?" His head cocks to the side.

"That choker, you mean?" I scoff.

"Whatever it is, beautiful, it means you're protected." He looks over at Jax. "Like he asked."

"Just because she doesn't choose to wear it doesn't mean that agreement is off the table."

He nods. "I agree, but just means blood is more likely to be spilled, and don't get me wrong, I am more than happy for that to happen, and Levi did bring his knife tonight. He'll be happy to spill a little for a stunning creature like her." He's so casual in the way he talks, and who the fuck is Levi? He sounds like a psychopath. A little nagging voice in the back of my head reminds me I killed four guys and not to be so judgmental.

He grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips. "Be good, Princess," he whispers before kissing it. Clearly a warning passed to him by Chase, and I tug my hand away as he grins and walks backward into the crowd of people until I no longer see him. I stare daggers at Jax as he looks sheepishly back at me, drinking his beer.

"What the hell is this Jax?"

"This is Chase playing hardball, Brooke. I'm not getting involved in whatever is going on between you two, but clearly, something happened after you left my place, and whatever it is, you need to sort it out."

"Where the fuck is he?" He points to the garden without saying another word.

"I think it's a good idea if you stick with me tonight," he says to Harper, offering her his arm, and Harper agrees, threading her arm through his.

"Look after her, please."

He nods, "Of course."

Now that I know my friend is safe, I storm out to the backyard seeing red as I try to find the man that's clearly fucking with my life, and I do, with some slut sitting on his lap. Jealousy pangs my heart as I see her giggling at whatever he is saying. This son of a bitch.

"Get the fuck off him," I say calmly, unable to recognize my own voice. He slides his arm around her waist keeping her there as he smirks up at me.

"Why should she? You didn't want me, but she does." I look over at Asher, sparking up a blunt.

"Really?" I say, and he just shrugs, blowing the smoke toward me. I watch Chase's jaw tick, but other than that, he doesn't say a thing.

"Get the skank off your lap. I need to talk to you."

"See, you've done all the talking since you came back; you haven't let me speak, and I've heard enough. You said everything you needed to earlier, B, and I heard it. I'm done."

The girl giggles, whispering something in his ear, and he smiles back, pushing her hair from her face before turning back to me. That should be me. I push that annoying voice back down.

"Enjoying the party?" he asks.

"This is some fucked up version of a party Chase, and you know it. I wanted to blow off some steam tonight. Have a drink with my best friend, and you've turned it into some twisted, sick joke."

He shrugs, grinning back at me coldly. "I thought a girl like you could handle it after what you did."

The ominousness of that statement hangs heavy in the air as I look at him. This isn't the Chase I know. It really was a lie; I knew it, but right now, he's just giving me more evidence to back it up.

Nate was right all along.

I was picking the wrong guy.

"Fine, you want it this way then I'm good with that. I'm going to find a hot guy to dance with."

Chase looks at the girl, and she slides off his lap reluctantly. He stands up before he grabs my waist, pinning my body to his again.

"Not going to happen, Brooke. Everyone here knows not to touch you. See, you don't want to be with me, then fine, I'll find a girl or two to play with, but you belonged to me the moment you left blood on my dick in that hotel room, baby girl. So, you're mine, and if I decide to play with you again, I will, but you? You, Princess, won't be playing with anyone except me. Got it?"

I push him away before I slap him as hard as I can. His face immediately goes red as I watch his jaw clench. "I fucking hate you."

He laughs at me. The asshole is actually laughing at me. "See, that's the thing, Princess. Love and hate go together perfectly in my world." He turns, picking the slut off the seat and pulling her back into his lap. I give him a disgusted look before turning to her.

"He has chlamydia, by the way. Yeah, he got it from a whore he slept with. He just loves shoving his dick into skanks. I'd get him tested before he goes near you." It's the last thing I say before I storm away, a smirk dancing over my lips.

I'm not that innocent little girl anymore, and he can go fuck himself if he thinks I'll roll over and play submissive. He wants fire, good, I'll burn him alive with it.

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