Hostage (Predators MC #3)(5)By: Jamie Begley
“I’m not worried about Shade. He’ll eventually get used to Penni being my old lady. Besides, he lives in Kentucky.”
“You keep telling yourself that.” Max shook his head, but Jackal didn’t give a shit.
“Penni and I will be good together. If I had never taken her hostage, we would have already been together. I didn’t expect her to hold a grudge against me for so fucking long.”
“You doing crack?” This time, Ice couldn’t hold back his amusement.
“You watch and see.” Jackal began to get angry at the men for laughing at him. “She’s attracted to me.” Jackal had seen the interest in her eyes during the road trip to Treepoint. Penni hadn’t been able to disguise it when they had returned to Queen City, either.
“I believe in you, Jackal.” Rita licked her lips, dropping her hand down to cup his ass.
Ice rolled his eyes. “You never did explain why you smell like dog shit.”
“Had to jump into the neighbor’s yard, and the son of a bitch had two guard dogs.”
Now Ice couldn’t hold in the laughter. “The only way that fruitcake becomes your old lady is hell freezing over.”
Jackal hated to admit it, but he was finally going to have to agree with Ice. He tugged the hair surrounding his face.
Was it his face? Did she find the scar on his cheek repulsive? Were Max and the rest of the brothers right? Was he just wasting his time?
“I need a shower. Want to party, Rave?” Jackal’s voice rose so she could hear him from the other end of the bar.
Rave covered the bottom half of her face as she heaved at the thought. “Sorry, Jackal. Another night?”
The club wouldn’t let him forget anytime soon that his pride had taken a hit. A big hit.
As an enforcer in a club the size of the Predators’, his reputation not only reflected on himself, but on Ice for picking him. An enforcer who wasn’t feared became a liability.
“I’ll party with you, Jackal,” Rita spoke up, ignoring the brothers’ laughter.
Jackal’s eyebrows rose. He hadn’t fucked Rita since she had landed on Ice’s shit list.
“I’ll even wash your back for you,” she offered.
“Why not? Give me enough time to get most of the stench off before coming to my room.”
“I’ve got some shower gel that will get rid the smell right off. I’ll run to my room and meet you there.”
Any humor on Ice’s face evaporated as Rita darted toward her bedroom. “You’re better off waiting for Penni to get back and smacking her ass.”
Jackal shook his head. “Rita is a raving bitch, but I can handle that. What I’m tired of is Penni chasing after every man in Queen City who wears an expensive suit and turning that snobby nose up at me.”
“I don’t think that’s why she doesn’t like you—” Rave started to speak up then hastily snapped her mouth closed at Jackal’s glare.
“It doesn’t matter.” Jackal slammed his fist down on the counter of the bar. “Fuck her. It’s not like I was in love with the girl.”
Max pounded his hand on his back.” Fuck her,” he agreed, showing his support then grimacing as he wiped his damp hand off on the sleeve of Ice’s T-shirt. “The bitches all look good in the dark. No need to put up with the shit Penni’s dishing out.”
“You’re right! She’s not the hottest tail in Queen City.”
“There you go!” Max’s encouragement had Jackal’s sore pride finally kicking in.
“Thanks, brother!” Jackal missed the appalled look behind his back as Max tried to avoid coming into contact with Jackal’s soggy clothes.
Ice leaned against the bar, watching as Max and the men snickered as Jackal cockily headed toward his bedroom. “Since when do you give a flying fuck who Jackal does?”
“Can you seriously imagine Penni as Jackal’s old lady?”
Ice frowned at the brothers’ expectant faces. Obviously, all of them believed he would agree with them.
“You don’t think Jackal could handle Penni?”
“Brother, I think she’d shoot off his dick.”