Whiz-Savage Souls MC

Jealousy

Whiz

It had been a long two weeks. I was busy tracking and hacking my way to finding out who exactly was trying to cause a rift between us and the Bratva.

I was tired. Mentally and physically. But mostly I missed my vixen. I hadn't been able to stop by the club and had no idea where she lived.

This woman was making me a bit crazy. And she had no idea what she was doing to me. But I was enjoying the ride.

I had narrowed it down who was fu*king with us and my suspicion was it was another Bratva. Now why? I had no idea. Maybe they had beef with Ivan's group, or wanted us to switch business to them. Either way, we had to figure out who it was.

My head was ready to explode. I needed to take a break. And see a certain little vixen who was running laps in my brain. I also wanted to show her the tattoo ideas for her arm. I wanted her to see herself how the world did, how I did. Beautiful. Perfect.

And maybe one day I'd get to see those other scars. Kiss them. Corrupt them with more of my art. If she'd let me.

Yelena

I was running late. Of course. Stupid flat tire. Thankfully, Ivan wasn't too far away and could give me a lift. He promised he'd have my car ready when I got off and delivered by one of his guys.

I rushed inside and clocked in. I was super grateful that one of the girls was able to cover for me.

I approached the bar and immediately started putting drinks together. It was a busy night. Girls were dancing around piles of money, me and the rest of the bartenders running around delivering drinks and taking money.

I turned to give one of the regulars his Manhattan when I looked over his shoulder. My mouth went dry. There was Whiz, and a stripper. Mahogany? Toaster? I forgot her name. She was topless and grinding on a smiling Whiz. Huge smile on his face. An ugly feeling erupted in my stomach. Jealousy? No. That couldn't be it. We weren't together. Never would be. We hadn't talked in almost 2 weeks. Whatever friendship we had was over. Time for me to move on.

We made eye contact and the smile fell from his lips. I looked down and continued serving the bar.

"Hey pretty." A younger guy. Probably in his late 20s, he had been nursing his drink for a while now. Keeping his eyes trained on me. We talked for a few minutes. He was a nice guy. Funny too. And good-looking. Blond hair cut short, 5 o'clock shadow. He was built but not Whiz built.

"How about we grab a drink sometime? Somewhere quieter. I didn't realize this was a biker club." I blushed.

Poor guy was definitely out of place. But also, what was wrong with a biker club?

I nodded, and he grabbed a napkin to write down his number, handing it to me. Suddenly it was yanked from my fingers. Whiz. What the fu*k was his problem?

"Scram kid before I turn this bar into a battering ram."

The young guy got pale, eyes wide and stood to leave. Whiz grabbed his shoulder and whispered something to him. He somehow managed to get even paler.

Whiz sat in his spot at the bar staring at me.

"What the he*l did you say to him?!"

"Don't worry about it, vixen. He won't bother you again."

"Bother me? He wasn't! I was taking his number willingly. We were going to have a drink one night. Maybe dinner."

At this point, I was trying to piss him off. Make him feel that ugly jealous monster that I did minutes ago. And it was working. His jaw ticking. Fists balled tightly.

"You won't be doing any of that with that fu*k."

I scoffed. "You aren't the boss of me," Whiz. I can date who I want."

He stood suddenly, stool scraping across the floor. People around us stopped to look but turned quickly away. Clearly deciding to mind their own business.

"Get over here, little vixen. Now."

"N-no. I won't. What are you going to do to me?"

He clearly saw the fear in my eyes.

"Vixen, I would never hurt you. Ever. Unless you asked me to." He winked. "Now come here."

My feet moved on their own. Going around the bar and standing in front of him. I leaned back to look at his face. He looked angry, but also a bit....amused? He leaned down, mouth brushing my ear.

"Tell me vixen. Are you jealous I had Marjory dancing on me? Grinding on me? Because it didn't mean sh*t to me. I was getting info from her. And I'll have you know my di*k didn't stand one bit."

I gulped. Liar. All men are like this. The only man I trust is Ivan and his crew. Getting info? Good one. And he was sporting a bo*ner now thinking about his lap dance I'm sure. I pushed at his chest.

"Fu*k off Whiz. I'm not jealous. You're a free man fu*k whoever you want. We haven't talked in 2 weeks. I don't give a sh*t what you do."

Whiz

Da*n. She was pissed. But I wasn't lying. Marjory had connections in the underworld. And I did get some info. Arseni was his name. I had enough info to look into him. And it's not like I didn't want to see her. I was spending most of my days working and the remainder sleeping. I didn't have her number, didn't know where she lived.

And then I saw her taking that number from that little pr*ck. He's lucky she was there. I would have put his teeth through his lip.

So ya. I was jealous. As fu*k. But so was she clearly. And she didn't want me to know. Because she wanted to push me away. And I wasn't having it. She had already crawled under my skin. She wasn't getting away.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway, ignoring her protests. I pushed her up against a wall in a dark corner.

"You're fu*king jealous. Admit it vixen. I know because I was too. Even thinking about you going out with that snobby as*hole made me want to take you back to my place and fu*k the thought of him out of you."

She gasped, eyes wide. I could see the pulse in her neck racing.

"I'm..I'm not jealous." She squeeked out.

Adorable.

"Yes you fu*king are. Don't deny it. I wasn't lying about Marjory. Something big is happening that involves my club and your brothers Bratva. And I did get info. Secondly, I fu*king missed you. I've been working all day and sleeping a few hours. I don't have your number and I don't know where you live. So admit you're jealous so we can move past this."

"Fine! I'm jealous ok! And I have no reason to be. We aren't together, we aren't....I don't even know what we are. Friends, I guess."

"Friends? I don't think friends want to fu*k each other and then make breakfast."

"I, I don't want to have s*x with you."

Liar. So I did the best thing I could do to show her she indeed, wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I smashed my mouth into hers. She tensed at first, her lips still. But after a few seconds she relaxed and kissed me back. And da*n could she kiss. I licked her bottom lip and she gasped. I took the opportunity to shove my tongue in her mouth, playing with hers. We finally pulled apart, breathing heavily.

"That kiss told me otherwise vixen. Don't lie to me. I'm sorry. I won't have anymore half naked women around me."

She didn't speak, just nodded.

"And in turn, you only take one number, and that's mine." I held up my phone and unlocked it, handing it to her. She typed her number in, and I sent her a text. I internally jumped up and down.

"Now, when's your next day off?"

"Saturday."

"Perfect. I'm taking you out. For a drink and dinner." I winked and she blushed.

Da*n she was cute. You'd never know she's a Bratva princess. But she had claws no doubt.

"O-ok. Listen, I have to get back to work. I was already late with a flat tire."

"Alright, I'll show you the tattoo ideas later. Do you need a ride home after work?"

"No. Ivan or one of his guys are coming. Thanks though. I'll see you Saturday."

She turned on her heel and walked away.

And da*n what an a*s.