by Angel Steel
Holding her hand up for the waiter, she ordered several more shots. She needed to get all of them out of her head. He obviously only told her that she was his so she wouldn’t dance with any other male. Well, screw that. If he or they wanted Sarah, they could damn well have her.
~~*~~*~~
Shot glasses and cosmo glasses covered the table Sage was sitting at. She gripped her stomach as laughter racked her body while Lilly sat on the floor, holding her own stomach. A guy passing their table helped Lilly up and sat her back down in the booth.
“Seriously, I’m not shitting you,” Bri said. “It really was that tiny. I had no idea what to do with it,” she laughed. “Wait, I have a picture of it.” She reached into her bag, pulled out her phone and touched the screen several times till she turned the screen her way.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she focused on the screen in front of her. Looking at the screen and over at Bri then back again, she burst out laughing, harder than what she was before.
“See, I told you. How are you supposed to do anything with that?” Bri asked, shaking her head.
“You could have given him a Twinkie, or a cock pump,” she giggled.
“Once I got a look at him, I told him I was on my monthlies. There was no way I was doing anything with that.”
Sage lifted her hand and dropped all her fingers leaving up her pinkie. “Small wiener.” Sage fell sideways onto the booth chair, laughing so hard she was close to peeing her panties.
“That is just so cruel, but funny as shit,” Bri answered.
They all stopped laughing about the poor man that Bri knocked back. Sitting up, she watched on as Lilly and Bri danced with several guys. Some of them were pretty good, the others, not so much.
Skil told her she needed to use the bathroom. Not wanting her to go alone, Kaidence went with her. Lifting her glass up, she sipped through the straw, looking out on the dance floor for Bri and Lilly.
She choked on her drink as Logan and Caleb danced away with Sarah between them. Their hands were sliding over her body as hers did the same to them. She felt sick to her stomach at the image right in front of her.
Sarah pushed against Logan, her head thrown back as his hands slid down her sides. Her hands reached out and pulled Caleb closer, sandwiching between them.
Caleb moved away as she bent at the waist and rubbed against the front of Logan’s pants. Logan gripped her hips and ground against her. She stood back up and faced him, his thigh between her legs as she rocked with him. Caleb stepped behind her, holding her hips as they all moved as one.
It was as if they were having sex on the dance floor, but fully clothed. The glass in her hand slipped and shattered on the ground as Sarah leaned up and placed her lips against Logan’s.
She needed to get out of there. Standing up quickly, she wobbled on her feet as her head spun. Looking around the room for Bri and Lilly, her eyes landed on Mac across the room. He stepped forward noticing the tears streaming down her face.
Stepping back, she looked back to Logan and Caleb, and then back to Mac.
He followed her gaze and shook his head towards her. What the hell did that mean?
She didn’t care. She needed out of this club. She stumbled out of the booth, gripping the table to balance herself, as someone grabbed her arm from behind.
Ripping her arm away from whoever it was, she turned, ready to tell them where to go.
“Hey, where you going?” Bri glanced at her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to go. I can’t be here anymore,” she sobbed.
“Fuck. What happened, Sage?” she asked, wrapping her arm around her waist and guiding her towards the front.
“Something I don’t want to remember anymore,” she whispered.
The last piece of her heart shattered the moment Logan and Caleb danced with Sarah. It wasn’t so much as them dancing with her; it was what they were doing while dancing. How could they do that to her? She never allowed a man to touch her while dancing. If they did, she pushed them away. But they never once did that with Sarah.
As they walked through the front entrance, Lilly, Kaidence and Skil met up with them. As the fresh air hit her face, she dry-retched. Leaning forward, Bri quickly moved her away from the main door and towards the curb.
“What’s going on?” Skil asked as she rubbed over her back.
“I don’t know. All she said was, ‘something she doesn’t want to remember anymore.’’’
Skil knelt down beside her, “Sage, can you tell me what happened in there?”
“I can’t. I don’t want to remember. Please, I just want to go home, Skil,” she slurred around her tears.
“Sure, sweetie.” Someone whistled for a cab. Minutes, possibly hours later, she was helped into the back of a car. Someone wrapped their arms around her, stroking her arm.
She couldn’t help the tears as they streamed down her face. She gripped on to someone’s hand as she sobbed. Her chest hurt as pain ripped through her heart.
They had no idea what they had just done to her. They didn’t even know she was at the same club they had their apparent meeting at, either. She didn’t care. They didn’t care that they destroyed her. Shattered her into a million pieces while they continued to enjoy themselves with Sarah.
Closing her eyes, images flashed of them dancing. Two of the men she loved betrayed her trust. Broke her. Lied to her. While they had their fun with the next woman waiting in line wanting to jump on the Harper train.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Sage rolled over and grumbled as some ungodly horrible thumping noise echoed through her head. Lifting the pillow and holding it over her head, she tried to block out the loud noise. The noise got louder and louder.
Grunting, she sat up, then regretted doing that as her head throbbed with pain. Gripping the side of her head, trying to dull the pain shooting through her skull, she forced her eyes open. Her eyes hurt when she opened them; it was as if someone stabbed them with a hot poker.
Her mouth was the worst. Dry and pasty. The taste was disgusting. Did she lick the floor at the club last night?
Someone knocked on her door. Dropping back onto the bed, she mumbled, “Go away.” She didn’t want to see anyone.
The door opened, Bri walked in and sat at the end of the bed.
“How you feeling?”
“Like shit,” Sage groaned.
Bri looked to her hand as she contemplated saying something to her.
“Just come out and say it, Bri.”
“What happened last night?”
Frowning, she wondered what she was talking about. “What are you talking about, Bri? Please tell me I didn’t hook up with anyone”
Bri shifted closer to her. “No, you didn’t hook up with anyone that I know of.” She wiped her hands along her thighs. “Last night at the club. You looked like you had seen a ghost. We asked what happened and all you told us was, ‘something you don’t want to remember anymore’. You were a mess. What didn’t you want to remember?”
Closing her eyes, she tried to remember anything from the previous night. Images flashed. All of them sitting at the table drinking, dancing with Bri and Lilly, then a couple of guys. Then back to the table laughing at something Bri told them.
Nothing jumped out at her that would have caused that kind of reaction from her. Another image flared. Logan, Caleb, Mac and Zeb showing up at the club. She was happy to see them until Sarah came into view and they followed her to a table.
Her hands gripped her blanket as more images flared. Logan and Caleb on the dance floor, with Sarah between them. Them touching, stroking, grinding against each other as if they were having sex.
They had no idea that she was at the same club as them. They were supposed to be at a meeting with a client. What a load of shit that was!
She ripped the blanket away from her and stood from the bed.
“You remembered what you saw last night, didn’t you, Sage?”
She
spun around and faced Bri, “The boys were there last night,” she grit out between clenched teeth.
“What? Logan said they had a meeting.”
“Yeah, a fucking meeting my ass. They were all there, Bri. The funny part is, Sarah was there too, with them, the whole night.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Bri cursed.
“Nope. The best part, Logan and Caleb were dancing with Sarah between them. Fucking dirty dancing with her. He said no other man was to touch me since I’m his. Obviously, that same rule doesn’t apply to him, though.”
“What the hell were they doing with Sarah? Jesus, everyone in Laker knows that she has been after them since the moment she could walk.”
“Well, she can have them for all I care. I’m done.” She stormed off towards her bathroom and slammed the door.
She was fuming. Gripping the vanity, Sage wasn’t going to cry over them again. It was a waste to cry over them. Removing her clothes and sliding under the shower, she stood under the spray.
It wasn’t like they were exclusive. They never went anywhere other than her house or Logan’s. They were keeping her to themselves at home, but as soon as they were out, it was a completely different story. She wasn’t a doormat. They weren’t going to use her when they wanted to. Not a chance in hell that was happening.
Turning the water off, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around herself and stormed back into her room. If they wanted to continue being with other women while they were with her, they had another thing coming.
Walking straight to her walk-in robe, she removed everything that she had of theirs. Shirts, jackets, shoes, cologne. Pictures of all of them together sat on her dresser, hallway wall and some out in the lounge room. Grabbing all of them from her room, she threw them in the box with all their other crap
Bri and Lilly followed her as she ripped every single photo of them off her wall and threw them in the box.
“Sage, what are you doing?” Lilly questioned.
“Removing every part of the Harper boys from my house and life,” she spat out.
“Don’t you think that’s a bad idea? Why don’t you call them and ask them about last night. I’m sure they have a perfectly good answer as to why they were there.”
Sage spun around and faced her two friends. “Oh, let me just call them and have them lie to me. Do you think I’m that stupid? Why would I give them the opportunity to tell me what I want to hear and lie more, Lilly?” She growled.
“Sorry I spoke,” Lilly grumbled.
“Sage, you can yell and bitch all you want at me, but think this through properly before you make any rash decisions. You love them.”
She stopped in the hallway, dropped the box and slid down the wall. “It hurt seeing them with her, Bri. If you would have seen—”
Both Bri and Lilly dropped beside her. “I know it did, sweetie.”
“I don’t know if I can see or talk to them after what I saw last night. Could you if it was someone that you loved?”
“Personally, I’d kick their asses to the curb and move on, but you have loved all of them since you were little, Sage. They need to have that opportunity to tell you their side of the story.”
“I don’t want to get hurt again,” Sage sobbed.
“I know. Let’s go back into your room and order in. We’ll think of something, Sage. We look after each other.”
~~*~~*~~
Logan paced back and forth while Caleb was on the phone. He hadn’t heard from Sage since the previous night. He had sent several text messages to her but no reply. He knew she turned her phone off when she went out with the girls, but it was around noon and still no answer.
He turned and faced Caleb. “Anything?”
Caleb shook his head and continued talking on the phone. What if something happened to her? The girls knew to ring one of them straight away if it regarded Sage.
Caleb hung his phone up and sat down. “Have you tried the girls?”
“Yep, several times. All their phones are switched off still,” Caleb grumbled.
“What the hell is going on? It’s not like Sage to have her phone off this long, but the girls as well? Fuck this. I’m going over to her place.”
Logan stomped off towards his room, pulled a shirt on and his boots and walked back out. As he entered the kitchen, Mac stood there death-staring Caleb.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Pissed that my brothers are dumb asses.”
He looked at Caleb then back to Mac. “What have we done now that’s pissed you off?”
“The new club that we went to last night, to meet with the owner and talk about the new security team.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Sage was there with all the girls. She saw both of you with Sarah.”
“Okay, she’s Liam’s daughter.”
“Yeah. She saw you both on the dance floor with Sarah between you. Bro, it didn’t look like dancing to me.”
“Fuck.”
“She left crying after seeing you two practically fucking each other on the dance floor. Why in the hell would you even consider doing anything like that again with Sarah? She’s a troublemaker, Logan. She made our lives hell for years.”
“I was being nice since she’s the daughter of the owner of the club we just signed up to. No wonder her phone is off. She probably thinks we all hooked up or something.”
“If I was a chick, I’d think exactly that, Logan.”
“Shut up, dickhead. We need to get over to her house now before she does something stupid. Try ringing their phones again. If no one answers, leave a damn message.”
Logan headed for the door with Caleb and Mac in tow. He’d never considered the possibility of Sage being at the same club. He was only being nice; he really didn’t like Sarah at all. She was the one that started the rumour about all of them sleeping with one woman between them. Yeah, they did that, but it was kept between the ones that participated.
Jumping into his truck, he heard Caleb speaking into his phone, obviously leaving a message for either Sage or one of the girls.
Gripping the steering wheel, his foot flat to the floor, he screeched out of his drive and towards Sage’s house. He was a fucking idiot allowing Sarah to get between them. He tried several times pushing her away from him, but she kept coming back.
He was so close to throwing her over his shoulder, taking her back to her father and telling him exactly what his daughter really was like. But he shut his damn mouth and endured the time he was with her.
Jesus, he hoped he could get them out of this. The way Sage thought, he’d need a damn miracle to happen for them to get her trust back.
~~*~~*~~
Sage stumbled into the kitchen to refill her drink. Bri finally agreed with her. Although she had drank last night and woke with a hangover, she needed to numb herself against the pain she was feeling. So, margaritas it was.
Leaning against the bench, she waited till Bri came in right behind her lifting her glass, and attempting to pull a sad face, since her glass was empty.
Laughing, Bri said, “Aww, you poor baby.”
“Please, I can never get the mix right like you do,” Sage sulked.
“You’re such a suck ass. You just want me to make it ‘cause you can’t see what you’re doing.”
“I can see, just not that well,” Sage giggled.
Bri grabbed all of the ingredients and the mixer and started putting everything together. She held onto the bench as she wobbled slightly but straightened herself up.
The mixer turned on for a couple of seconds. She shifted closer to Bri, ready for her glass. “If you get any closer, I’ll think you’re trying to get into my pants, Sage.”
“I can’t help that you turn me on, Bri,” she slurred around a giggle.
“You’re so full of shit. Here. Don’t drink it too quickly. I’m not making another for you for another half-an-hour.”
She took the glass Bri handed her. “Yes, Mum.”
As she turned, yelling echoed towards her. Frowning, she turned to Bri. Shrugging, they both quickly moved to where the yelling was coming from.
Bri walked in front of her as they moved from the kitchen and into the lounge. Bri stopped suddenly in front of her and she ran into her, spilling half her drink.
“What the hell, Bri? That is all your fault, not mine.”
Lilly’s screams rung in her ears. Stepping around Bri, her arm shot out, stopping her. Pushing past it, she looked over at where Lilly stood and paled.
Her glass slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor right in front of her. Logan, Caleb and Mac stood there as Logan faced off with Lilly. Kaidence was right beside her, not allowing them through the door.
Logan’s eyes found hers. “Spitfire.”
Shaking her head, she spun around and ran towards her room.
“Sage!” Logan screamed after her.
Running down the hall, she slammed her door open and slipped inside of her room. Before she could turn around to close her door, arms wrapped around her and lifted her from the ground.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
“No,” Logan growled behind her.
Her legs kicked back, connecting with his shins. Logan groaned and tightened his grip on her.
“Stop, spitfire.”
“Let me the fuck go,” she yelled again.
She dug her nails into his arms and scratched his forearms right up to his elbows.
“Fuck!” he roared as he let her go.
She spun around and continually punched and slapped at his chest and face. He blocked half her movements, which frustrated her that she couldn’t hurt him the way he had her.
She swung her leg up and connected to his thigh. Cursing as pain radiated through her own leg, she did it again.
Logan was quicker than she was. His hand shot out and grabbed her around the ankle, holding her leg up in the air. His other hand propelled out and captured her arm. Lifting her up, he launched both of them towards her bed.
He crashed first with her on top, and then rolled them so she was under him.
He pressed her into her bed as he held her down.