The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 17

***POV - Melaena

"Soooo, those guys seem nice," Kiara says and I nod in agreement, "but there s just something about Alejandro that I can t put my finger on. It s as if he s hiding some big secret."

"The same here. Maybe it s because he s so good-looking."

"As if we don t have enough sexy hotheads in our lives already," she grunts, and then her face changes. "Care to tell me why I had to cope with a drunk-ass friend last night?"

"I m not sure. Everything was fine until Damion showed up and put his hand on my leg and …" Kiara interrupts me with a little squeal.

"He did WHAT?" I glare at her.

"Focus bitch, he put his hand on my leg … but I removed it and then we held hands, but not willingly – he forced me. Do you get something like hand-rape … cause that s what he did?"

"OMG, NO!" Another interruption and she wiggles her eyebrows, a huge grin across her face, "How was it? I bet he s awesome with his hands."

"Haha, so not funny!" I m seriously considering replacing my best friend with somebody that has more tact than this cow.

"Then a stupid bimbo kissed him at the bar … like she was all over him, I swear he had drool on his shirt … and I danced on the tables or something …… ug, I can t remember all of it. I just know that I kept on drinking hoping Damion and his slutty friend would just go POOF and disappear… But guess what, he didn t! He s still here ruining my life like always." Kiara softly swears to herself, but it was not soft enough cause I ve heard it.

"What?" I know she has something to say so I turn in my seat to look at her.

"It s just that you … how would I say this … you get a bit over-emotional as soon as Damion enters the picture." She bites her lip.

"I do NOT!" I m trying to focus on what she s saying exactly, "I hate him so much, he drives me insane! Now even more than ever!" She bites her lip a little more and her eyebrows rise slightly.

"Is true Mel … ever since the day you ve met him … he uh … let s say unravels you."

"Yes, cause I hate him. I told you to focus." Why does everybody think I m in love with the guy? I can never do that, it will just end in disaster – for me. It s like Jesse said, he s the type of guy you have sex with, not the type you give your heart to.

"Uh, eh, yeh, must be that." Now she s trying to hide a smile. "You held hands under the table, with your brothers sitting right there!" She laughs.

"Really, out of everything, that is the part you remember?" I can t believe her.

"That s the best part."

"I can t believe you left me with him. HIM of all people!"

"YOU asked him to stay. And maybe I was hoping he d screw you and get it over with, cause the tension between you two is thicker than the empire state building. And both of you are blind as pigmies … or is it moles? Nope, I m sure it s pigmies." I choke on my own saliva and cough a few times, trying to regain my breath. She didn t just say that!

"What? It s not my fault you get all drunk and disorientated just because a girl is kissing the guy you DON T like."

"The guy I hate! The freaking slutty bitch! And he just let her! Ug, he s such a bloody man-whore hustler!"

"Yep, but he was putting you to bed instead of her." Kiara giggles and it annoys me even more. She s really getting close to losing her position as my best friend. Very close.

"I was drunk, ok. He promised my brother." She shakes her head.

"Ok, but I m sure, the two of you in the same bed is not what your brother had in mind!" She throws her head back and laughs like a little child.

"Can you just stop?"

"So who are you taking to the ball?" Kiara asks while opening the door of our home.

"I don t know." I throw my bag on the floor, glad this day is almost over when the sound of gunshots makes both me and Kiara jump into each other's arms screaming. D came to kill us and my first priority is to protect my BFF. I push Kiara behind me and close my eyes.

He doesn t say anything but instead opens the drawer and takes out some tiny lavender lace panties, holding them in the air.

"You should definitely hold on to these ones." His eyes sparkle in the semi-darkness of the room.

"Fudge monkeys put those back."

"It s super sexy. Guess they come with a bra?" He smiles mischievously at me and raises his eyebrows. I jump from the bed and grab back my lingerie, quickly stuffing it back in the drawer before shutting it.

"I ve always known you are fricking dense."

"Don t you ever swear?"

"I try not to." The next moment I get slammed into the wall, his body pushing against mine, his hands on either side of my head, cradling me in. His eyes are dark, and it feels as if I m being burned alive. Told you he came from hell. How else can I explain the eerie presentment of fire mythically burning over me? This guy has devilish powers, and I m under his spell.

"What are you doing?" My voice is laced with fear and anticipation, maybe lust.

"I m trying not to kiss you." But I do want him to kiss me. Is that bad? Yes, that s extremely bad. He s still the same guy, the womanizing biker that ripped out my heart on more than one occasion, and he s still my brother's best friend. And he ll always be just that. He s hellbound and he has the power to totally destroy me if I let him into my heart.

A small annoying voice in my head tells me that it s already too late. He stands there as if he wants to say something, but doesn t. Then he pulls his mouth into a tight line.

You re trouble! I think, but again I seem to have blabbered out my secret thoughts in public. Why do I do that when he s around? I should learn to keep my mouth shut.

"Yep, remember that!" He throws the words at me, cocking a faint smile. His face is inches from mine, those eyes are dancing with little demons – they re mostly vibrant green but there are some yellow specks in there as well. It makes sense that he has the devil s eyes, cause he s scarier than old Lucifer himself. I swallow down my spit and decide to ignore him, his freaking eyes, and his minty breath. Boy, he s cocky and arrogant. He moves away as if it s the hardest thing to do and I get into my bed before I do anything stupid.

"The song … at the party, it was not a joke." His hands are pushing his hair back and he looks nervous and cute, and I so badly want to pull him into bed with me. His eyes are killing me and I m shocked by his confession. For a long time, I just sit there staring at him as if he s a ghost or something. I can t deal with this right now, so I grab some pills for my aching head, pull my comforter over me, and focus on the TV.

"Night angel." He just smiles as if he learned a secret that I don t know about and leaves the room. I dose off to dreamland with the Salvatores on my screen and those devilish eyes on my mind.