“I want to go...” Fat Louise’s mind was always on food.
Sex Piston drowned them out, drinking her beer as her eyes surveyed the clubhouse, seeing that Stud and his men were now at the bar. Bear’s woman was in his grill so tight a fucking crow bar couldn’t pry her off. Stud was ignoring the woman whose hands were all over him, but Sex Piston had no doubt that he would end up in one of the back rooms with her before the night was over.
So far he hadn’t fucked any of the Destructors’ bitches, keeping his cock at home with the Blue Horseman women that came riding in with them on the back of their bikes. The skank with the long blond hair and tight ass was his current fuck buddy, throwing angry looks from the stool next to Stud’s as the other woman made a play for him. Stud must be moving on to ignore his bitch while playing with another one in front of her.
Sex Piston knew how that shit burned; her own man had managed to get one of the other women in the club knocked up while they were on one of their breaks, making her look like a fucking idiot. The saddest part was she hadn’t cared. She was actually glad knowing that now she wouldn’t go back to him even if he begged her, and he had been begging, but she had her standards. She wasn’t about to come between a man and his baby’s mama.
“We need to talk,” Ace said, coming up to her table.
“No, we don’t,” Sex Piston said, finishing her beer.
“Summer doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Her having my kid isn’t going to change how I feel about you.”
“You don’t give a fuck about me or your dick never would’ve came out of your pants. We’re done. Now get the fuck away from me.” She stared back at him, ice dripping from her voice.
Joker came up beside his friend. “Crazy Bitch, let’s go home.”
“I told you last night I was done with your ass. Your shit better be out of my house before I get home or I’ll give it to Goodwill. I’m sick of supporting your lazy ass. Go find another bitch stupid enough to pay your fucking bills.” Crazy Bitch glared at her ex.
“I’m looking for a job,” Joker whined.
“I hear Popeye’s is hiring,” Crazy Bitch mocked. The women at the table burst out laughing at the men.
Joker made to grab Crazy Bitch, but Sex Piston jerked his hand away before he could touch her. “Don’t fucking touch her,” she snarled.
“She’s my old lady; I’ll touch her if I want to, you bitch from hell. Ace should have shown you who’s boss years ago.”
“Yeah, well, he would have to have a dick for that to happen.” The women at the table couldn’t help laughing again. Ace turned bright red, grabbing Sex Piston’s arm, so she grabbed her beer bottle about to brain the fucker.
“Let her go, Ace.” Ace let go of Sex Piston as soon as he heard Stud’s voice.
“See, what did I tell you? No dick,” Sex Piston taunted.
“Shut up, Sex Piston.” Stud didn’t take his eyes off Joker and Ace. “You two need to leave until you cool down.”
“You throwing me out of my own club?” Joker asked in astonishment.
“It’s my club now, and yeah, I’m telling you to leave.” Stud didn’t say anything else as he waited for the two men to follow his orders or challenge him.
“Let’s go, Joker. Neither one of these bitches are worth fighting over.” Ace walked away, heading toward the club door. Joker hesitated; it was harder to walk away from his meal ticket, yet without Ace to back him up, his cowardice showed and he followed behind his friend.
After they left, Stud stood staring down at the table of women.
“If you’re waiting for thanks, you’re not going to get it. I could have handled that pussy,” Sex Piston said as she glared up at her new club president.
“Watch how you talk to me, Sex Piston,” Stud warned her.
Sex Piston started to snap back, but bit her tongue for once. She had promised her pops she wouldn’t challenge the asshole. So, instead, she turned to talk to Killyama, insulting him by ignoring his presence.
The bitches gave him gloating smiles as he returned to the bar.
“T.A. get a bottle of Tequila. Let’s celebrate those two assholes being out of our life,” Crazy Bitch said.
T.A. got up and went to the bar, coming back a few minutes later with a full bottle and five glasses.
Sex Piston poured herself a large glass before passing the bottle on to her friends. Taking a swallow of the burning liquor, she wondered how long she was going to be able to keep her promise to her pops. That asshole deserved to be put in his place and she was just the bitch to do it.
*
“I’m going to do it,” Bear said, setting his beer down on the counter.