“They are going to call us back in a few minutes. They are going to open the meeting to the public. I wish you would have taken my advice and waited for your hearing.”
Her lawyer didn’t sound very happy with her decision. Winter could understand her apprehension, looking around the hallway at the public ready to fill the meeting room. All the women of The Last Rider’s were present. That morning as she was leaving she found everyone waiting for her in the kitchen, including Viper who had disappeared while she was in the shower.
All the women dressed in their regular clothes brought Winter to a standstill. They had informed her that they were going with her to the meeting. Of course afterward they planned on dragging her to the local tattoo shop for her long overdue tat.
Viper had told her, the day after the deputy’s attack, that all eight original members had given her their vote for trying to save Lily’s life. Winter had managed to avoid the tattoo until now. The women were determined that it was time that she made it official, she was a Last Rider. Winter gave in with a smile knowing they were right.
Ms. Richards, on the other hand, was not as moved as she was by their show of support, asking snidely if she wanted her job. Winter had remained quiet, sucking up the haughty woman’s comment. When Viper would have let the woman have it, Winter merely shook her head pleadingly, just wanting to get the ordeal over.
The doors to the school board meeting opened, giving the public entrance to the rest of the meeting. As they were about to go through the door, the outside door opened and the biker bitches came through the door. Winter’s face paled at their appearance. They were wearing their tight blue jeans and leather jackets with biker boot heels. Winter seriously wanted to melt in a puddle. Beth, seeing them come through the doorway, hurried forward hoping to prevent them from coming into the meeting.
“Sex Piston, did you need something?” Beth asked quickly, hoping to get them out of the building before they were seen.
“Nope, when you texted me this morning saying you couldn’t keep your hair appointment and why, we decided to come too. If it was important enough for The Last Riders women to be here, then we needed to be here. The bitch needs all the support she can get.” Sex Piston nodded her head at Winter.
“It’s all right, the room is already almost full. I don’t want you to go through the bother. Why don’t we meet in the diner in an hour?” Winter came forward, also trying to divert them.
“Girl, there’s nothing more important than standing up for another bitch,” Crazy Bitch butted in, her breasts barely squeezed into her tight t-shirt.
T.A., Killyama, and another one that they introduced as Fat Louise ignored her, moving on towards the meeting room. Ms. Richards, striding out of the meeting room, came to a full stop when she saw who Winter was talking too.
“What are you doing here?” She asked sternly.
Winter didn’t understand her question until she realized she was talking to Sex Piston.
“Giving our bitch moral support. Why you here, Diamond?” Sex Piston answered
“I have told you not to call me that,” she hissed.
“It’s your fucking name bitch,” Sex Piston hissed back.
Her haughty lawyer lost her cool. “Don’t talk like trash.”
“I’m gonna tell mom you called me trash,” Sex Piston told her.
“You do and if she calls me, I’ll smack you silly,” Ms. Richards warned.
Winter’s mouth dropped open when it dawned on her they were sisters and Sex Piston was obviously the younger of the two. The resemblance was there. Both had the same shade of red hair and hazel eyes. Sex Piston was thinner than her sister who was heavier, but just as curvy.
Ms. Richards inhaled sharply before she gathered her professional persona around her like a cloak.
“If you lose this case, it won’t be my fault. You cannot flaunt your lifestyle and expect to keep a job in this community,” she told Winter. “I can’t perform miracles. If you really want to support her, go home Sex Piston and take your whore friends with you.” She started to leave, but turned back to Sex Piston for her final insult.
“If mom calls me, I’ll tell her to fuck off, so it’s up to you if you want to start another fight between us.” She concluded the conversation without a word of goodbye to her sister.
Sex Piston stood there and Winter could see that her sister’s words had hurt.
Winter stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.