His face pales as I walk toward him. “You hit like a girl.”
We’re nose to nose now, and I can see all the guys ready to try to stop me if I go off like a firework, it seems my temper precedes me. “Fuck you, fuck your slut of a daughter, and fuck this job! I’m out!”
I let that sink in for a couple of seconds before storming out of the room to collect my things.
“You’ll never work again! I’ll make sure of that, Kingsley.”
I grit my teeth at the use of my last name and walk back toward him. “And how you gonna do that? I’m the best at what I do, good luck replacing me.”
He glares at me and I give a salute and jump on my bike before I blow my top. I needed that job, loved it in fact. Working on cars and bikes calms me, makes me feel like I’m actually worth something. Plus I’m good at it, so good that I’m sought after for bike customizations. But no way in hell am I sticking around.
I slam open the clubhouse door ready to shoot the shit with the guys and heads turn to greet me.
Smokey walks over to me, a frown marring his face. “Who happened to you?”
He’s looking at my jaw and I guess my boss hit me harder than I thought. “Broad at work threw herself at me, and when I wouldn’t give her none she called rape. Her pop just happens to be my fuckin’ boss.”
He straightens up and Grim comes over and sneers, “You need us to go teach someone a lesson?” He has an evil glint in his eyes.
I wave him off. “Nah, he ain’t worth it.”
I motion to the prospect behind the bar for a drink, and tell him to keep them coming. I shoot back the first and second ones, feeling the burn down my throat has me relaxing slightly.
“What’s goin’ on around here? Where is everyone?”
Smokey shrugs. “Hell if I know.”
I lean back against the bar and look around the near empty room, apart from Smokey, Grim and myself, there’s only the prospect behind the bar and YamYam sitting with his feet up, chewing on a toothpick.
There’s a roar of engines moving toward us and I raise my brow in question to Smokey. He shrugs again.
“For real? You’re the fuckin’ road captain and you don’t know where everybody’s been?”
He holds up his hands. “Beats me, I never got told nothin’.”
Pres walks into the common area. “What the fuck’s that?” He looks around. “Where is everyone?”
“You didn’t know either?” I ask, puzzled.
He stares me down. “I wouldn’t be askin’ if I knew.”
I smirk. “Looks like you need to find out then, Pres.” I knock back the rest of my glass and motion for another.
He ignores me and watches as all the brothers file in, laughing and high-fiving. “Someone wanna explain why we seem to be the only ones not in the know?” His voice booms out over everyone, and they all stop what they’re doing.
“Couldn’t find ya’ll,” a voice says from the back.
I see that it’s Taz making his way through the crowd toward his brother, a shit eating grin on his face.
“What the fuck, Taz. You said Pres and Smokey knew about this!” Jojo shouts, and all the other brothers nod in agreement, tempers starting to flare up.
He just stands there and shrugs, looking each of us over. “I’m the VP, don’t need permission to go out on a ride with my brothers,” he states.
He’s acting different today, an underlying bout of confidence just brimming on the surface. He’s not as twitchy as he’s been lately either, but he’s still hiding something, and he sure as shit knows that the road captain and Pres need to be on all rides unless they’re on club business. I can tell he’s trying to get a bite out of Pres and by the look on Pres’ face, he’s gonna get one.
Pres squares up to him. “And watch me fuckin’ rip your VP patch from your chest, you disrespectful motherfucker!”
And he does, he literally rips it from his chest and throws it at me. “You want VP? Have it, show me something I haven’t already seen.”
Everyone hollers and whoops and it adds to Taz’s rage. His face turns the color of beets and he eyes both me and Pres up, wondering who to direct his rage at first. I steel myself as they land on me and I wait, challenging him with the look in my eyes.
Please give me a reason to-
He flies at me, knocking me off the stool I’m sitting on onto the floor, raining punches down at me. The whole room breaks out into shouts and growls as they watch us beat on each other. Taz is a big guy, but he still doesn’t rival me. I’ve been trained by my pop from a young age to protect myself by any means necessary.
I grab his head and push my thumbs into his eyes, he growls and gets a kidney punch in, making me let go. And that’s when my pop and Jojo intervene.
“Enough!” My pop hollers over the raucous excitement of all the brothers. “You’re fighting like a bunch of fuckin’ teenagers! We’re all supposed to be brothers.”
I laugh and wipe at my bloodied lip. “Brothers? He will never be my brother. I have what I want from him, he’s dead to me. Always has been and always will be. Useless fuck!”