Chapter 3
“Seriously Diesel, you need to just stop with the dating apps. Especially if Showalter recommends them.” Raso advised, grabbing a case of beer out of the fridge to pass around to her friends.
“Now come on lasses, it couldn’t have been that bad!” Lt. Joseph ‘Highlander’ MacLeod said as he reached around his wife to help her open her beer bottle that Raso had just handed her.
“Um, babe, Joker has better pick up lines then this asshole did.” Pratt advised her husband, taking her beer from him after he took swig of her drink.
“Ach, that bad?” Marcus ‘Pats’ MacLeod asked, walking into the house, with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, a spatula in one hand and his wife’s ass in the other as he placed a long-passionate kiss on her lips.
“Yep. Diesel simply asked him what his name was so she knew what she would be screaming later…” Raso started to explain when both men groaned.
“Seriously, ye stole that bullshite line, out of all of his other ones?” Highlander groaned, shaking his head at Diesel.
“What? It’s a good one. Usually works too.” Diesel defended herself, sticking her tongue out at Highlander.
“Yeah, if the asshole has at least one brain cell. This asshole has zero! A fucking politician has at least one damn brain cell…” Rameriez advised, taking a drink of her beer.
“Hell, Sampson has one damn brain cell in her body, this mother fucker told you to call him ‘Professor’ since his dick was going to be educating your twat in about five minutes. When you told him to go upstairs to his room and get ready, you’ll give him time to freshen up, he fucking ran!” Sgt. Brocard said loudly, standing up to make sure everyone heard.
“Girl, please that fool didn’t run, he left like the hounds of hell were chasing him. Didn’t even register she didn’t ask for the room number or shit. Mary Anne over there literally watched this fucker skip, run and then flop his fucking ass out of the bar, into the elevator and disappear.” York finished, laughing so hard she had tears coming down her eyes.
“I took her phone, deleted her account and that fucking app, all while telling Showalter if she ever did that shit again, I was cutting all her leathers and telling every fucking Dom she worked with that she was on restriction and not allowed to come for a solid fucking month.” Captain Kathrine Irby said as she walked into the room, her husband Larry following behind trying to hide his laughter.
“Wait, ye were there too?” Marcus asked in shock, looking at each of Alpha Squad for confirmation.
“Oh yeah. When we saw the dude’s profile. We showed the captain and she even showed up. Talk about a shitstorm! Dudeee!” Pratt prolonged the ‘e’ as she rolled her eyes.
“I fucking hate every single one of you.” Diesel griped as she grabbed another beer from the bar and took a long swig.
“Well, I’m sure I can help you out there hot stuff.” A male voice cracked from the doorway.
“Fuck me running! Who invited the damn cock roaches?” Diesel glared at Raso who just looked away, as if she didn’t just see who walked into the room.
“I did!” Marcus said, walking into the trap, not seeing the others slightly shake their heads.
“Shit, did she say the guy claimed his name was the professor?” Kermit asked, walking up to the group, having heard part of the conversation.
“Yeah, why?” Pratt answered hesitantly, staring at Kermit.
“Shit! Um, Viper you may want send Keller home.”
“What the fuck?” The man that the team had seen the night before yelled out as he walked into the room with Cowboy.
“Wait, you told these guys your name was Professor?” Viper asked, amusement in his voice.
The man in question stood five feet ten inches, bald head, shit-brown eyes, scrawny as hell, and looked to be in his early twenties. “What? It’s not a crime. I don’t have time for hearts and flowers and all that other bullshit women want to demand a man gives them. All I wanted to do was tear that ass up.”
“Never said I wanted hearts and flowers. We both know your ass ain’t no damn professor and I’ve yet to see a man who can tear this ass up. I’m usually bored with you little boys within a minute of you playing once you see the pussy.” Diesel fired back, daring the kid in front of everyone.
“Bitch, please, all the girls scream for a ride on this dick, he’s the professor.”
“Call her a bitch again!” Viper warned, growling at the kid who literally ignored him.
“Nah, it’s ok. See here’s the thing, you said the key word, ‘girls’. You boys always bitch, moan and groan about women and their vibrators. You ‘boys’ claim to have high sex drives and want a woman who has the same and love to tear a woman’s pussy up. Yet when you drop trou, you have an incher for a dick, if that much, and only manage to be a two-pump chump just like you were in high school, that convulses when you spew the dot of come you spit out while I’m still laying there wondering if you even put it in yet. Shit, I get a better orgasm just riding my damn Harley!” Diesel stared the kid down, daring him to step forward with the crowd surrounding them.
“Seriously, I can’t believe this dude claims he wants to be called the professor.” Rameriez shook her head, staring at the kid trying to hold back her laughter.
“Should we call Diesel Mary Anne now?” Pratt asked, leaning back into her husband.
“Great, so now we have Gilligan’s Island for entertainment now?” Sgt. Brocard asked, her eyes going back and forth between the two parties.
“Nah, that’s for when you go home and pull out the vibrator and scream Hammer’s name as you come.” Diesel fired back, without taking her eyes off the kid who glared at Diesel for calling him out.
“Bitch!” Sgt. Brocard mumbled.
“Love you too, sarge!” Diesel blew kisses at her sgt. deciding to ignore the kid.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a whore…”
The kid never got to finish his statement when Highlander, Marcus, Viper, Kermit, Cowboy, Jacko and Texas all grabbed ahold of the kid and dragged out of the back door into the backyard before the females could get move. Diesel stood up to follow before she was pulled back by her team.
“Let them handle it. From what Marcus told me, the kid was on his last chance. They were watching him for a bit, but he’s done now. Let them handle it.” Raso said softly, trying to get Diesel to back down.
“What was he doing here?” Diesel asked, glaring at the darkness where she knew the group of men were.
“Jacko had him with him, something is going on at the clubhouse and the kid was a part of it. Jacko was trying to get the kid to show his hand. Looks like he did, but with the wrong woman.”
“What does the wrong woman have to do with it?” Diesel asked in confusion at Raso’s comment.
“Girl, I know you’re not that damn dense. The only reason Viper and his boys are here is cuz our two lugnuts told him you’d be here. Viper has the hots for you!” Pratt laughed, shaking her head, trying to look out the door.
“Well, she could do worse. I’m surprised your husband’s team isn’t here, Laura.” Captain Irby said, pouring herself a glass of wine as before sitting on a bar stool.
“Wait, did Larry go out there too, captain?” Raso asked, realizing that Larry wasn’t in the room.
“Yep.”
“Oh shit! That kid won’t be getting an open casket for his damn funeral.” Rameriez murmured, going to the kitchen. “Should we start the food that way it’s at least halfway done by the time the guys finish burying the little shit?”
The women got up and started getting the food ready, putting the burgers on a plate to take out to the grill while the others got the sides started when the men walked back in, minus ‘the professor’ and Jacko.