Seven
Cherry
I’m going to look for that asshole. I’m not going to continue to wait for him, and watch him fuck around, maybe not the club whores but other bitches, not when I know that he’s mine. He’s locked his damn door, so I can’t get into his room.
Motherfucker will know who owns that cock.
I pull out my cell phone to look at the time; it’s almost midnight. I know that most of them are fucking drunk, and I’m going to grab my man.
I pull on my sexy red skirt, a black tank top that hugs every curve, and black five inches fuck me heels. Yeah, I’m not a little girl anymore, and I know damn well how to drive my man crazy.
I walk out of my room, making sure that my Mama is asleep. I walk out of the apartment and into the hallway. I text Candy, praying that she’s home.
Candy has been spending the weekends with Poison at the Wicked Warriors MC clubhouse. I miss her, but I know that she’s having fun and is on a mission to snarl Taz, the Wicked Warriors MC VP.
He's a hot biker, but he’s old, a few years older than Candy. I hope that she doesn’t get her heart broken.
Candy ~ I’m over here with Poison.
Cherry ~ Okay, when are you coming home?
Candy ~ Sunday.
Cherry ~ Okay, miss you.
Candy ~ Miss you more.
I smile, and I walk down the stairs to the second floor, down to the first floor. I can see the main clubhouse is full tonight. I need to find his happy ass because he’s mine.
“Cherry, what are you doing here,” Fiend says, walking towards me with a beer.
“I’m looking for Romeo,” I say, raising my eyebrow.
“He’s busy, so get gone,” Fiend says, shaking his head.
“Not happening,” I huff, walking down the room and looking for Kevin.
Yeah, he’s Kevin to me, my Kevin. That stupid road name needs to go. I look at my own brothers messing around with the hang-around and the bikers with the club whores. I don’t see Kevin. I bite my lip, walking down against the wall, looking at the crazy going on.
I know that they get wild, and it’s full of sex but fuck!
This is like a fucking orgy.
I stop to stare at the bitch, the club whore Dixie that I hate. She’s getting it from two of the bikers who are visiting from our other Charter in Merced.
Fucking bitch!
I can’t wait for her to get gone. I’m going to have to do what I can to get her out of here.
I fist my hands tight, my long nails biting into my palms. I walk down the room, but I can’t find him. I turn around and walk towards the bar.
I’m getting me some beer, fuck this. I’m not leaving until I find that damn motherfucker. I gather my hair because it’s getting fucking hot in here; pulling my scrunchie, I put my hair into a messy bun.
I walk up to the bar, and I lean against the bar, waiting for the Prospect Ape to bring me a beer. He’s fucking busy, but he walks over to hand me a beer.
I take a long pull, closing my eyes.
Fuck!
I needed this because I’m so fucking tense, pissed off.