48. Ellie
Chapter 48
Ellie
“Have you seen, Liam?” I ask Torrent. “I woke up and he was gone. He didn’t mention having to go anywhere today, but I can’t find him anywhere.”
I’m trying not to panic, I’ve yet to really talk to him and as each day passes, I know I have to. I just haven’t been able to drum up my courage just yet.
“He left early. Logan needed him to help him…dispose of something.”
“Does that mean it’s finally finished?”
“Yeah,” she says softly.
“Is Devil okay?” I ask, not wanting to pry, but I’ve always loved Devil. He’s like that annoying big brother that you love even when you want to choke him.
“I think he will be. He seemed better last night after he…you know.”
“I know,” I respond. First rule of old ladies everywhere, you never speak aloud the crimes your men might commit. There are ears everywhere. “I’m just about to go and get some lunch. Want to go with me?”
“Sure, I just put Cannon down for his nap. Shit. Logan has me calling him that now,” Torrent mutters, making me laugh.
“It’s a good road name,” I say with a giggle.
“It is, but never tell Logan I admitted to that.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I’m laughing as we enter the kitchen, but when we get there and Connie is there with another girl that I don’t know, the laugh dies. I don’t like that she approached Liam last night. I know Liam told me to forget it, but that’s not easy. You have to handle these things head on, or bitches like Connie think they have the green light to fuck your man. I don’t think Liam would jeopardize us like that, but I don’t like Connie thinking that’s okay.
I follow Torrent to the bar. We walk past Connie and the other girl and though Connie’s eyes bore into me, she doesn’t say anything. I sit down at the bar and grab a paper plate. There’s large platters full of lunch meat and condiments. There’s loaves of bread at the end of that. One great thing about club life is that there is always ready prepared food. It works great for me because I truly hate cooking.
The entire time Torrent and I are constructing our sandwiches, I feel Connie’s eyes on me. With each passing moment, it sparks my anger.
“ Jesus. ”
“What’s wrong?” Torrent asks, looking up at me in surprise.
“Some problem with the club candy. She hit on Liam last night and he shot her down. Now she’s staring me down. Liam asked me not to talk to her and to just let it go. He thinks that she’ll get the message when it becomes clearer that I’m here to stay.”
“Damn it. Men can be so clueless,” Torrent snorts.
“Right?”
“Is it Connie the Cunt? Girl, a house could fall on her and she still couldn’t find a damn clue. I thought we were rid of her once, but she came back after begging to Rory that she was homeless. Rory has a big heart and I’m pretty sure she was on an overdose of pregnancy hormones,” Torrent mutters.
I nearly choke on my sandwich. “Connie the Cunt? Now, that’s hilarious.”
“And true, don’t forget that part,” Torrent giggles with me. It is funny, but I wish Rory hadn’t let Connie come back.
“What are you two laughing at?” Connie calls out and we both stop laughing. It appears Connie is going to demand a showdown after all.
“Did anyone talk to you, Connie? It’s not your business to know or even care what I’m laughing about,” I tell her, dropping my sandwich back on my plate and crossing my arms at my waist. I didn’t like Connie much when I lived here before and now, I really don’t like her.
“You always did think you were hot stuff, Eleanor. But, you’re not. You’re shit. You got such a big head because you were one of the original old ladies. Well, times have changed since you’ve been gone. In case you haven’t realized it, there’s more women here now, and you’re no longer the queen around here.”
“I’m happy with the way things are, Connie. And any way you look at it, I will always mean more around here than you, so don’t you worry about my ego.”
“Bitch. Why do you think you mean more to the club than me? I’ve had almost every man here. They want anything I give them.”
“Jesus, Connie, you act like it’s a big thing to spread your legs for a man. Men are like pigs. They see a cheap puddle of mud they’ll rut in it all day, but it’s not because they give a fuck about the water,” Torrent says, giving me a wink and taking a bite of her sandwich.
“What are you talking about?” Connie demands.
“Stop trying to explain. Sarcasm goes straight over her head. Too much hair dye,” I tell Torrent, quickly growing bored with this conversation.
“Oh yeah, bitch? You think you’re so great, but you’ll be gone again soon and when you do, I’ll be there to make sure Fury is taken care of.”
“Now, you’re dreaming,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Liam can’t stand you. He’d never touch you, even if I wasn’t in the picture and trust me when I tell you, Connie, I’m not going anywhere. Liam is mine and that’s not about to change.”
“Keep believing that. Fury will come find me. I know how he likes it.”
“Whatever,” I mutter. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” I tell Torrent.
“Can’t say as I blame you. She’s forgotten her place.”
“My place? What the fuck do you know what my place is?”
“I know that talking to old ladies at all puts you in jeopardy but disrespecting us will get you kicked out,” Torrent warns.
“You can try. Won’t change the fact that I’ve had your man’s dick and Fury’s. That’s really what pisses you two off,” Connie snarls.
“Bitch please, you haven’t touched Logan’s cock, or if you have, it was before he met me. You’re just an annoying gnat.”
“Maybe I haven’t, but I sure as hell have had Fury’s.”
My heart freezes in my chest and I know the shock shows on my face, it caught me too unaware. I didn’t get time to disguise it.
“That surprises you, doesn’t it, Eleanor? I gave your man what you couldn’t when you left. So go ahead, play old lady until you grow bored. When you leave again, I’ll be here to pick up the pieces, just like last time.”
“Ellie—” Torrent says, putting her hand on mine.
“You get around Liam and I’ll kill you,” I tell her and right now, I don’t think I’m kidding.
“You can try, but I know I can handle your skinny ass,” Connie says and she spits in the air at my direction.
That’s what it takes to flip my switch. I probably should walk away, but the thought of Liam fucking this woman—not to mention lying to me about it—pushes me over the edge. I launch myself at her, grabbing some of her cheap, dyed hair and shoving her onto the floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Diesel growls. I hear him, but I don’t look at him, I’m too busy trying to yank enough hair out of Connie’s head to make the bitch bald. I’m wailing at her with my fists and my nails when Diesel wraps his arms around me, pulling me off of Connie.
“Let me go. I’m going to teach this bitch some respect,” I growl, kicking to get free.
Rebel pulls Connie away.
“Bitch!” Connie snarls.
“Whore!” I scream back.
“Scorp, track Fury down and tell him he needs to get back here and contain his woman.”
“Contain me? What about that piece of trash?” I bark, still trying to get free.
“I’ll deal with her,” Diesel says. “She’s out of here.”
“Why? She started this shit!” Connie screams.
“You spit on her. Number one rule for all the girls here is that you don’t disrespect old ladies. You know that shit Connie, and you still try to push it. Now, I’m done,” Diesel growls. “I should have never let your ass back in here after I kicked you out the first time. You managed to beg to Rory and she allowed you to come back. I still haven’t figured out how you managed that shit.”
I calm down, somewhat then. What he says makes me feel marginally better. “You can let me go. I’ll behave now,” I tell Diesel and he lets me go.
That was his mistake.
The second he lets me go, I go after her again and this time my fist connects with her face. It hurts like hell, but the satisfaction is well worth it, even when she hits me back, and manages to cut my cheek with her fake ass diamond. I yank a big gob of her hair out and it’s still in my hand when Diesel drags me away again.
Still worth it.