Chaos Chapter 1 #3
“Look what we have here. Bikers, and it looks like they have a tasty little thing with them. Hey guys, when you’re done with her, why don’t you give her to us? She can ride our dicks, too,” he said, chuckling. His two buddies laughed and elbowed each other.
Fury exploded inside me. I heard Mishap’s growl, and our other brothers hissed out angry breaths. But none of us said anything. It was Bianca. She stepped away from Mishap and into the light.
“Why don’t you take your pathetic, limp dicks home where they’ll do the only job they can?
Lie there useless and tiny, you micro-dick assholes.
No wonder you can’t get a woman. Tell me why I would fuck you if I were with any of these guys?
Anyone with eyes can see you wouldn’t measure up at all,” Bianca said with a sneer.
“She’s my goddamn cousin. Where I come from, we don’t screw our cousins. Your family tree must be a straight pole with no branches,” Mishap tossed out.
“Are your dicks even big enough to take a piss with?” Eagle asked.
“They probably need tweezers to find them on a good day. And based on the look of them, they help each other to find them,” Forge wisecracked.
We found Bianca in a serious situation, but having a pissing contest with these three morons lightened the stress. Beating their asses into the ground would be a bigger relief.
“Fuck you! You don’t know anything about our dicks. You must be the pathetic ones if it takes four of you to do her. Bet it’s all at once so she can even tell you’re there,” the middle one said. He grinned at his friends as if he’d said the funniest thing ever.
Before any of us could respond, the youngest-looking guy out of the trio jumped into the mix.
“I bet she’s one of those whores they have.”
“I’m no damn whore. You must be thinking of your mother,” Mishap’s cousin fired back without missing a beat.
I watched their faces darken, even in the faint light. Their facial expressions twisted into ugly sneers. The two oldest ones stepped forward. We spread out, forming a wall between them and Bianca. Mishap remained next to her.
“I’d think before you say or do one more thing,” I warned them.
Maybe there were some active cells in those alcohol-soaked brains.
Or pure animal instinct told them they were facing animals that would chew them up and spit them out without breaking a sweat.
In the law of the jungle and the streets, we were at the top of the food chain.
Whatever the reason, the three guys exchanged glances, then turned and stumbled off in the opposite direction.
We heard them muttering, but not what they said.
Once they were out of sight, Mishap spoke to his cousin.
“You always gotta say something even to the biggest fucker in the room,” he muttered.
“You know me better than to think I’d stand here and let you fight my battles or keep my mouth shut. I might get my ass beat, but I’ll go down swinging,” Bianca answered.
“Well, come on, Spartacus. Let’s get you out of here before you take on the entire bar.” Eagle snickered.
“You’re just scared I’ll show you up,” she muttered.
Mishap took a thick hoodie out of his saddlebag and helped her put it on. Then, he got on his bike and held out his hand for her to take. When she tried to swing behind him, Bianca swayed. She had rallied when those guys were here but now seemed to be getting worse.
“Can you hold on and not fall off? The sissy bar will help, but if you pitch sideways, Mishap might not be able to save you and keep control of the bike,” I warned.
She stood there for a moment, considering. Forge came to the rescue.
“Here, take this and we’ll secure you to the sissy bar. It’s not far to get to the compound, and that’s the best place to go since Stitch is there.”
I stood there watching Forge help her on behind her cousin, and then he wrapped the leather belt that he removed around her and Mishap. He cinched it enough to hold her snugly against her cousin so she would lean with him.
“Remember, if you feel sick or need me to stop for any reason, tap me on the shoulder three times. Don’t puke on me, B,” Mishap reminded her.
Eagle and I had gotten on our bikes while Forge worked with her, and it only took him mere moments to swing onto his bike.
We started all four and eased out of the grass, through the parking lot, and then onto the deserted main road.
We kept to the speed limit through town.
Outside the limits, it picked up, but we kept it sane.
We had Mishap take the lead position. Behind came me, then Forge and Eagle, riding side-by-side behind me.
The cool air whipped around me. My leather jacket was enough to keep me adequately warm.
I wondered if the hoodie Bianca wore, combined with her other clothing, was enough to keep her toasty.
As the miles dropped away, I kept picturing Mishap’s cousin and wondered why I’d never heard him say anything about her. Eagle had. The flash of jealousy I felt at that news, I shoved away.