Chapter Seventeen.
Myka
“Bitches get stitches,” Nova crowed hours later, climbing onto a bench and pointing. I was confused but looked across and saw several women entering.
“Who are they?” I asked Ali-kat and Silvie.
They were the ones I was sitting nearest to.
It had been a great afternoon. Around four o’clock, the grills had been put into action, and we’d filled our bellies.
Now it was nine, the kids were in bed, and we were outside chatting.
I’d wanted to go back inside with Jayes, but Falcon had given me a baby monitor, which had video and sound.
He assured me Diego and Rodrigo were guarding the top of the stairs to protect the children.
Liam, Mark, and Chris were serving behind the bar, and everyone was having a great time. Now these women had appeared. I was curious, as they were dressed up to the nines. Before Ali-kat and Silvie could answer, a piercing whistle cut through the air.
“Listen up, bitches! This is your only warning. Some of these men wear rings. Touch them and be prepared for a fuckin’ ass beating until you’re knocked unconscious. If a man says he’s taken, walk the fuck away or pay the price,” Artemis warned.
“Can’t take my wife anywhere,” Ace complained and laughed.
Artemis tossed him a wink and sat back down. The noise level rose, and I turned to Ali-Kat, Mina and Silvie expectantly.
“Most MCs have club whores. Rage did until they realised they were going to lose us,” Silvie began.
“Huh?” Club whores?
“They’re exactly that. They fuck any man in the club, brother, or prospect for a roof over their head, free food and drink, and pocket money. Ninety-nine per cent of MCs have them. Rage kicked ours to the curb when they caused more trouble than they were worth. One nearly killed me,” Silvie hissed.
“What?” I gasped, staring at the women now mixing amongst the men.
“Yeah, a story for another time,” Silvie patted my leg.
“With this chapter already having old ladies, the brothers didn’t want club whores, but it wasn’t fair on the single guys. So, they agreed barflies could join them on certain nights,” Ali-kat shared.
“Bar flies?” This was a completely unfamiliar language to me.
“Yeah, women who want to either brag they bagged a biker, are hoping to become an old lady, or wanna trap one with pregnancy. Some come for a good time, although most have ulterior motives,” Silvie explained.
“Nobody blames the single brothers for getting laid, but no barfly is permitted to stay overnight, simply due to the kids in the clubhouse. They don’t need to get used to a parade of women.
If a brother wants to pull an all-nighter, they rent a hotel room or head back to the woman’s place,” Mina added.
My eyes fell on Falcon. Had he ever done that? I didn’t expect him to be a virgin, but would he want to carry on with barflies if he felt like it?
“Falcon’s like Ace and Apache. Once they fall, they’re in deep,” Ali-kat said. A flash of pain crossed Silvie’s face, and again I sensed a story there.
“Yeah. Falcon won’t even glance at them; watch.
” Silvie suddenly smirked as a woman approached Falcon.
He paid her no attention as she ran her hand down his bicep before he shrugged her off.
She pouted and pressed in close, pushing her large tits into his arm.
Falcon sent her an irritated glare, shook his head and spoke to her before turning away.
Damn if she didn’t persist. This time she cupped his ass and slid her arm around his front. Falcon stiffened and slowly turned his head. The bitch blanched and stepped back.
“No means no. The same if a fuckin’ woman says no!” Falcon roared.
She backed off quickly and got lost in the crowd.
With all eyes on him, he stomped over to me and claimed my mouth in a kiss. “I’m hers. Get it?” he snarled when we finished.
He licked his lips and then hauled me up out of my chair and kissed me stupid. “Christ, if you were healed, I’d be dragging you upstairs,” Falcon muttered. “Now I’ve got to go do something about this.” He swept his arm down to his crotch, and I saw his cock pressing against his jeans.
“Falcon!” Artemis snapped from behind.
Falcon closed his eyes and sighed, dropping his chin. “That’ll do it.”
I bit back a laugh as his hard-on deflated.
“Mother,” Falcon replied in a long-suffering tone.
“Just giving you a hand getting your hormones under control,” Artemis said sweetly. Falcon shook his head and made a whiny noise.
“Dad!” he bellowed as everybody around laughed.
“On her!” Ace yelled in return, and Artemis squealed as she was slung over Ace’s shoulder.
“Be back in half an hour!” Artemis screeched and stuck her thumbs up at us. “Monkey sex!”
Everyone groaned, and Falcon rubbed his eyes as if he could bleach the entire scene from them.
“Holy crap. Why me?” Falcon complained.
Laughter was his only answer.
I was wheeling my way through the crowded rec room when a woman nearly fell over me.
“Oh my God, Courtney, are you okay?” another demanded.
“No. This damn imbecile tried tripping me, Brittney,” Courtney snapped.
Really? Courtney and Brittney? How cliché.
“How can you miss a wheelchair?” I replied as both of them glowered at me.
“What are you even doing here?” Courtney sneered. “This isn’t the place for you. You don’t belong here.”
Courtney’s words struck deep and voiced the fear that I’d always felt. I bit my lip and pushed my insecurities down.
“Yes, I do,” I hissed. Several men who stood nearby turned to watch the commotion.
“What are you? The pity fuck?” one taunted, and those around me laughed. My cheeks began flaming, and I swallowed hard.
“I live here,” I whispered.
“Wow, now you’re resorting to lies?” Brittney demanded. “There’s no way they’d have somebody like you living here.”
“Someone like me. What does that mean?” I asked.
“Girl, you need a drastic makeover. Look at you, serious mommy vibes going on. What are you doing here?” One of the guys said, and my blush deepened.
“For your information, I’m with Falcon!” I stated, trying to regain my dignity.
“The hot VP? Damn, girl, that’s a rich imagination you’ve got.” Brittany giggled loudly. “Did you hear that? Mommy here says she’s with the sexy VP.”
More people turned around and laughed. I glanced about, searching for a member of the club, but couldn’t see anyone.
“I am,” I insisted, “and he won’t like you talking to me this way.”
Courtney tittered. “Take the trash out. She’s delusional.” Someone grabbed the wheelchair handles and began pushing me away.
“Dump her outside the clubhouse,” Brittney ordered.
“Hey, stop!” I cried, and another woman turned around.
“Myka!” she exclaimed and shoved forward. I recognised her from Moon Showers. She was the owner, Natalie.
“These people are trying to throw me out!” I explained, panicked, as Natalie rushed over. I was near tears and battling not to let them spill.
“What are you doing?” Natalie demanded. “Myka’s with the club.”
Courtney’s eyes narrowed on me. She looked me over from top to toe. “Myka’s an unusual name. Only one person is called that in town, and she’s Beauregard scum. You’re her?”
Loud chuckles rang out as I hung my head. Natalie was pushed aside and fell with a cry, and even more laughter rang out.
“Throw them both out. Trash, the pair of them. Don’t think we’re unaware of what happened to Jess.
You sabotaged her, you slut!” Courtney snapped, slapping Natalie across the face.
One of the men grabbed the wheelchair and shoved hard, but it tipped, and I fell to the floor.
A cry of pain escaped me as my head hit the floor.
Courtney moved forward and stamped on my good hand, making me whimper in pain again. Natalie and I glanced at each other as she tried getting up, whilst a man forced her back down.
“You can blow me while you’re down there,” he chortled.
“What the fuck’s happening?” an icy voice demanded. I looked up, seeing a tall guy shoving his way through. He took in the scene before staring at me.
“This bitch is trying to claim she’s with the VP. She’s trash. A Beauregard’s whore doesn’t belong here. We’re taking the rubbish out.” Courtney smirked.
Inglorious turned to Razor. “Lock this clubhouse down now. Get Calamity and Falcon.”
“Oh, you’re gonna die.” Brittany laughed.
The guy holding Natalie chuckled and dragged her to her knees by her hair. Natalie cried out in pain.
“This one is with her, wants to run her mouth, so we thought we’d give her something to fill it with. She’s giving blowjobs as compensation,” he stated with a cruel smirk.
Appearing from nowhere, Fragment’s fist smashed him in the face and knocked him back. The room fell silent. The music cut off as Fragment roared.
Inglorious couched next to me and shoved Courtney violently back.
“Okay?” Fragment asked, holding a hand out to Natalie.
She curled up away from him, sobbing. Fragment made a guttural noise as Calamity and Falcon forced their way through the crowd.
“What the fuck?” Falcon exclaimed on seeing me. He appeared shocked and didn’t move for a few seconds, which gave Brittney a chance to explain. His eyes took in Courtney, me cradling my injured hand, and he scowled.
“She’s Beauregard scum,” Brittney said.
“Who stamped on her hand?” Falcon ground out.
“That one,” Inglorious pointed at Courtney, and Falcon moved quickly and shoved Courtney back hard, knocking her down.
Brittney didn’t stop her mouth in time, and the words flowed out of her.
“We’re going to teach her a lesson. Take the trash out!
People like her don’t belong with decent folk.
Myka can return to the gutter she came from.
Damn cheek of her contaminating our air.
And that cunt, she set Jess up, and now the town won’t shop at Jess’s because of her bull.
Natalie has to pay for her lies and slander. ”