Chapter 15
Fifteen
HALLE
“ L et me go check on the kids really quick before we get into plans for our girls’ night,” I tell Piper, heading back toward their room.
“Oh, they aren’t in their room. They are with Comp,” Piper says, changing directions and heading down the hall to Comp’s office. I raise my eyebrows high on my forehead but know she can’t see me since I’m behind her. Comp doesn’t like to socialize. With his scar, he likes to stay hidden. I just hope the kids aren’t bothering him.
“Why are they with Comp?” I ask Piper, curiosity getting the best of me. She shrugs her shoulder before stopping and opening Comp’s office door.
“Mother Trucker. What the hell was that for?” I hear Rae yell, and I burst into the room, pushing Piper aside, ready to spill blood for my babies.
“What’s going on?” I ask when I step inside. The sight before me has me trying to hold in my laughter.
Comp is sitting on the bed screaming, “Shoot him! Shoot him!” while pointing at the computer screen Rae is sitting in front of. She’s clicking away at the keyboard, and Rome is beside Comp, screaming, “You missed that one! Kill him!”
“Uh, hi, helloooo! What’s going on in here?” I ask again as I hear Piper’s snort of laughter behind me.
“They found my gaming set-up… he’s coming back! Get him!” Comp yells, and Rae does just that. She kills whoever her target is before jumping up and throwing her hands in the air, wrapping them around Comp, who looks utterly shocked at the show of affection.
“Thank you, Uncle Comp, for teaching me how to play.” It takes him a minute, but he smiles and wraps his huge arms around her small frame.
“Anytime, Princess,” he tells her, the scar on his face pulling his lip tight when he smiles.
“Alright, kids, I think it’s time to give Uncle Comp a break. Let’s go see what other trouble we can get into,” I tell them.
“Awwww…. But it was my turn to play,” Rome says, looking down sadly.
“They can stay with me if they want. I don’t mind,” Comp says as the kids look at me with excitement and hope in their eyes. I roll mine and sigh.
“Fine, but don’t break anything, and make sure you two don’t go wandering around. Comp, call Loki or me if or when you need us,” I tell them, and they all three immediately go back to the computer game, ignoring every last thing I just said.
I chuckle before turning to Piper and telling her, “Looks like I’m all yours.”
“Come on, girl. Izzy was in the kitchen with the babies last time I saw her,” she says, pulling me down the hall. I swear Bronx and Jett have to be the best babies ever. They are only a few months old, but they love to be close to each other. They even hold tiny hands when they are laid in a crib together. So cute. We walk into the kitchen, and Izzy is rocking both babies.
“Hey, love! I’ve got Halle here, so now we can plan our girls’ night,” Piper says, and Izzy throws her hands up as best she can while holding two babies.
“Hell yes! So where are we going, ladies? We are kid-free and ready to get wild!” Izzy tells us. I laugh and love her crazy.
“Honestly, I’ve never had a girls’ night. I have no clue what we should do,” Piper says, chewing her lip.
“I’ve never had one either,” Izzy says sadly. They both turn to me. Even if Izzy’s sight isn’t fully back, I know I’m still a shadow and shape to her.
“The only girls' night I’ve ever had was with my sister.” Which reminds me I need to call and check in with her. I haven’t talked to her in a few weeks, but that’s not entirely uncommon for us. With her work taking her all over, I know she’ll resurface and head my way when she has a moment to breathe.
“What did you two do?” Izzy asks.
“Actually, all we did was go out to eat and then maybe get a drink at the bar.” I’m trying to come up with a fun night for all of us. We deserve it, and we all need to get out of here for a while, go out, have some fun, and dance.
“Oh, I know what we could do!” I say excitedly as my wheels start turning, thinking of a master plan.
“Not sure how I feel about that evil gleam in your eyes,” Piper says nervously.
“Ohhhh… she always has her best ideas when she gets that look,” Izzy says.
“I say, we tell the men we are only going out to eat and to do some shopping. Then what we really do is… wait, hold that thought,” I say, stopping and then leaning out the kitchen door, looking both ways to make sure no one is listening in. When I don’t see anyone lurking, I walk back to the girls.
“We should hit up Devils Crossroads!” I tell them both as a smile breaks across my face.
“Uh well… won’t the men kind of freak out about that?” Izzy asks, wringing her hands and looking nervous. I look at Piper, who’s smiling just as wide as I am.
“That’s the fun part,” Piper says, and we both start laughing.
“Alright, the men have the kids tonight, so we will head out at seven. We will tell them we are going out to eat and to do some shopping, but instead of shopping, we are going to see how the business is doing,” I tell them both.
“I’ve been wanting to see that place since it opened, and I got a sneak peek at one of the club parties,” Piper says with her smile still in place. Now she’s the one rubbing her hands together, but definitely not out of nervousness. I love these girls. We must have been related in a previous life or some shit like that.
“At least y’all will actually get to see what the fuss is all about,” Izzy says, pouting.
“Oh, don’t worry, girly. We will get you up close and personal so that you will be able to see not only everything but also smell, lick, and touch it if you wish. No, wait, I take that back. I don’t want your man to hate me, or maybe I do,” I tell her, laughing, and she smiles wide.
“Annddd… It’s ladies' night tonight.” Piper tells us, bouncing on her toes the way Rae does.
“It’s a bar with a bunch of half-naked bikers dancing on the bar… isn’t every night ladies’ night?” I ask her.
“Good point, but at least the drinks will be half off,” she says.
“Very true. Okay, I will go find Loki and see if I can sneak into my outfit. I’ll be wearing my leather skirt and my favorite Queen crop top. I think I’ll pair them with my biker boots,” I tell them, visualizing my wardrobe.
“Ohh… That’s hot as hell, bitch! I’m jealous. How are you going to get past Loki with that on?” Izzy asks.
“It’s not the first time I’ve snuck out. I used to do it to my sister all the time on the rare occasions when she got into mama bear mode. I’ll just wear a flowy top and some jeans over it. I can fold the leather skirt like a belt until we leave,” I tell them with a shrug, since it’s not a big deal. “Plus, I’ll bring a bag if you ladies want to shove some clothes in there to change into at the restaurant,” I tell them with a gleam in my eyes. They both look at me excitedly.
“Oh, yes, please. Although I don’t know if I have any clothes meant for a night out,” Piper says.
“You both are about my size, give or take on the tits and ass area. Want me to bring you guys something?” I ask, already loving the idea of dressing them up.
“Could you? I don’t have anything sexy either,” Izzy tells me, finally losing the nervousness as she thinks about the dressing-up options.
“Damn right, girly. All you two need to do is bring the shoes,” I tell them both, and we laugh as we head out of the kitchen and back the way we came. I see Loki, Hitter, and Swift all hanging at the bar, talking quietly as we walk up to them.
“Hey, fellas, what are you all scheming about over here in the corner? If you guys are up to no good, you better not leave me out,” I state, walking between Loki’s spread legs. Piper does the same with her man while Izzy is still in the kitchen with the babies.
“Nothing, really. We need to make a quick run in a little bit before you women head for girls’ night,” Loki tells me.
“Sounds good. Comp has the kids preoccupied at the moment, but could you grab them when you get back?” I ask him.
“Anything for you, my pet. We will think of something fun to do while y’all are out,” he says, kissing me hard.
“Shit, they’re starting again. Come on, Loki, take a breather before you get too caught up. We fucking need to head out,” Swift says, breaking our moment.
“You’re right, brother. Let’s roll,” Loki says, kissing me again before they walk out of the clubhouse.
“How about we get the kids and head to my place? We can get ready there,” Piper offers.
“Perfect. Let me grab some outfits and my big purse,” I say, heading down the hall to my room.
As I pass Comp’s office, I peek inside and see them all still captured by whatever game they are playing. I let Comp know where I’ll be if he needs me, but he waves me off.
Shaking my head and smiling, I continue to my room to grab my things, ready to get this party started with my bitches.
The men got back at almost the exact moment we were ready to leave. A bit distracted for some reason, our men gave us each a quick kiss before making sure they knew our plans for the night… well, what they think are our plans.
We go to the restaurant, but with all the excitement of seeing the club’s new bar and what show we would see, it’s hard to eat. Finally, we make our way into Devils Crossroads, and all we can hear is the music pumping and loud yelling coming from inside. Damn, sounds like some bitches are already turning savage in there. I need to keep my head on a swivel tonight and keep a close eye on my sisters.
“Should we be doing this behind our men’s back?” Izzy asks nervously again.
Piper and I just look at each other before replying in unison. “Hell yes!”
“We always get to hear ‘This is club business’ and get left in the dark. I know it’s for our own protection, but damn, sometimes that stings,” Piper speaks up, getting irritated. No way do I want her to lose her shit and have our night steered in a negative direction; time to stir the shit in the lady pot.
“It really fucking does. Maybe it’s time we set some rules for them and have our own Ol’ Ladies' business,” I say, smiling wickedly as my wheels turn with ideas. Our men will never know what hit them. Our minds must be on the same track because we all burst out laughing and head into the club.
Crisis adverted. Now it's time for us girls to let loose, get our dance and drink on, then head home and get some good dick from our men. Fuck yeah, Loki is in for it tonight, and I know for a fact he won’t be complaining.
The place is packed and crazy. Women are screaming and raising money in the air; nothing but bitches in heat. Guess we haven’t missed the show since the prospects are still serving drinks behind the bar. Feeling protective, I pull the girls behind me as I walk through the crazy crowd.
We get to the bar and order a couple shots from one of the prospects. He casually glances at us in acknowledgment, like he would any other group of women on a busy night. As he turns to grab the tequila bottle, you can see the lightbulb turn on above his head as it hits him who we are. Dumbfounded, he slowly turns back to us with wide eyes, frozen in place. Well, I think that went well. I smile, put my finger to my lips in a hushing motion, and grab the bottle from his hand to pour our own shots before turning back to Piper and Izzy.
“To a night of sneaking out and getting… crazy… or should I say crazier,” I say, laughing evilly.
“We’re in trouble, aren’t we?” Izzy asks Piper in a mock whisper.
“I do believe so, sis,” Piper says before grabbing the shot glass, tapping the bar top, clinking her glass with mine, then downing the alcohol without flinching. Yeah, that’s my bitch right there; didn’t even ask for a chaser like some of these pussy bitches out here. If I was into chicks, I would be in love; good thing I love dick too much.
The lights dim in the room, and multicolored lights flicker across the bar. Time to get down and dirty.
“Whoohoo!!! Give us a show!” I holler, raising my hands in the air.
As one, all the prospects milling around slam their hands on the bar top, then jump up onto it in perfect unison. They are all in matching black leather chaps and G-strings. They also wear buttoned-up leather cuts that closely resemble the Reckless Omens cut. Except, when they turn around, the word “Prospect” is stamped in huge block letters instead of the patch in the middle of their back.
They dance like something straight out of Magic Mike, and the women swarming the bar go crazy. The prospects must have practiced this routine about a million times and can do it in their sleep because they are moving perfectly as one. We’ve got a great view of all those nice asses as they turn and spin. Then, again as one, they tear the cuts off, throw them behind the bar, and grind, showing off their chiseled abs.
Damn, they are all shiny and shit; did they buy out all the bottles of baby oil in the stores, or are the lights and tequila getting to me already?
With the new act the Prospects just displayed, our little group is shoved and jostled closer to the bar. Talk about girls gone wild; these bitches are acting crazier than even I usually am, and that’s saying something. I grab Piper and Izzy’s hands to keep us close together. I turn just in time to see some cunt-tastic bitch shove Izzy from behind, right into the bar.
“Get out of the way, bitch. You aren’t even watching the show,” the bitch screeches in Izzy’s face.
Oh, fuck no, she didn’t. Looks like it’s time to come out and play.
“Bitch! You don’t put your fucking hands on my girl!” I say, shoving the chick back so hard the force has her stumbling before righting herself. I keep a close eye on her, but the friend she is standing with raises her hand from my other side. Does this bitch think she’s going to slap me? I might be crazy, but this twat is straight-up suicidal. Piper reaches out quick like a viper and catches her hand.
“I would think twice about that, bimbo barbie,” Piper tells her as I bust out laughing. I can’t help it. This night is turning out to be the best decision ever. Food, drinks, half-naked men, and now some playtime—YAY! Damn, I wish I had my knives with me. The girl I pushed comes back at me like she’s going to tackle me or something.
Here we go; here, kitty, kitty, time to play. Yup, the night just got even more fun.
I move in first before she makes it to me and send her skidding across the floor. I then jump and land a knee to her stomach, knocking the air out of her. Yeah, that’s got to hurt. I bend down, grab her hair, and lift her face to mine.
“You ready to get up and get the fuck out of here? Or do I need you to knock some more common sense into your stupid ass?” I ask her nicely, giving her one more chance. The bitch has the fucking nerve to bring her long-ass nails to my neck before pulling down and scratching the shit out of me.
Whelp, she made her choice.
I bring my fist back and hit her dead in the nose. I keep slamming my fist into her ugly face over and over, feeling the blood dripping down my neck and onto my favorite damn shirt. I black out the bar around me as I zone in on my target. I know Izzy is holding the friend back from getting her ass beat, and Piper is beating the shit out of another girl, but I don’t give a fuck right now. They are safe and taking care of themselves. That’s all I need to know while dealing with my little situation.
It’s not too much longer before I feel strong arms wrap around my waist. I kick and struggle before I hear the deep, pissed-off, deadly voice in my ear, and I am instantly still.
“Pet.”
Oh. Shit.