Chapter 5 #2
Feeling hands on me without thinking, I push Honey off of me just as I hear a gasp behind me.
No fucking way, why the hell isn’t she in her room?
Just fuckin’ great, I think to myself as Julie runs right past me, going up to Honey, asking her if she’s okay.
I see the calculating look in the club girl’s eyes, and I know this is about to get interesting.
When Honey pushes Julie back, I swear to Christ it sounds like she hisses, telling Julie to mind her own fucking business, which doesn’t include me.
Honey then goes on to spew that even though I might fuck her, I’d never commit ’cause I always go running back to her.
Watching Honey, it looks like she believes her own lies.
Julie turns to look at me for a second, giving me big eyes, which has me grinning like a fool, even with a migraine starting.
When she turns back to Honey, I can’t believe my eyes when that little shit pulls back and swings, hitting Honey in the face.
The scream that erupts from our club girl’s mouth is so piercing I feel my ears starting to ring.
The pain behind my eyes kicks in and I almost go to my knees before I lean up against the wall.
Hearing boots hitting the concrete floor, I lean over, putting my head as low as possible, ’cause feel like I’m about to puke.
Turning my head toward where the women are, I could have busted out laughing as Honey has a hand to her face—covered in blood—while Julie is leaning across from me, arms crossed over her tits, pushing them up even more.
God, what is wrong with me? I’m about to pass out from this pain in my noggin’ and still manage to notice how perky her tits are. I’m a lost cause for sure.
“What the ever-lovin fuck is going on? Honey, what the fuck? I told you to pack your shit and get gone because you’re out. What part of that don’t you understand, you stupid-ass bitch?”
Hearing the slight accent Sparkle tries to hide, though she can’t when she’s pissed, I follow the interaction right in front of me.
“Sparkle, this cunt punched me in the nose; it might be broken. I didn’t do a thing to her either. Who is she anyway? I thought no one was allowed back here unless a brother brings them back.”
Sparkle’s eyes bounce to me and I know what she wants. Fuck, why does this shit keep happening? Before I can say a word, I hear a gnarly voice speak up.
“Not that it’s any of your business, whore, but I told Lil’ Shit to meet me back here. And I’m confused, why do any of us have to explain shit to you, woman? You serve us, not the other way around and, just sayin’, you’re not the best at that either.”
Watching my vice president, Psycho, going toe to toe with Honey, it dawns on me Julie has been awfully quiet.
Looking at her is when I see her little ass swaying toward Psycho, wrapping her arms around his middle.
I almost swallow my tongue as shock appears briefly on my VP’s face before he pulls her close, putting a kiss on her head.
Julie actually purrs, then looks down at Honey, a smirk on her face while her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Sorry, Honey, didn’t know I needed to check in with ya.
And, yeah, I was down here for Cobalt because my man and I were gonna ask Blue Eyes to party with us again.
Between you and me, being in the middle of these two men—damn—it’s any woman’s best dream, if ya know what I mean.
Now that we got this straightened out, come on, stud, let’s get into Blue Eyes’s room ’cause that ass plug is starting to burn. ”
At that I stand straight up as Psycho shakes his head. The brothers’ mouths behind him are hanging open and Honey’s face is a bright red. Sparkle is actually chuckling as she walks toward the club girl, grabbing on to her arm, pulling her past Julie and Psycho, before handing her off to Rocket.
“Prospect, help this bitch pack her shit, put her ass in a club van, and take her to the bus stop. I know she doesn’t have a car, so it’s either the bus stop or train station and, personally, I don’t care which one.
Honey, hey, look at me. I better not see your face around here again, or what that lil’ girl did to you will be nothing to what I plan to do. You get me?”
Honey’s eyes never leave Sparkle’s and I can see the fear in them.
Sparkle is older than any of the club girls.
She’s gorgeous with long, wavy red hair and the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
She tries to hide the Irish brogue, but when she’s pissed it comes on heavy.
She’s a tall woman and I’ve watched her kick a brother’s ass when shit goes down.
Sparkle also has a heart of gold and is thankful for this job ’cause she’s got kids she’s trying to raise with an ol’ man who is an over-the-road trucker, so he’s rarely around.
Generally, Sparkle is here every day after the kiddos go to school and most days leaves between three and four in the afternoon.
If we need her she comes in when we call but has, at times, brought the little ones in.
Even though they’re cute, this ain’t no fuckin’ place for kids.
Not yet anyway. Once our hands are clean then I’m good with Sparkle’s kids being here, but now those visits need to be few and far between.
I’m again in my head, so when I feel hands on my arm I go to jerk back, until I hear a soft voice telling me not to make a scene.
Heading to my room, first I step in, then Julie, and finally Psycho.
I close the door, turn, and raise my eyebrows.
Psycho shakes his head and Julie’s face turns pinkish, which is cute as hell.
Even with a killer headache, can’t let this opportunity to raze Julie go.
“Well, whatcha waiting for, Darlin’? Get out of those clothes so Psycho and I can rock your world. Brother, you want the front or back hole this time?”
Julie almost runs to the other side of the room while Psycho starts laughing out loud.
Before she can get one word out, a heavy knock hits the door before it swings open and Incubus is standing in the doorway.
I can tell by the glimmer in his eyes he’s here for some payback, so I give him a little nod.
“Fuck, I didn’t miss the party, did I, brothers?
Heard our guest over there is looking for a party and, gotta say, been in the mood for an orgy.
Shit, we haven’t had one for a while so I’m sure the other brothers will be in.
Maybe we can have her do a train, but first I want to get my mouth and teeth on her. ”
With that, Julie lets out a shriek and a little scream.
Her eyes look like a trapped animal about to be killed.
Knowing I need to step in, right when I go to push off the wall the pain intensifies so badly in my head that I land on my knees.
Incubus and Psycho immediately are at my sides, pulling me up, and walking me to my bed.
Incubus tells Julie to get a cold washcloth, while Psycho starts to take my boots off.
I never lie in my kutte, so in a gutted voice I tell Incubus to get it off of me.
When it’s off, Julie walks back into the room with a couple of towels.
I’m now in my boxer briefs and a club T-shirt lying down.
Incubus takes the towels, quietly thanking her, and hands off my kutte.
All three of us watch her as she gingerly looks at the kutte with all my patches relaying my life as a biker.
A needle could have been heard at how quiet it got when Julie turned, walking to the small table in the corner.
She pulled a chair out and placed my kutte on the back of that chair.
Both of my brothers’ eyes jerk back to me, as I can’t believe my eyes.
Most women would throw it on the floor or toss it.
Not this one. She showed not only the kutte but me and my club respect.
Julie turns, sees all of our expressions, and seems to go within herself.
“What… did I do something wrong? Didn’t want to just toss it on the floor. Hey, Blue Eyes, you okay? Damn, you look so pale. Hey, Incubus, what’s wrong with him?”
Before my brother can answer, the dark pulls me under as I succumb to my migraine.
The last words I hear are Julie’s ordering my brothers to do something.
This woman is gonna be so much fuckin’ trouble in my life, my club, and generally in every aspect that is me, is my final thought before nothing.