CHAPTER THREE
– FATAL –
The corner of my mouth still twitches when I reach into my saddlebag to get her stuff.
Shoving the bag in Norie’s direction, I tell her, “If you follow orders this’ll all be over before you know it.”
“Sure thing,” she mutters, and follows me in the direction of the clubhouse.
The prospect is near the door when I step inside, and he instantly starts to rattle, “All taken care of, Prez. Everything is squeaky clean, just the way you like.”
Norie snorts.
I know it’s one of her tells due to the short period I’ve been near her, and it’s why I snap, “What?”
“Just the way you like.” Her voice mimics the prospect’s and she points at my boot.
“Hardly the way you like if you’re walking around with brains and bone shards on your shoe.
I guess it’s human, right?” She turns to the prospect to lean in and fake whispers, “I do hope you’re not as sloppy with your squeaky-clean shit. ”
“Who the fuck are you?” Gilpin snarls as he steps closer.
Kepner and Remus are glaring at her as well. Norie sidesteps to move closer to me. I resist the need to sigh in frustration. This day is turning out to be one huge clusterfuck.
I grab the woman by the elbow. “Swade considers her family, so Norie will be staying here for the time being.”
“Prez, how does she know it’s brain and bone sticking to your boot? I mean, it’s tiny as shit and could be anything. Besides, I wiped your boots clean.”
Now I do fucking sigh. “You should really learn when to shut the fuck up.”
Huck hangs his head and mutters, “Sorry, Prez,” before walking away.
Remus is still glaring at her when he says, “How do you know?”
She tries to wiggle her arm free when I tighten my grip and tell my brothers, “Norie here is hyperaware of everything around her with a brain that functions on overdrive. She checks the books for Swade to make sure the cunt didn’t rip him off through the business.”
“Fuck,” Gilpin snaps. “You can’t be serious? Was she busy checking them? Is that why she’s here? Or did you catch her before she could come near them?”
Norie shoves her hand into her bag and mutters, “Let me guess, you’re the treasurer, handling the financial shit. Can you spell double-entry fraud?”
Gilpin steps forward. “The fuck you just say to me, cunt?”
“Tone it down, Gilpin. We’ll settle this tomorrow.” I pull Norie with me.
Some people really don’t know when to shut the hell up.
She might be smart, but dammit, taunting a guy the way she just did can end her life in the blink of an eye.
Hell, Gilpin has killed for less. He couldn’t give two shits if she has a cunt; he kills people who he sees as a threat against him or the club, and isn’t picky either.
Norie digs her heels in when we pass the bar. “Hey, you, behind the bar. Trade you a hundred for a bottle of your strongest liquor.”
Rant, a prospect, glances at me for permission and I nod.
He turns to grab a bottle of tequila. Norie shoves a hand into her bag and pulls out a hundred-dollar bill.
She slides it across the bar and wraps her fingers around the bottle.
We all watch as she uncaps, brings the bottle to her lips and starts to chug.
“Are you sure that’s wise?” I ask. “Hugging the toilet or choking on your own vomit won’t be pretty.”
Her eyes find mine and she manages to glare while swallowing a few more gulps of tequila.
She finally stops chugging to say, “Do you really think only bikers can hold their liquor? Or has the low alcohol tolerance of the chicks you hang around with set that expectation?”
Not waiting for a reply, she places the bottle back to her lips and swallows some more down her throat.
“I’m pretty sure consuming large amounts of any liquid isn’t good for your body,” Rant mutters. “Doesn’t matter if you’re a dude or a chick.”
Pulling the bottle away from her lush lips, she gives Rant a smile.
“Very true. Chugging down a large quantity of water is deadly. It’s sweet you guys are worried about me or not wanting to clean up puke and all.
Though, I assume you’re going to lock me in a room where I’d be staring at the ceiling for hours on end.
Hence the alcohol, it’s the only way to mute my brain to a normal level. ”
Again, the bottle returns to her lips.
“It’s not normal, or safe for her to drink so much, so damn fast,” Rant whispers.
I can only stare and nod while Gilpin comes to a stop next to me and remarks, “I’ve only seen one person do the exact same thing.”
“Sevrin,” I grunt.
Sevrin is the president of the Lexmore Beach chapter here in Maryland. He and his VP have been here a few times for a gun run, but they mostly keep to themselves. The last time the two of them came down here was to collect one of their prospects.
The fucker ran off after killing one of their members, cut the head straight off and still had it in his saddlebag when we caught him.
Sevrin chugged down a bottle of whiskey in one go, like Norie is doing with the tequila, burped, and slept on the couch in the main room while his VP kept watch, to make sure the prospect stayed put.
Norie slams the bottle of tequila on the bar, burps, and actually looks relaxed.
Gilpin and I share a look. She acts exactly the same as Sevrin.
Come to think of it, Sevrin is smart as a whip as well and has the same silver eyes.
I make a mental note to ask who her father is when I point at the hallway and walk in that direction.
She follows me as I take a right and unlock the door. Shoving her into my room, I kick the door shut behind me and am about to say something when out of the fucking blue a shock wave crashes though my body.
My jaw locks and the jolt running through my body almost causes my knees to buckle. Unwillingly, I start to go down. It’s damn hard to process the pain and I am momentarily stunned as I watch as Norie drops a stun gun on the bed without looking back and saunters into the bathroom.
It’s a good thing I’m used to a lot of shit and getting hit by a stun gun isn’t a first for me. Pushing myself up, I roll my shoulders and wonder why the hell she tried to knock me out. I mean, she didn’t even go for the window, or for the door.
“What the actual fuck did you just do,” I snarl when she comes back into the room with a bottle in her hand.
She frowns. “Why aren’t you on the floor?”
I rub a hand over my face in an effort not to lose my shit. She’s still staring at me with a frown on her face and without thinking I reach for the stun gun and return the favor.
“Like that?” I snarl. “Not every damn person reacts the same way, genius.”
Her knees buckle and she goes down on all fours.
She whips her head up and I swear there’s fire swirling in her stunning silver eyes when she snarls, “What motherfucker attacks a woman?”
“Oh, and it’s o-fucking-kay for you to use that thing on me?” I fire back.
Norie throws a bottle at my head, one I barely manage to dodge before impact.
“You deserved it for being an ass and I was proving a point. You and your judgmental shit about me not holding my liquor. To think I was going to do you a favor by cleaning up your brain-covered boot with hydrogen peroxide. Remind me not to be nice next time.”
I throw a glance at the bottle and frown. “Either the alcohol you just consumed works fast, or you’re in airhead mode again. I’m not trusting either option.”
She yawns, turns to sit on her ass, and reaches for her knee-high pink boots to get them off, and mutters, “Like I said, you’re an ass.”
Pushing herself off the floor, she sits on the bed with her feet covered in pink socks. She crawls toward the pillow, snuggles into it and the next second she’s out cold. Strange as fuck. No sane woman would act or deal with shit the way she’s done since the moment I met her.
Pulling out my phone, I thumb the screen to search for Sevrin’s number and tap on it. He picks up on the second ring. “Sevrin, it’s, Fatal. Did you happen to have lost a daughter I don’t know about?”
“Say what now?” he grunts.
I chuckle. “I met a chick today, smart as fuck. Then she starts to chug down a bottle of tequila, burps, and is now sleeping like a baby.”
“What color are her eyes?” Sevrin asks.
“Silver.” I barely manage to keep the words, “like yours,” to myself.
“Don’t lay a hand on her and keep her safe. I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” The fucker hangs up before I can reply.
I guess our problem with this chick can be handled by passing her off to another chapter. Though, seeing her pink hair spread all over my pillow while her tits rise and fall does make my cock twitch with a whole different idea.