Cambria #3
“You call that fighting? That’s just children slapping in my book. I don’t need to slap. I know how to make a proper fist and use it. I suggest you don’t make me show you again,” I warned her.
“Twilight, let me deal with her. She’s gone,” Shadow said.
“No! You can’t do that. It’s not fair. I saw you first. You should’ve been mine. But if I can’t have you, then I want that one.” She pointed to Undertaker.
A glowering Undertaker had Sloan cuddled under his arm. She was watching Eliza closely. Dislike was evident on Sloan’s usually smiling face.
“You’re not getting me,” Undertaker informed her.
“Damn, right she’s not. I’ll beat and cut a bitch if she touches you,” Sloan muttered darkly.
Man, I liked Sloan even more. She, Everly, Jalisa, and Betty were my kind of women. They reminded me of Brae. I could imagine what Braelyn would be saying and doing if she were here. The image in my head made me smile.
“What’re you smiling about, man-stealing whore?” Eliza shouted at me. Her attention was fully back on Shadow and me.
The whole club had gathered around, and the other hangers and bunnies were standing there with their mouths open and eyes wide. One of the bunnies, Silk, stepped forward.
“Eliza, you need to stop this right now. You know the rules. I’ve explained them, and so have Shandi and Cheeks.
I don’t doubt a few others have as well.
You don’t touch or proposition committed men.
You sure don’t mouth off or try to hit their women.
It’s a guaranteed expulsion, and if you’re lucky, that’s it.
If you keep it up, you’ll be facing a bunny bonfire,” Silk warned.
Eliza flung her arm out, waving it at the crowd.
“Do you think I’m afraid of that bullshit bonfire?
It’s not real. That’s the lie they tell you to scare you into obedience.
I don’t believe for a moment that every man with an old lady or wife is faithful.
They may lie to their women and tell them they are, but they’re not.
And I know I’m better in bed than they are.
So I say, fuck their stupid-ass rules. I’d like to see them put my ass into a bonfire,” Eliza sneered, then snorted in derision.
I saw Silk shake her head wearily. “It’s your funeral, not mine,” she muttered, then shut her mouth.
“So you think it’s a big-ass lie? That we won’t do anything to you? I beg to differ. It’s very real, and you’re two seconds from finding out firsthand,” Jalisa cautioned the stupid hanger.
“Fuck you. You’re the one who put these ridiculous rules in place. Your man may act as if he agrees, but I bet if you weren’t here, he’d have my clothes off, fucking my brains out in seconds,” Eliza acidly told Jalisa.
Wrath growled, but it was Jalisa I was more interested in. She didn’t shout or say anything else to Eliza. Her face settled into a mask of resolve.
“Dylan, go get it started for me?”
Dylan barely shifted his gaze to Wrath, who gave a nearly imperceptible chin lift. Seeing that, the prospect hurried down the hallway. In the back, where they had their barbecue area, there were a couple of firepits. I wondered if that was where he was headed.
The other hangers wore expressions ranging from worried to aghast. The bunnies were shaking their heads and wore expressions of disgust. I heard Shandi say, “You can’t save her now.
She gets what she deserves. Stick to the rules, and everything is great here.
” Cheeks and Silk murmured their agreement.
“I dare you to touch me. If you do, you’ll regret it. I’ll call the police and report what you did. You’ll go to jail,” Eliza shouted.
“Does it look like I’m afraid of the cops?
Bitch, it’s your word against ours, and I don’t see a single person here who would stick up for you.
They know who has their back and who doesn’t.
That applies to others like you who come here to party.
As long as they follow the rules, they’ll be invited back.
You, however, won’t be returning,” Jalisa told her.
“You wouldn’t dare. Someone will back me up,” Eliza argued.
A woman in the back called out, “Girl, you’re on your own. No way do I want to be on the wrong side of the Pagans. Don’t ruin it for the rest of us. I don’t see shit.”
There were more murmurs along those lines from the other hangers and the bunnies. By the time they were through, Dylan returned.
“It’s out there blazing. I helped it along. It’s ready whenever you are, cousin.”
“Thanks, Dyl.” Jalisa blew him a kiss.
Between one blink and the next, Jalisa had moved away from Wrath and was in front of Eliza.
I saw how the woman flinched back, but it was too late.
Jalisa slid behind her, grabbed a handful of her overprocessed, puffed-up hair with one hand, and yanked her head back.
At the same time, she used her other hand to latch onto a wrist and bring it back behind Eliza’s back.
The hanger’s cry of pain was real. The way her arm was torqued behind her had to be excruciating.
“Move it, or I’ll snatch you bald and break your goddamn arm,” Jalisa growled.
And just like that, we were all headed down the hallway Dylan had taken. Following Jalisa as she marched a mouthy hanger outside to face punishment, I wondered how far it would go.