by Mary Martel
“Good riddance.” I heard Mandy grumble under her breath.
“Let me go motherfucker.” Bec was trying to squirm away from King’s grasp. He looked to Batey, who nodded, so he let her go. Once she was free from him she too, turned around and marched her skanky ass out of my bar.
“Good riddance.” I heard Mandy, yet again, grumble under her breath.
At that, Franky burst out laughing.
Hash, whose mouth was still hanging open, turned his wide eyes from me to her, “You bitches are crazy,” he remarked.
At that, Franky laughed harder.
I looked him in the eyes and told him, “Buddy, you have no idea.”
Just then the door opened and a shit load of tattooed men wearing their leather vests that sported Mercy MC patches, poured into my bar. And right behind them was a smug looking Avery.
Oh fucking goodie.
