I’m back to waking up alone again, Brady says it’s only temporary that they’ve found a solution and I should just give it a little more time. Time, that four letter word, she’s mean to me. I’ve done nothing but tread through time as life marches on. I’m now living in time instead of it passing me by. Instead of allowing myself to be aggravated by his words, I use them instead to know that he’s fighting for our future and I need to stand beside him as he does. This is a new position for me, used to being told what to do, this time it’s different. He’s asking me to stand by him and help him out with the bitch, time.
I’m in the kitchen preparing lunch for the guys when I hear the meeting room door open. It’s nothing fancy, just a lot of frozen pizzas I threw in the oven and some bags of potato chips for everyone to throw on their plates. We’ve gotten ourselves a new club babe, her name is Tasha, and man she’s a bitch. She’s always giving me snide looks and talks at me instead of to me. As if I owe her a damn thing. She’s got a lot to learn, because if the guys catch her she’s in deep shit. They don’t put up with their Ol’ ladies being treated like shit.
“Better hurry it along, miss snobby pants. Sounds like the natives are getting restless, they’ll want some grub and a good fuck. Something I’m sure you don’t know how to do,” the bitch has the nerve to say to me. She goes to walk past me and my foot may or may not have stuck itself out and tripped her. She lands flat on her chest and I mock surprise on her behalf.
“Damn, I hope you didn’t pop that tit bag of yours. You know, the ones you carry around on your chest. Since we all know those things aren’t real. What were they, a black Friday deal? I think they messed up, one is bigger than the other.”
“You bitch!” she screams at me as she comes at me to attack. I drop the pan I had in my hands on the stove and get ready for my first-ever cat fight. I think I can take this bitch. Lord knows, I’ve wanted to scratch her damn eyes out since the day she joined us. She comes at me with her claws extended and I have my fist bunched up and ready to go. She, however, doesn’t make it to me before she’s lifted from her feet and tossed to the side. She looks like a rag doll as she flies through the air.
I look over and see Brady’s chest heaving in anger. “I know you were not about to put your filthy paws on my Ol’ lady.” I hear the door to the kitchen open and there stands Justice, Tic and Wasp, all with angered expressions on their faces.
“What’s going on in here, brother?” Justice asks Brady as if I’m not standing here. It was happening to me! I should be the one answering questions. Before I can let them know that, Brady beats me to the punch.
“All I know is I came in here to check on my Ol’ lady and this bitch,” he says, while pointing his finger at Tasha. “Was going to attack Bristol. She needs to be taught a lesson in manners. Nobody, and I mean no motherfuckin’ one touches my girl!” he screams in outrage.
“That cow tripped me!” Tasha screams out to the men.
“I did,” I tell them, “She insulted me. Hell, she’s been doing it since the day she arrived, but I’ve bitten my tongue and tried to be a good Ol’ lady by ignoring it. Today was the last straw! I can’t take her mouthy innuendoes and the way she talks to me anymore. I’m sorry, I just can’t.” I puff out, my chest is heaving in anger. “Someone might want to check that her silicone isn’t leaking from those fake boobs of hers. She landed pretty hard on her chest,” I say and each ot the guys has a surprised look on their faces at my outburst. “What?” I ask to no one in general.
“Woooeee, your girl’s got some fire!” Justice tells Brady, who has a huge smile on his face now. Pride shining in his eyes, which is making me feel like all is right in my world.
“That she does my man, that she does.” He comes over to me and plants a kiss on my lips. As he devours my mouth, I hear Tasha speak.
“She wouldn’t know how to strike a match, let alone let one burn. She’s nothing.” Expecting one of the men to be the ones to say something, imagine my surprise when it’s Ashton and Kori that speak up on my behalf.
“Hey Ashton, I think this girl needs to learn how an Ol’ lady is treated around here.” Ashton gives out a laugh that I would’ve never expected to come from her.
“Yes, Kori my dear, I do believe she does. Wasp baby, could you take her into the interrogation room please? Kori and I have some lessons that this new babe needs to learn.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Wasp tells her as he takes a screaming Tasha out of the room. She’s screaming all kinds of curse words right now, and I can’t be more delighted in the fact that I know she’s not going to have a pleasant experience at these two ladies’ hands.
“Coming Bristol?” Ashton asks me. I’m dumbfounded and it must show on my face. “You’re an Ol’ lady, Bristol, this is part of our job, keeping these bitches in line. Come on now,” she tells me and I follow like a little lost puppy, not knowing what to expect once we get into the room. The room is a wide-open space only consisting of two chairs that face one another. One has cuffs installed on the front feet and the back of the chair. I’ve never ventured into this room before, and even though it’s not a lot to take in, it’s all fresh and new to me.
Chapter 31
Bristol
“I don’t want her cuffed, Wasp,” Ashton says to her husband. “I’d like to see what this bitch is made of.” I look from Ashton to Kori and see her rubbing her hands together, like she can’t wait to get started. I’m a little nervous, I’ve never seen a fight, let alone be part of one. From that standpoint I was always sheltered at home. At least they kept some things away from me.
“You sure love? I don’t think I could handle seeing marks on you,” Wasp tells Ashton. “I’d have to punish the bitch myself if I see even one mark on you,” he tells her in all seriousness.
“Hear that bitch?” Kori says to Tasha. “Guess you best keep your hands to yourself, unless you want the wrath of our men upon you,” she says while laughing. Meanwhile, I’m having a hard time understanding what is funny about any of this. Yes, I was ready to take this bitch on earlier, but this is a little much. It’s three against one! I may not be experienced, but I’m not sure this is how it’s supposed to go. Since I have no clue, however, I’ll go with the flow and take my cues from Ashton and Kori.
The guys all leave the room and stand outside of the now closed door. It feels like the walls are closing in on me, but I breathe through it so I show no weakness to this club babe. Showing weakness to these whores will chop you off at the knees and give them the free will to go after you. And I personally have had enough of it with this skank to last me a lifetime. It’s time to pony up and join the race. I am brought out of my thoughts at the sound of Ashton’s voice.
“Now that it’s just us girls, why don’t you tell us what you were thinking, going after an Ol’ lady the way you did?”
“She’s a stuck-up bitch who needs to be put in her place!” Tasha screams out. Tasha and I are staring each other in the eyes when I see a hand swing out and slap her hard across her face.
“Wrong answer bitch!” Kori screams out as soon as her swing made contact. “Ol’ ladies are coveted, protected and respected. You have done none of those things where Bristol is concerned. You need to learn your place or pack your things and move along,” Kori says to her as her chest constricts with anger.
“Three babes have been shown to the door in recent months. Are you ready to join them? Or would you like to be here under the protection of this club?” Ashton asks the skank, I mean Tasha.
“You don’t have the authority to make that decision!” Tasha huffs out at us like she has us. Not knowing that we, the Ol’ ladies, are in charge of the babes. Ashton grabs her hair and pulls her closer to her.
“Wrong again bitch,” she says as she spits in her face. I make a mental note to never get on their bad side.
“Don’t be disgusting!” Tasha screams out at Ashton. Wrong move, do some people never learn? Ashton’s going to rip her a new asshole.
“What question was that again?” Tasha says smugly with a sweet look upon her face, like she truly doesn’t remember. What a crazy bitch!
“Like you don’t remember the question, you psycho bitch,” I mumble under my breath. Bitch has lost her ever loving mind.
“She really does need to be taught some respect,” Kori says to us. “Like Bristol said, this bitch is psycho.” Ashton agrees with that statement and pushes Tasha back down into the chair she was ripped from earlier.
“You know you’re not good enough for Ghost, don’t you?” Tasha says, facing me. “You’ll never be able to keep him satisfied in his bed or out of it. He needs someone strong and able to deal with his life,” she says while smirking at me…only this time, I don’t let my insecurities get the best of me. Not able to help myself I reach out and slap her right across her face with all the strength I possess in my body.
“And let me guess, you think you’re the right woman for the job, I take it?” I ask her with mock sincerity in my voice.
“I know I am, it takes a special breed of woman to take care of men like him. Ashton and Kori have it. You, however, do not. There is nothing special about you, you’re snobbish and want things your own way. It doesn’t work like that in this life. You have to put yourself second and your man and his club first.”
“And how exactly would you know what it takes to be an Ol’ lady?” Ashton asks her.
“I watch and I learn from seeing what Ol’ ladies do. I’m very observant,” she replies.
“Then you should know how an Ol’ lady acts, and you my dear, have none of the qualities needed to be an Ol’ lady. We have respect for ourselves and don’t willingly spread our legs for any of the brothers. Just ours.” Kori says.
“If you’re the right woman, no one cares who all you’ve been with. It’s not like Ol’ ladies get men who’ve been celibate while waiting to find the right one, you know?”
“You think that’s how it works?” Ashton asks Tasha. “What man wants a woman who’s been with his brothers? No man wants to be with his woman and think about the fact that all of his brothers have been buried inside of her. These men want a woman who’s been his and his alone. They don’t share well as it is, can you imagine if they had to remember all those who’ve shared their woman? Your thinking is ass backwards, Tasha.”
“You’re telling me nowhere in history, a club whore has made an Ol’ lady?” she asks us.
“Not in our club!” Kori responds to Tasha’s stupid question. “Are you not paying attention? You will never be an Ol’ lady to the Rage Ryders. Grow the fuck up!”
“It’s time to beat some sense into this bitch, words aren’t going to work for her brand of stupid,” Ashton informs us.
Even though I’m in the room and have had a say so, I step back and let Kori and Ashton do their thing. Violence isn’t one of my strong suits, apparently. Ashton lands a punch on Tasha’s nose and it instantly begins to bleed. Tasha goes to hold her nose with her hand, but another punch flies and I hear a crunch when it makes contact. This second punch lands in the same place which prevents her from trying to stop the blood flow. She cries out in pain this time. I almost feel sorry for her, almost. She starts screaming for help as Kori takes her to the ground delivering blow after blow. She lands punches to her stomach, shoulder and face. Suddenly the door flies open and the men come into the room. Tic pulls Kori off of Tasha, whispering to her that she’s had enough. I wish I could believe him, but the ‘go to hell look’ she’s sending my way lets me know that her lesson hasn’t been taught, she’s only angered more by it. I know that I’m going to be the one paying the price for her lesson. I’m on her radar, and I have a feeling I won’t be off of it for quite a while.
As I’m taking on her angry stare, I feel arms wrap around me causing me to jump. I was so lost in our staredown that I didn’t even see Brady coming my way. I lean my head back on his shoulder and watch as Levi and Carson escort Tasha out of the room.
“You know this isn’t over with—right?” I say to him.
“It better be,” he responds, but I know better and hope I can handle it when her vengeance comes my way.
“She’s right,” Ashton says, “She hasn’t learned her lesson. She’s convinced that she’d be the better Ol’ lady for Ghost and is determined to prove it. She’ll wait until no one’s paying attention and strike. And Bristol’s in the line of fire. She’s determined to get what she thinks is meant to be hers.”
“Will never happen,” Brady says, “There’s only one woman meant for me and she’s in my arms right now.” I know he means this, but no one can watch me twenty-four hours a day. I’m just going to have to be prepared for whatever she throws my way.
Chapter 32
Ghost
Six weeks later…
It’s been long weeks filled with looking over our shoulder and meetings to try and get our ducks in a row. We’ve gotten more information on Valdez’s daily activities and routine. He was laying low for a while, but once we had a lead on his whereabouts we located him and have followed his every move since then. Never in the same vehicles, we don’t want to be found out so we need to be cautious and switch out vehicles as much as possible. Making sure to never use personal ones that can be traced back to us, we use those of people who owe favors to the club for protection or things we’ve done for them personally or for their businesses.
We have a good relationship with the citizens in our city and never take advantage of that fact, so once we ask for something they know it’s important. Detective Maddox has even joined in with our stakeouts of Valdez and his crew. Ever since Riley’s kidnapping, he’s been an asset to the club. He’s not a member and never will be, but he’s become a trusted friend. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t give him insider information into the club, but we use him as a resource and he’s never let us down…yet.
We have a meeting set up with Justice’s soon to be father-in-law, who we’ve since learned is Emilio Martinez. The daughter who Justice will be marrying is Lizzie Martinez, and from what we’ve found out, she’s a bit of a spitfire. She likes to defy her father and make his life a living hell, it has Justice a little nervous for when he actually does meet her and get into a relationship with her. I personally can’t wait to see this girl keep him on his toes, Justice is used to getting his way and doing his own thing, this girl is going to run circles around him. We are set to meet up with him tonight at five p.m. It’s at a neutral territory about an hour away from here. We’re starting to get things together for that.
We are checking weapons, going over intel we have on this man and getting our bikes gassed up. Within an hour before we’re due to leave we have everything accomplished. Deciding I need to spend that time with Bristol, I go in search of her. I find her in our room working on her school work.
“Hey sweet cheeks, we’re leaving in about an hour from now and I wanna spend some time with my girl before we go,” I tell her. She smiles at me and I know how she wants to spend the next hour. I’m not going to complain about burying myself inside of my girl.
“What do you wanna do?” I ask her, wanting to hear the words.
“I want you inside of me.”
“It will have to be quick,” I tell her and she smiles at me depositing her clothes on the floor as she moves toward the bed. Not one to be left out, I take off my clothes while watching her before walking over to our door to lock it so we have no unwanted guests. Some of the people here have no concept of privacy and think they can enter the room as they please. Lil’ bit is the worst at it. She’s always forgetting to knock before she enters one of our rooms. She’s nearly gotten a brother or
two shot by her father for what she’s walked in on.
I have no desire to have my ass shot, plus what goes on between Bristol and I is no one’s concern but our own. I like to keep what’s mine to myself, and she’s definitely mine. I’m a jealous fucker, and I know what I’d do to someone if they saw all that she has to offer. Once my clothes are off and the door is locked I make my way back over to my girl who is now standing at the foot of the bed in all her naked glory.
I walk up to her and pick her up, I know if we make it into the bed I’ll want to stay buried inside of her for a while. I’m on a time constriction, so I need to keep us upright. I walk us over to the closest wall to the bed and press her back against it with me pressed up close and personal with her front side.
“You ready for me baby or do I need to get you there?”
“I’m there, I want you so bad.”
“Show me.” She reaches down between us and brings her fingers up and shows me how wet she is. Not being able to help myself I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck on them, leaving them nice and clean from her essence. It’s pathetic that I was jealous of her fingers and wanted no trace of her for anyone else to smell, it’s mine and mine alone. She places both of her hands on my shoulders to hold on to and I line myself up with one hand while keeping her balanced with the other and my hips, before I slam myself inside of her. She instantly tightens around me and I know she wasn’t kidding when she said she needed me.
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