Dirty Girl

by Jenika Snow

  She saw Rob’s truck in the driveway and grabbed her phone from her bag. She was almost two hours early getting off from the shop, but after doing that tattoo for the Marine, and not having another client, she had called it a night. Rob wasn’t supposed to be home until after eight—another three hours away—but she grinned, thinking maybe he had something special planned since their anniversary was tomorrow. Hey, a year of being with the same person might not have been such a big deal, but that was the longest relationship she had been involved in.

  She grabbed her shit and made her way out of the car and toward the front door. A dog started barking, and she stopped and glanced over her shoulder. The house was Rob’s and it was in a rundown and older part of the town. It was on a cul-de-sac, but it was nice living with someone and not having to feel like she was alone all the time. Since it was the middle of the summer and just after five, the sun was still high in the sky. It was warm and slightly humid, and overall nasty ass weather. She had never been one that enjoyed the heat, so a cold shower to wash the sweat off, which had formed in the small amount of time it took her to walk to and from her car, was in her very near future.

  The house was relatively quiet except for the small ticking of the wall clock. Setting her keys on the small table next to the door and her bag on the floor, she stood straight again and listened. Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite place why the hairs on the back of her neck and on her arms stood on end.

  “Rob?” Naggie called out, realizing how weird it was that Rob was home but nowhere to be seen. Normally he was on the couch watching TV or playing video games. But then, right before she yelled out his name once more, she heard some noise in the back bedroom. The house was small, but for some reason it seemed like it took Naggie forever to get down the hallway. There was another banging sound right on the other side of her closed bedroom door, but before she opened it she already knew what the fuck was going on. The sight before her at first had her mouth hanging open on its own, and then this blood-curdling rage filled her.

  Rob was on his knees, holding onto this very skinny waist, and had his head thrown back as he grunted with each thrust. Naggie couldn’t speak, couldn’t move as she was in a kind of trace watching her boyfriend fucking not just a woman, but that skanky ass bitch, Tally. It took Rob and Tally a whole minute of continued fucking before they realized they had an audience. Tally looked over, still on her hands and knees, and smiled. Rob gave one more thrust before turning and looking at her. He was sweaty, and beads of perspiration dripped down his chest. The “Oh shit” look that crossed his face was priceless, but Naggie was seeing red and was about to beat someone’s ass.

  “I didn’t expect you home this soon.”

  “That’s obvious.” Venom dripped from Naggie’s voice, and she was barely holding onto her control. But then again she didn’t know why she hadn’t kicked both of their asses right now.

  “Naggie, baby.”

  She held up her hand, then realized it was shaking uncontrollably due to how fucking pissed she was. Naggie curled her hand into a fist. “You don’t get to fucking call me that every again, you worthless piece of shit.” Naggie couldn’t remember being this mad. What made this whole situation even worse was that Rob was fucking the same woman—the town slut. Tally was the same woman who had tried to pick up Rob at the bar over six months ago, and the same one Naggie should have royally fucked up back then. “What the fuck.” She had said it more to herself than directed at either of them, but then when Rob pulled out of Tally, and that slut’s grin grew, something inside of Naggie just snapped.

  “Naggie, this not what it looks like.”

  She felt her eyes widen, and this incredulous laugh came from her. “Not what it looks like? I’ll tell you what it looks like…” She sucked in a lungful of air, feeling her entire body shake from her anger now. She may be short and small in the body frame department, but she had a temper to rival an enraged bull. “My now ex-boyfriend has his dick in the town slut’s dirty ass cunt. That is what it fucking looks like.”

  Rob, with his tattoos and piercings, and that willowy kind of body, used to turn her on, but now all she could picture was him sticking it into the woman that got around with nearly every guy in town.

  “How about you leave and let us finish.” Tally smiled, and actually lay back on the bed—the fucking bed Naggie had slept in with Rob.

  And that was the straw that broke the fucking camel’s back. The red haze that covered her vision filled every inch of her body, and without thinking or holding back any longer, she went into the room, over to Tally, and grabbed that skank by her hair. Tally squeaked out, but the skinny bitch wasn’t any match for the rage that consumed Naggie. She felt possessed, angrier than she had ever felt before. She hauled Tally off the bed, and the bitch struggled out of her grasp. She may have been smaller than Tally, but she had the strength of ten grown ass men right now, or at least she felt like she did.

  “You bitch.” Tally squealed out, clawed at Naggie’s hand, and then started asking for Rob to help her. But Rob was a big pussy and stayed right where he was.

  Naggie grabbed off the floor the strips of material that Tally considered clothes, and hauled her out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and kicked her trampy ass out of the house.

  “You bitch. Rob isn’t going to stop seeing me.” Tally was scrambling to put her clothes on as she stood on the front porch. “In fact he’s been fucking me for the last three months.” Tally grinned, but she looked like the damn Joker because her red lipstick was smeared across her face. “You remember that night he went out with his buddies.” Tally slipped her shirt over her head, and the thing barely covered her big, fake tits. “Yeah, met him up, and he jumped right at the opportunity to get laid good and hard.”

  Naggie curled her hand into a fist again, and without thinking popped Tally right in the side of the head. The bitch fell backward, hit the ground on her bare ass, and instantly blood started to drip down her lip.

  “You psychotic bitch—”

  “He’s all yours, bitch.” Naggie slammed the door shut and locked it, and then she was storming back in the bedroom. Rob already had his pants on, but she couldn’t even look at him she was so pissed and disgusted.

  “Naggie, I’m really sorry.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” She turned and grabbed her bag out of the closet.

  “Don’t leave. Tally means nothing, absolutely nothing to me. She was just a fuck, and—”

  Naggie spun around and narrowed her eyes on Rob until he snapped his mouth closed. “And how in the hell is that supposed to make me feel better?” Before he could respond she shook her head. “You know what, it doesn’t even fucking matter. I’m done. You cheat on me once, you’ll always do it. Hell you probably have been screwing a slew of chicks since we have been together.” When he didn’t answer and she saw his throat work as he swallowed she knew right then that this whole relationship had been a joke. “Wow, you dirty motherfucker.” She turned and grabbed her clothes hanging up, and shoved them in her bag.

  “Please, let’s talk.” Rob came up to her and grabbed her arm, but on instinct she turned around and brought her fist across his cheek.

  “Don’t touch me. You don’t even get that right again.” It had felt damn good to hit Tally, but there was even more pleasure in doing it to the man she had lived with and had thought she cared about.

  “What the fuck, Naggie? What did you expect me to do when you haven’t been giving it up?”

  “So now it’s my fault you’re a piece of shit boyfriend?” She snorted and turned back around and finished getting her shit out of the drawers. “I think that is the standard line a POS guy says when caught cheating.”

  “Where are you going to go?” There was a bite in Rob’s voice, but no way did he get to be pissed about this.

  “Not your concern. You can now bring that slut to the house and fuck her to your heart’s content.” She turned around and stared at him. “Or is the thrill gone
now that you’re single?”

  “I wanted to tell you, but didn’t know how to explain it. I mean I felt like shit doing it behind your back.”

  His pathetic excuse just made her even more pissed, and if she didn’t leave she was going to do something she might regret later, like crack the lamp over his head. “I don’t have to put up with this shit.” She stared at him, right in the eye so he knew she was dead serious. “I am too good for this bullshit.”

  “What the hell, Naggie? Let me explain.”

  She didn’t bother telling him there was nothing to explain. He had been caught, didn’t deny it, and had been doing it for months But it wouldn’t have mattered of this was the only time he had done it, or if he had been doing this for their entire relationship. Cheating was cheating, and she was done. She moved past him, brushed him off when he tried to reach for her, and walked out of the room. Once she had her keys and her other bag she had set on the floor by the front door, she headed to her Pilot, tossed her crap inside, and got in. Tally was lucky she had been smart enough to leave, because if she had still been standing outside Naggie would have beaten her ass for real this time. She started her car and looked at Rob, who still stood on the porch. With a grin, she lifted her hand and flipped him off. Yeah, that felt good, but what was going to feel even better was getting drunk and trying to forget about this shitty night and everything the last year had entailed.

  ****

  Naggie lifted her empty shot glass to Ryan, the bartender at O’Henry’s, one of the only decent bars in Reckless. She needed a refill like last week, but for some reason the bar was busy tonight, and that meant Ryan was slower than normal in keeping people hydrated. The bar was dimly lit, but who wanted to go to a place to get drunk at with florescent lighting? Hell, she wanted to feel like she was in a haze as she drowned her sorrows in a bottle of whiskey. There were guys off to the side playing pool, others sat on overstuffed chairs in front of a big screen TV watching sports, and even some scantily clad college-aged girls were shaking their ass and tits on the makeshift dance floor.

  “You sure you want to get trashed?”

  Naggie looked at Bennie, her friend for the last two years. Bennie had come in for some ink a couple years ago, and after Naggie had been the artist to give it to her they had clicked. Bennie was a gorgeous brunette who looked like one of those pin-up girls. She wore those tight pencils skirts and baby doll style shirts like she owned the damn world. Naggie wasn’t gay, but Bennie had curves that could make any straight girl want to see her naked. But it wasn’t just her awesome attitude, her killer sense of style, or the fact Naggie had clicked with Bennie almost instantly. She also had some awesome ink, and Naggie was honored to have been able to work on her, too.

  Bennie held up her hands, but if she was about to say something Ryan stopped her when he leaned on the counter and started talking.

  “Would you quit busting my balls, Naggie?” Ryan nodded, and she couldn’t help but do the same, but it felt like more of a grimace than anything else. “So, more Crown, or do you want to mix it up?”

  Naggie shook her head. “No, I don’t want to mess with the buzz I got going on by mixing shit. How about you just bring the whole bottle over here?”Ryan cocked a dark eyebrow.

  “Fine, just send over a couple more shots, please?” She batted her eyelashes, feeling good and warm already.

  “So, is this going to be an ‘I can’t walk straight’ night?” Bennie asked.

  “This is a totally I can’t walk, talk, or think straight kind of night.”

  Bennie nodded. “You want to talk more about it? You were kind of vague on the details over the phone.”

  Naggie nodded and rested her elbows on the counter. She stared at Ryan. “He’s a cute guy, in that sort of vanilla way.”

  “Naggie, stop diverting and spill it. You know you can talk to me.”

  She looked over at Bennie. “I know. I guess I am just humiliated and still furious over the whole thing.”

  But Bennie didn’t give her a sympathetic look, and she loved her even more for that.

  “Hey, the important thing is that you are too good for that kind of bullshit, and that you are still young, hot, and ready to rock.” She winked, and Naggie burst out laughing.

  Ryan came over with a few shots and set them on the bar in front of them. “It’s a freaking madhouse in here tonight.”

  Naggie looked around and agreed. It was packed, but mainly it was a bunch of douchey looking college kids in their polo shirts and khaki shorts. Ryan left them to help the waitress with an order, and she turned and faced Bennie. They grabbed their shot glasses, lifted them up, and clinked them together. “Fuck them all.”

  Bennie nodded, and they tossed back the shots. “If you want my honest opinion I always thought Rob was a little asshole.”

  “What? Really?” She had only told Bennie that they had broken up because she caught him in bed with another woman. Naggie hadn’t said what woman that had been, how long it had been going on, or the physical altercation that happened. But in due time she’d spill it all.

  Bennie nodded. “Yeah, remember when the two of you came over and he was bitching like a little girl about the limes not being cold?”

  Naggie started laughing and nodded. “Oh my God. Yes, that was embarrassing on so many levels.”

  “Honestly, I think he is nothing more than a wannabe.”

  Naggie didn’t respond to that, because if she did it probably wouldn’t be anything nice toward Rob. “You know, I am so pissed, but more than that I am hurt.” She would not cry, oh hell no she wouldn’t cry, especially not for that asshole.

  “Honey, I have totally been there, done that, and don’t care to ever have to visit it again.”

  “You got shafted, too?”

  Bennie nodded. “Yeah, years ago actually.” She shrugged. “Beat the whore’s ass right there in my bed with her big tits shaking everywhere.” Bennie grinned. “And then I kicked his ass.”

  “God, I love you.” Naggie leaned her shoulder into Bennie’s, and they both stated laughing. Naggie then proceed to tell her everything that happened and didn’t mince her words or leave anything out.

  The Drifters started playing overhead, and for as out of place as it seemed to be listening to oldies in this Irish style pub “This Magic Moment” was a good fucking song.

  “Don’t worry. Something a lot better will come along.”

  Naggie nodded, because she didn’t have a doubt about that. Any guy that didn’t cheat on his girl was better than Rob, but it still sucked.

  Chapter Three

  Booshie and Tank stood in the backroom of O’Henry’s looking at a very nervous John.

  “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I just don’t need The Bastards’ help anymore.”

  Booshie was beside Tank and had a toothpick in his mouth. When Booshie looked over at the Sergeant at Arms it was to see this sadistic smile on his face

  “So, you think that making a verbal agreement with the club means that after only a year you can back out?” It was a rhetorical question, but clearly John didn’t get that because he started speaking.

  “N-no, I mean I am appreciative of what the club has done, but I can’t keep paying when the only threat there ever was has now left.” John was twisting his hands together in front of him. “Besides, after you guys roughed up that gang it wasn’t like they were going to bother me again anyway.”

  Tank tsked. “You know why they call me Tank?” He pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked it aside. “I’ll tell you so you don’t have to think on it too hard.” Tank pushed away from the wall and took a few steps toward John. “I go through motherfuckers that mess with my club like a damn tank.”

  John took a step back and held his hands up. “I told Scars I didn’t want any trouble, but that I am just backing out. No harm no foul.”

  Tank looked at Booshie and grinned.

  “John, we like you and your little establishment, but you can’t just back o
ut.”

  John looked at the ground, clearly thinking about what he was supposed to say.

  “Listen.” Booshie took a step forward. “You pay us the weekly fees for the next year and we will call it even.”

  John opened his mouth to say something, maybe to complain that he still couldn’t pay that, but Booshie held his hand up.

  “Essentially you’re breaking a contract, and with any business you would have to suffer the consequences of breaking said contract, right?”

  It took him a moment, but John nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “Good, then we have an understanding that we will keep the agreement that is set in place for the year.” Booshie lowered his head slightly, but kept his gaze locked on John. “Because I don’t want to have to come back here and kick your fucking ass, John. When I said the club like you, I meant that, but when you fuck with our revenue then you are nothing special.”

  John swallowed audibly. “Yeah, I don’t want any trouble. I just don’t want to back away from…” He looked between him and Tank, and then swallowed again. “I just want to stay away from back alley stuff.” John retreated a step, and Booshie couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

  “All right, man.” Booshie walked up to him and gripped his shoulder. “Glad things worked out and we didn’t have to bust kneecaps.” Booshie grinned, but he was far from joking. It wasn’t like they went around doing this shit to every bar owner, but there had to be consequences when even a verbal contract was in place. They couldn’t have the rep of being bad motherfuckers if they let every Tom, Dick, and Harry walk all over them.

  “Come on, man, I’m thirsty.” Tank placed the toothpick back in his mouth, and Booshie followed him out and into the bar. Some oldies music was playing overhead, a few slutty girls were dancing with each other in the center of the room, and the overall bar was pretty packed. “Can you believe that asshole trying to say he couldn’t afford to pay us when he has been busy like this every fucking weekend,” Tank said, but even in his voice it was clear the man was busy checking out the pussy. “I mean I’ve seen the numbers he’s been pulling in. The asshole is a lying motherfucker.”