“Something must have come up. No worries, I have my own car. I’m sure he’ll find me.” I tried to sound breezy and carefree. I failed.
I paste a fake smile and go over to the register to cash out. Luckily I had gotten good at this over the years and my money and orders jived. The only bad spot I have is when Irish mentions he should give Dragon a call. I ignore him. A customer demanded his attention and thankfully a crisis is diverted.
I am just about to leave when I feel a large hand cup my ass and squeeze it. For a minute I thought Dragon had shown up early and I’m not sure if it was fear or happiness that flitted through me. I knew after just a second though, that it wasn’t Dragon’s hand on me. The touch felt…wrong. I hated that I explained it that way, but it’s true nonetheless.
“Irish, you didn’t tell me you were getting some new talent.”
My spine stiffens and I straighten up, trying to will myself into the wood of the bar to get some space between me and the voice behind me. He’s got a deep voice almost sexy, but something about it sends a warning through me and raises the hairs at the back of my neck—and not in a good way. I could tell he sat down on the stool behind me. This was bad news since every stool around me is empty. I lower my head at the bad luck I seem to be having. Apparently, I broke a mirror and somehow forgot.
“Hands off Skull.”
“Shit no, haven’t seen a piece this fine in months. What’s your name chica?” He asks my back. I didn’t want to turn around. That doesn’t seem to matter; he wraps his arms around my stomach and pulls me onto his lap.
I take a breath and put my hands on his to pry them away from my stomach.
“Let me up stud, I think you have me confused here.” I said, trying to joke my way out of this.
“No way Mamacita, you and me are going to get better acquainted.”
Okay well bright side, I now knew unequivocally that I was not a slut. Why? Because Skull or whatever, was a damn fine good looking man, but he was still creeping me out. His dark hair was shaggy, but in a way you just knew he didn’t try but still looked like a runway model for Calvin Klein. His eyes were brown not dark like Dragon’s but shiny and sparkly. He had an indention on his jaw that was sexy and a slight scar above his right eyebrow. He was a walking dream man and he was doing nothing for me, except annoying me.
When he started laughing and a few others joined in I looked around. Shit was this place full of bikers? Skull had brought three other men in with him. Was this more of Dragon’s crew? Hell I needed to get out of here, maybe even move back home at this point.
“Let her up Skull. She’s Dragon’s property,” Irish said, his voice had moved from easy going to so still and dark it sent chills. Then his words hit me.
Dragon’s property?!?!?
Irish’s words seem to make Skull’s arms wrap tighter around me, so tight that for a minute it hurts. I’m getting upset by this point, for a number of reasons. First and foremost though, I want out of this man’s arms. I want out of this bar before Dragon decides to come back and most importantly I want to be lock up nice and tight at home away from the crazies that apparently were thicker than molasses in this damned town.
“I don’t see a damned stamp on her.” Skull growls and he yanked my hair hard to look at the back of my neck.
I wince at the pain. I can feel the sting and breathe in to stop the water from gathering in my eyes. That’s it. I’ve had enough. Who did this ass think he was?
I relax my body to catch him off guard. When his arm loosens against me enough to allow it, I move to the side with a flirty smile. I can see the disapproval on Irish’s face as he catches my ass wiggling on Skull’s lap. Skull’s hard and obviously packing but the feel of him leaves me disgusted. I don’t let that show though, playing the part, I slide down his lap and turn so I can move my hand down his chest. I’m good at playing the dumb blonde. It’s come in handy over the years. Hell it worked with Dragon before I became a whore! When I catch Skull’s grin and the way he is sizing up my breasts, I almost roll my eyes. Seriously men are just too predictable.
“What’s your name little girl?”
“Nicole.” I’m trying to make my voice sound breathless. That’s not hard to do, since I’m pretty much panicking. I’ve got to get out of this damned bar before Dragon makes it back in.
“Nicole, huh? I like that sweet one. How about we get better acquainted?”
Ugh, seriously?
“What do you have in mind?” I ask slowly moving my hand down his chest. Another couple of inches and I’m going to twist his balls so tight maybe one of them will pop and the blood can go back to his brain which is obviously deprived.
“Nicole, get your fucking hands off him.”
Oh fuck. My hand immediately stops. Damn it all to hell. I go to get up and I can’t step away because Neanderthal man has gone back to holding me tight. I release an aggravated breath and then because at least I now have moving room, whereas I didn’t before, I bring my elbow hard back into his solar plexus. He immediately lets go and I get up.
“What the fuck?”
“That’s for pulling my damn hair and grabbing my ass!”
“Nicole, get over here now,” Dragon ordered. He didn’t yell, but his voice was cold and deadly. A smarter woman would have obeyed. I have never been particularly smart though, especially when it comes to men.
“Will you quit ordering me around like some damned lap dog?” I huff. I turn to the bar and untie the small pocket like apron I have around my waist.
“Get your damned ass over here before I smack it.”
Did he really just say that?
I’m not sure why it surprises me at this point, but it does.
“Seems to me Dragon la amiga doesn’t want shit to do with you.”
“Fuck off Skull, what the hell you doin’ in my club uninvited anyway motherfucker?”
“Right now enjoying the scenery,” Skull replies.
“She’s hands off,” Dragon growls, and I really need to stop liking the way he growls damn it!
“Didn’t see your mark on her and she seemed to warm up to me pretty damn quick compadre. I’m thinking I’m about to get my hands all over her.”
Skull’s men start laughing and as annoying as that was Dragon manages to top it.
“She belongs to the club.”
Now I have been pretty calm all things considered. I mean if you set aside the mild freak out I had after boinking the hot ass scary biker dude, I have been calm. I was even ignoring being talked about like I wasn’t in the room. But having it announced that I was the club’s property? After I had already set his ass straight on that shit? Oh hell no.
“She can talk for herself,” I say finally. I am feeling a hundred different things, and wasn’t too sure how to deal with it all. So instead of trying to sift through it, I decide to grab hold of the one thing that fucked with my head the most.
“Nicole.” Dragon said and even I could hear the warning in his voice. Any other time I might have listened, but not now.
I look down at Skull.
“What the fuck is this mark thing you keep talking about?”
Skull smiles, and he might be good looking, but that smile is scary shit. This man is dark, cold and scary.
“Dragon here likes to mark his personal bitches. He puts the club symbol on their neck. You girl, don’t have that mark, so I figure you’re fair game. I’m not much for loose pussy, but for you? I’ll make an exception. I don’t even care if you are Club pussy.
“Why would you think I was club pussy?” I ask, oh but I knew. I knew and the knowledge was twisting sour in my gut. I was an idiot.
“Dragon just said you belonged to the club.” The emphasis was on club. Not Dragon, but the club. Skull knew my reaction and the way his grin spread made me physically ill. He knew what he was doing. He knew that would cut, he knew he was twisting the knife. It wasn’t so much to get at me. It was more to upset Dragon. I understood that, but it didn’t change th
ings.
“Nicole get your ass over here now,” Dragon orders. I saw the guy that was with him earlier go around and stand in front of Skull. I walked the opposite way, going towards the door, while giving Dragon a wide berth.
“Nicole.”
“Fuck you, Dragon. I told you before I’m not ever going to be a club chew toy.”
I stopped in front of the door when a thought occurred to me.
“Was that what we did in there? Were you trying me out to see if I would live up to the stable you already have?” I yell out.
Had I been of my right mind, I would have been mortified. I would have noticed how horribly quiet the room went and the way we had become the center of attention. Thankfully, that didn’t hit me—at least not right then. I was more mortified that possibly the single best sexual moment I would ever encounter in my life had really been just a try out for being community pussy!
“Woman, stop your yammering.”
“My yammering…What the hell does that even mean? I can’t believe you! You asshole! I gave myself to you. I gave you the green light. I didn’t give myself to your buddies. I don’t want your buddies. I wasn’t thinking about anyone’s hands on me but you and the whole time you were planning on me just giving out to anyone in your fucking club? If you want to give me away, then fuck you. Go back to your Twinkies.”
“Woman we had an hour in a freaking back room, not a honeymoon. Now get your fucking ass over here.”
If he had slapped me it couldn’t have hurt more. What was worse was he was right. He was totally right. I was acting illogical and completely irrational. It was two strangers hooking up in a back room of a seedy bar. It hurt but it was the truth, and Dragon was absolutely right. I didn’t tell him that however. I’d cry on Dani’s shoulder later. I decided instead to score a point the best I could and be done.
“I think you’re overestimating it there stud. You didn’t last fifteen minutes let alone an hour.”
I delivered my verbal barb, feeling a little bit better when Skull’s laughter rang out loud. I could even hear Dragon’s own man laughing to my left.
Dragon said nothing but I could feel the anger vibrating from him. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound and all that.
“I’m out of here Irish. I’ll see you Friday.”
“Yeah alright Friday,” Irish said, laughing enough it distorted his words. I could see a muscle jump in Dragon’s jaw.
I turned to go and stopped at the door when Dragon called out again.
“You walk out that door woman and we got problems.”
I didn’t turn around.
“It was a fifteen minute hook up in the back of a bar Dragon. We don’t have anything.”
I thought it was a good parting line. Aces really, so I pushed the door open and left this horrible night behind.
Chapter 7
Dragon
I watched her leave and wanted to go spank her ass. Women didn’t talk back to me like that. Hell none had even tried. Nicole was going to be a spitfire to try and tame. I feel a certain amount of exhilaration at the thought. Still, I couldn’t show weakness in front of Skull or his men. If he thought Nicole was special he’d sail down on that shit like a fucking vulture.
So I shrugged when she left and relaxed the tension in my body. I’d be dealing with Nicole soon enough. I didn’t exactly know how, but I would. I walk over to Skull’s table and stop.
“I asked what the fuck you are doing on my turf unannounced Skull. You and me, we got an agreement. You and the Devil’s Fire stay out of our way and we’ll stay out of yours. You going to start going back on that shit maybe I need to rethink letting you use my town to get from Red River to run your shit.”
“Just stopping by for a drink, surely old friends can do that ey?”
Smarmy motherfucker! We’re not friends. He’d fuckin’ slit my throat if he got the chance and I wasn’t too far behind that my own damn self, especially after seeing his hands on Nicole. Skull was a waste of air.
“Deal was, you stay off Savage property and we let you use our road. That was the extent of the deal. No fuckin’ thing else exists between us asshole.”
I have to admit I enjoyed the flash of hate that came over Skull’s face. At least the feeling was real. I could deal with real. Not this fake shit he was trying to blow up my ass? I ain’t got time for that.
“There’s a nasty rumor going around Dragon.”
I yank a seat out and sit down. It looks like this shit was going to take awhile. Nicole would get away with her shit for now.
“Not in fuckin’ junior high Skull. Don’t have any idea about fucking rumors.”
“Fine, I’ll lay it out for you.”
“Finally!”
Skulls’ jaw clamps down and I can almost hear his teeth grinding.
“Word has it that you’re letting the Kings traffic their merchandise in this area, for a cut.”
“Word would be wrong.”
“Have it on good authority, your man Twist was brokering el trato with them just last week. That does not work for me Dragon. I have been paying your fees. You going behind my back man, we have problemas.”
“Are we havin’ this discussion?” I growl, because now I’m pissed. For several reasons but the majority of them have to do with the man in front of me.
He looks straight at me and doesn’t back down, which isn’t good. That means this fucker truly believes what he is saying.
“Don’t have a deal with the Kings, haven’t even talked to the motherfuckers. You had my word on this before. That’s not good enough perhaps you and I have problems. Don’t appreciate the disrespect.”
Skull nods. I feel Crusher moving closer to my back.
“Got no problem with you man as long as our deal is straight up, I hear things though.”
“What things?”
“Not packing tales Dragon, like you said, it is not junior high. You just might want to reel in your boys though. That’s all I got to say.”
“I handle my men. You hear shit to the otherwise, then you be a man and speak up other wise shut the hell up and get out of my club.”
Skull slams his hand down and rakes a bottle onto the floor. I hear it break but I keep my face cold as stone. He didn’t intimidate me; I have faced fuckers harder than him for years. Still, I couldn’t back down from this even if there was a chance that Skull was telling the truth. You can’t show any weak spots to an enemy. In this world that’s the quickest way to die.
“Your ass man, I was trying to do you a solid. It will not happen again. Don’t worry about if I am a man, hermano. I’ll make sure your new el gatito knows this up close and personal.”
He got up and slaps me goodbye on my shoulder. I want to rip his arms off for even thinking about Nicole and for touching me. I didn’t though. I remain expressionless and choke the need for violence down. No weaknesses! That was my world.
Crusher waited until Skull and his crew had left then took a seat. Didn’t take a minute and Irish was in the other seat. They knew as well as I did, Skull had to know something or he never would have come into my territory.
“Should we talk to Twist? Find out what the fuck is going on?” Crush asked.
“Not wise.” Irish spoke up and I agreed, but remained quiet.
“Why the fuck not,” Crush asked. He had a history with betrayal, I knew this shit would hit way too close to home for him.
“Because if this shit is true, we are just letting him know he’s been found out. No, we have to figure this shit out first.” I explained.
“He’s a brother. Shouldn’t we go to him directly? We owe him more than taking a fuck face like Skull’s word over one of our own.”
I agree with Crush to a point, but the truth was I knew Skull well enough to know he wouldn’t put the word out unless he could back it up. I had known Twist for awhile, but I couldn’t lie. There was a lot about the man I didn’t like. There was a reason I had never promoted him into a position in the club. He joi
ned up about the same time as Bull. They had served a term in the military together. Bull came across as a straight shooter, but Twist? Well he lived up to his name at times. Twisted shit up a hundred ways before it finally fell into place. If Skull said he had heard talk, then yeah, he had more than heard it.
“Get Bull, Hawk and Gunner together, have them meet up with us at the shed tomorrow. Keep it quiet. We’ll have a vote.”
Crush nodded. Irish was Irish. He didn’t say shit, but he was with me.
I had hoped that would be the end of it and I’d get out of here. I should have known better.
“So?”
“Shut it Irish.”
“I’m just saying she seems like a firecracker. Maybe more trouble than she’s worth.”
Undoubtedly, the word popped to mind at the same time my dick jerked at the thought of her again.
“Hell I like a woman with spirit. If Dragon ain’t up to it, I’ll take her off his hands in a heartbeat.”
“You want to keep your hands then you keep them the fuck away from her,” I order.
Nicole might have thought I wanted to share her. Hell I can’t even deny that I hadn’t thought about it initially. I had done that before with some of my brothers, and it never bothered me. Yet when I had seen Nicole’s hands on Skull and that son of a bitch looking at her tits. I could have easily choked the life out of the asshole. Yeah there would be no sharing Nicole, at least not until I worked the bitch out of my system.
“Whoa you’re sounding awful territorial there brother,” Crush said, watching me closely. Crush and I had a long history. It went deep. He knew me inside and out. He could tell this was different. I didn’t want to talk about that shit though. This wasn’t some kind of Steel Magnolia’s moment when we would start acting like a bunch of pansy assed bitches, gushing about feelings. I wanted Nicole. That’s all I needed to concentrate on right now.
“Fuck off,” I return only half joking. “I’m out boys. See you tomorrow. Crush you and me will leave early to get to the shed.”
I didn’t look back. I didn’t wait for them to reply. I had one thing on my mind and I know they knew what it was and I didn’t need to see their smart assed faces mocking me.
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