“I have to tell you what happened with 2 Piece,” I sigh dramatically and go into detail about everything that had gone down. “I can’t believe you got that I was so upset from just a few words on the phone. You’re good, you.” I wink and he shakes his head, his gaze stern.
“No. Cain called first. I was on my way, and then you call too.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, shit fucked up,” he mutters earnestly and it peaks my interest.
“What’s going on?” I try to come off nonchalantly with a breezy attitude. Hopefully, he won’t think I’m being too nosey and he’ll tell me. I know he had business here, but I have no clue what it is.
“I do not know. First, I teach 2 Piece manners, and then I speak to their leader.” He treks past me to the door and I practically run to keep up with his powerful legs.
I’m clapping inside because I can’t wait to see Niko punch 2 Piece. Fucker wants to hurt me; I’ll get my best friend to teach him not to be so rude to me. 2 and I could’ve worked everything out just fine without Ares, but he chose to take off and get with who knows who. This club will get a nice little taste of drama, and it’ll take a while for him to forget about me.
“Where is Cain?” Niko asks the cute guy on the couch.
If it wasn’t for the nasty gash-like marks on his tummy, his stomach would be phenomenal. He could’ve been a model before he mutilated himself. He doesn’t look like he’s a biker. I wonder if maybe he did that stuff to himself to get into the club.
I bet you have to do some crazy shit to join. The brothers I saw earlier in the garage were all good-looking, but also had a sinister kink to them.
The guy appears surprised when Niko speaks to him. “Oh, um, they’ll be out in just a minute. Are you Niko?”
“Yes,” he scoffs.
Geez, you can tell Niko’s pissed; he’s normally very friendly when he meets someone for the first time. My fluffy man-kitten is strutting around with his chest out like a blond bear about to pounce. I want to feel sorry for 2 Piece, but I’m not quite there yet.
Right as the guy answers Niko, the door opens and out walk a group of huge bikers. Fuck, do they eat steroids in their oatmeal every morning here? I feel like they should be on a beach commercial for board shorts instead of leather.
They look mean, but they’re hot as fuck. I wonder if I turned on some Beach Boys’ songs, if these bikers would strip down to their underwear and play some backyard football. I could use a good show.
As soon as 2 Piece comes through the door, Niko’s on him. Niko snatch’s his shirt by the neck and slams 2 into the wall behind him. He stretches the shirt material out as 2 Piece’s chest and shoulder muscles contract, ready to defend himself. Niko’s biceps bulge as he prepares to rain destruction with his fists.
“Hey, man, what the fuck?” 2 Piece shouts in surprise. His arms shoot up in a placating gesture.
Niko growls down at him. “You upset Bean; I hurt you,” he snarls ferociously and lets loose a solid body shot right into 2 Piece’s stomach.
“Son of a bitch!” 2 roars and it appears as if they may kill each other.
Ares and Prez quickly move into action and attempt to separate them.
Ah…witnessing 2 Piece getting hit hurts me inside. I didn’t think it would affect me this way. Fuck, I hope he’s okay. I can’t believe I was such a fool to let Niko hurt him.
Who am I kidding? I don’t let him do anything. He’s powerful enough to do anything he wants to. I try to move closer to Nikoli.
“N-no, Niko, please, just stop. I’m sorry I got you so upset, but don’t hurt him anymore.” I plead with Niko but manage to stay out of their way.
They’re men and I’m not stupid enough to jump into the middle of something like this. I could get hit and that would hurt immensely with these big, burly men. They both feel as if they have something to prove to each other at this point. Niko will want to show that he’ll defend his friends and 2 Piece, that he won’t be disrespected in his club in front of his brothers.
God, what have I done? I may have just gotten one of them killed. I’m such a damn fool.
Niko begins to calm down and takes a step back after getting a decent hit in. His head held high, proud Russian cheekbones flushed, he stood up for me and is strutting as if he’s an ancient warrior.
The brothers relax; dropping their arms and take a step back from blocking the two angry men.
“I don’t fucking think so, Russian.” 2 declares, pissed off and rushes toward Nikoli. He tackles Niko around the waist and they go flying to the floor in a heap of flailing arms and legs, attempting to get in the better position.
I can’t see. Fuck, I don’t know what’s going on. Ugh, there are too many bikers around them.
I raise my voice amongst the chaos, hoping to be heard and helped. “Move, somebody stop them, damn it. They’re going to kill each other, please. Niko! 2 Piece!” I shove against some tall biker to try to get him out of my way. He spins around and glares down at me.
I glance up and am met with one steel-grey iris and one sapphire blue iris. He looks straight up evil. He snarls and I duck beside a different biker.
These fuckers are going to let Niko and 2 kill each other. I see Cain and head over to him as fast as I can. “Please, Cain, please get them. Niko will hurt him,” I declare desperately, and pull on Cain’s massive arm.
He smirks down at me. “Look, Avery, I step in and attempt to separate them in a bit, but you have to let them tire each other out for a few minutes, babe. I’m not about to get hit or some dumb shit.” He shoulders me off and faces back toward the fight, effectively blocking my view again.
Fucking bikers!
“Ah!” I let loose a high-pitched scream and I swear it’s like a freeze button. Everyone turns toward me and halts, staring at me with wide eyes. 2 Piece and Niko are wrapped around each other on the floor peering over at me like I just got stabbed or something.
“Please,” I whimper.
Niko stands up, adjusts his clothes and holds his hand out to 2 to help him up. 2 Piece looks at it for a second, glancing at Nikoli’s face, then takes it and stands up. His nose is bleeding badly; it’s swollen with a greenish purple hue and Niko has a cut above his eyebrow. He looks handsome but flushed. I’m sure their faces are going to be black and blue tomorrow.
Great, just fucking awesome.
I had no idea I’d be so conflicted inside about either of them getting hurt. I never guessed my stomach would be in knots and I would want to puke. I figured Niko would punch 2 Piece one good time and yell at him, then that would be the end of it.
I didn’t think they’d roll around on the ground like wild savages attempting to kill each other, while everyone stood around watching like it’s cable TV. Fucking dicks.
“Y’all are a bunch of fucking dicks, for letting them beat the shit out of each other,” I spit angrily witnessing the two people I care so deeply for, injured and no one stopped it.
My muscles begin to tingle and feel like Jell-O, my adrenaline starting to crash. I wrap my arms in front of me, trying to ward off the sudden chill I feel spread through my body. My eyes begin to fill with tears.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jerk-offs got me ready to cry. Just great, I swear. I turn toward the hall and rush to the bathroom. I refuse to cry or puke in front of a room full of men.
Shutting the door quickly, I check through the room as I make my way to the sink. Not bad, it’s all grey and boring but clean. Everything in this clubhouse is grey it seems: the concrete floors, the walls, the metal separators between the toilets, and the outside of the building—all of it. If it wasn’t for the bar being oak and the couches being black leather, I’d suspect they’re all color-blind.
Grasping the counter tightly, I stare into the mirror. I can’t believe I’m spending the day locked in bathrooms. Thank God I didn’t attempt to wear makeup today. That would’ve been a massive disaster with all of my bawling I seem to be doing.
Taking in my tearstai
ned face once again, I shake my head in disgust at myself. Well, you found him after all Avery, and fucked it up all over again. I cup my hands and wash my face once more, as I let the hot tears stream down my cheeks and chin, coating my skin in saltiness.
Chapter 5
2 Piece
“What the fuck is your problem, motherfucker?” I glower toward Niko, panting.
This idiot just jumped me for no fucking reason, and I’m about five seconds from putting a bullet in him if he doesn’t have a legit reason for it.
“Me? You must be kidding, biker. You treat Avery like whore, then question me for defending her. I will crush you, you little Oath fuck,” he barks and I have to stop myself before I cause a rift between us and the Russians, due to me killing him.
“Treat her like a whore?” I reply incredulously. “I’ve never treated her like some fucking whore, you Russian twat. It was a goddamn misunderstanding and she freaked the fuck out before we could talk about it like rational adults. I didn’t know you were her personal guard dog. Does she fuck you to pay you too?” I snap back, glaring in anger.
I thought these two were over with a long time ago, before we first hooked up. Now this fool’s here acting like she’s his girl and shit. Do they still fuck? She told me it was only me now. She better not be lying, I don’t fuck with liars or druggies. Dealt with that shit too much growing up; I won’t go back there again.
“Pay me with fuck? No, you horse ass, she is hung up on biker dick from what I hear. Now who is going to tell me why I was called?” He turns his shoulder from me and gazes at the brothers.
I swear to Christ, if he responds sarcastically one more time I’m going to throat punch this motherfucker. I may be smaller than his ass by about two inches, but that makes me the perfect height to hit him low. I’m not some bitch; around here you earn your respect. The brothers are friendly and shit, but you have to prove yourself that you won’t take shit from nobody.
“You telling me that she called you, upset about some shit and you drove over here to threaten me? All because she’s hung up on me? She knows this is just a good time, it’s always been that way.”
This woman is going to be the damn death of me, just watch. I knew she wouldn’t be able to separate this after so long. She’s a woman, and women tend to get attached more quickly than men. I’m not going to lie; I have some feelings for her too.
I didn’t realize we were going to start to move in this direction though. I mean, Christ, she lives in a whole other state. Figures I’d pick a bitch to start having feelings for and she’d live sixteen hours away.
I’m going to have to talk to her about this. I need to find out what her true feelings are for me and if I want to give it a go with her. It’s been a long time since I had a chick to call my own. After earlier though, I don’t know if she can even handle this lifestyle.
“Yes. That is what I said. Any good vodka here?” he asks, friendly now, and just like that, Niko has moved past this fiasco.
I on the other hand…it’s just starting to sink in. It’s hitting me like a kick to the nuts. I mean, Avery’s a good girl. She’s fun, smart, gorgeous, and I like being around her. She’s been right in front of me this whole time and I never even noticed what could be.
I’ll have to show her I can be what she wants. But what does she even want? I know fucking next to nothing about what she desires or cares about. I’m a damn idiot. I’ve got to get my head out of my ass or she’s going to pass me right on by.
I gesture to the bar. “Yeah, man, there’s vodka.” I nod at the prospect, and he rushes over to the bar to get Niko his tumbler of Absolute on the rocks.
“Hey, Scratch, get me a beer too,” Ares pipes up, and I fix my clothes.
I always forget this dude’s name. Hell, I was called prospect the entire time until I got patched, so it won’t hurt ‘em.
Pull yourself together and find her.
“Thank you, biker.” Niko sits at the bar and takes a sip.
The prospect nods, face full of shaggy hair, and hands Ares his bottle of Budweiser as well.
“I’m going to go check on Avery, make sure she’s straight,” I grumble and pat down my shirt. I can feel it’s stiff with blood in certain spots. At least it’s a black shirt..
“She was sad. I do not like her sad; fix it, 2 Piece.”
I roll my eyes at Nikoli and he smirks. This Russian is going to be a pain in my ass.
Heading toward the hallway, I go searching her out. I don’t even know what to say to make it any better. I probably shouldn’t start with something like, ‘Hey, sorry you got your friend on me to kick my ass.’
I feel bad, and I know I can be a dickhead, but I don’t roll over either.
Once I come to the locked bathroom door, I place my ear against it and I can hear her sniffles through the thin wood. The muscles in my stomach clench, knowing that I need to do some major ass kissing. I can’t believe Shorty’s in there crying over me right now. I must actually mean something to her.
How did this shit spin out of control? It went from us having fun, to both of us storming away, to getting into a fight and making her cry. I can’t stand drama, and this is turning right straight into drama fucking city.
“Shorty, come on; open the door, babe.” I rest by forearms on the doorframe and speak against the wood so she can hear me and I don’t have to yell.
She sniffles then she blows her nose.
“No,” she utters softly, stubbornly.
There’s my feisty girl. She’s upset but still her normal stubborn ass. Good, make me beg, babe. I deserve it right now.
“Come on, free bird, open up,” I pry a little louder this time.
“No, and stop calling me pet names,” she hiccups and I chuckle to myself. She’s fucking adorable, giving me stomach flutters and shit, not just in my nuts.
“Open this fuckin’ door, Avery Marie, or I’ll bust it the fuck down. You don’t want me breaking any doors right now either, baby. I’m already all spun the fuck out from that bullshit your boy put me through in there in front of my brothers. Pissing me off any more is not the right way to go about this. I came over here to check on you and apologize; don’t start up no more shit,” It leaves me in a growl.
Just as I’m about to start pounding on the door, I hear a small click and the door cracks open. I peek through the small sliver and see her face is red, blotchy, and tearstained, her nose swollen as well.
“Okay, geesh,” she murmurs, backing away from the door.
I push through and lock the door again behind me. My heart hurts for her right now. I hate seeing her upset like this.
“Shorty.” I cringe and pull her to my chest. I’m such a fucking piece of shit to make her cry like this.
She sniffles and wipes her nose with her hand. She’s so damn sweet, and I can’t help but look at her differently after my revelation earlier. I’m an asshole and need to make this better with her.
“It’s okay; I’m fine,” she mumbles and clears her throat, but she isn’t close to being fine. She’s all down and out.
“Shit, Shorty, I’m not dumb enough to not know what fine actually means when it comes to a woman. You’re upset, and I’m a dick. You made your point clear, now talk to me so we can fix this.”
She leans back a little and gazes up at me with those wide, honey eyes that warm me inside. “Umm, you mean w-we can fix this? I thought you’d be hating me right about now and kicking me out of the club.”
“Nah, Shorty. I couldn’t hate you ‘cause you freaked and weren’t comfortable. I didn’t grasp that we weren’t on that level or I never would’ve called Ares in to have some fun with us.”
“What do you mean with us?” She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.
“You know, join in. I thought it would bring you more pleasure, having the two of us. I’d never ask him, if I didn’t already trust him and know he would respect you.”
“Wait, you did that for me? You weren’t trying to pass me aro
und to your brothers?” Her eyes widen in surprise and I scrunch up my face.
Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Of course, she would get that impression. She doesn’t know how everything works in the club.
“What the actual fuck? Hell, no, baby. My brothers don’t touch shit unless we agree or say it’s cool. Ares and I are good when it comes to that sort of thing, so I don’t mind him. I wouldn’t invite any other brothers in with us.”
“You wanted to have a threesome with me and Ares? Shit, I’m an idiot,” she shakes her head, rubbing her temples
“Yeah, Avery, I would never pass you off like that. You’re not some club whore and I would never treat you as one. I have way too much respect for ya’, babe.”
She beams a bright smile at me and I return it with one of my own. She’s so damn gorgeous, just that smile alone turns me on.
“I’m sorry I flipped out and locked myself in your bathroom. I know you would never hurt me. I was just really confused and hurt.”
“It’s all good, Shorty, I’m sorry for not sticking around and making sure you were straight earlier.” I tuck her in tight against my chest. I love how she feels against me, in my arms. Inhaling deeply, I smell her sweet, girly-smelling hair. “Damn, baby, you bring your own shampoo this time?”
“Yeah, I always steal yours when I visit, so I brought mine this time.” She grins cheekily.
“I like my smell on you though,” I grumble as I take her mouth with mine. She tips her face up eagerly and returns my kiss.
Her lips are needy and it spurs me on more. Palming her left breast, I tweak her nipple. She has me all turned up and ready for her with only one kiss.
“Mm…2, I want you. Just you right now, maybe Ares can join us another time? As long as it’s together and not me with him, alone,” she whispers breathlessly, and I want to eat her up. She’s absolutely intoxicating.
“Yeah, Avery, you got me, Shorty.” My hands skim over her curves, until I reach the button on her shorts.
I unclasp them and shove the material down with eagerness. Kissing her once, quick and hard, I pull back and spin her around. Then I push her toward the counter and sinks, putting pressure on her back until she bends over.
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