Whiskey: Ruthless Bastards (RBMC Book 1)

by Chelsea Handcock

  Cinny wasn’t at the bar when she got out there, but Reagan was. At least there was one friendly face in the group that tried to stare her down. A couple of Brothers were sitting around, and Addy noticed two other women. None of them looked happy to see her. Making her way to the bar, she sat down right in front of Reagan.

  When Reagan set down a drink in front of her without saying a word, Addy smiled. That smile quickly faded when Reagan just walked away. She and Reagan had been friends since kindergarten, her snub hurt worse than Tuck's disapproval. Addy had had enough.

  “Reagan what’s going on, did I do something to piss you off? Does me being here bother you? Would you rather I left or stayed in Whisk’s room away from the Brothers and others?” Addy asked loudly, indicating the people behind her with a sweep of her hand.

  Reagan turned around to face her, but her expression was blank. There was no welcoming smile or anything friendly about the other woman’s stance.

  “No, you’re fine, Whisk claimed you, and you have more right to be here than most of the women in the room.”

  Okay, so she still wasn’t going to tell her what had crawled up her ass and what was all this bullshit about her having more rights than any of the other women in the room.

  “Why do I have more right to be here than anyone else?”

  “Shit, Addy, why won’t you drop it? You don’t know all the rules yet, so let me clue you in Old Ladies and Puppets do not mix. We don’t talk to each other and we don’t hang out with each other, period.”

  Addy was stunned at what Reagan was saying, she didn’t understand. She didn’t care about a person’s so-called title, it didn’t make a damn bit of a difference, and until Whiskey claimed her, it hadn’t been an issue. She and Reagan had been friends forever, and in Addy’s mind, no matter what, that would never change.

  “And why is that, Reagan? Why would someone I have considered a friend for the last twenty years suddenly be someone I don’t associate with because Aiden said some words that mean nothing beyond this Club?”

  “Damn, you really don’t get it, you’re an Old Lady now Addy, and I am a Club whore. I sleep with the men here that want me, and I don’t have a problem with it. I fuck them, suck them, and let them do whatever they want to my body. It doesn’t matter if they are in a relationship or freakin married if they want me I spread my legs. Get me, I would do it without question or even taking your feelings into consideration.”

  Addy would have believed her except Reagan had tears in her eyes. She also knew for a fact that Reagan hadn’t been with any other man in the Club except for Tank. She loved him, and the twisted bastard used that to his advantage, leading Reagan on for years, only to hurt her over and over again. Addy also knew there was more going on here than what Reagan was saying; she was warning her, but also stepping back from their friendship because of some line drawn between Puppets and Old Ladies.

  “Okay, Rea. If you can answer two questions truthfully, I will do what you want and stay on my side of the proverbial fence. The first question is, how many Brothers have you slept with, or had any kind of sexual contact with?” Reagan started to answer, but Addy held up her hand stopping her. “The second question is, are you my friend or have I imagined that for the last two decades?”

  “Shit, Addy you still just don’t get it, those questions don’t matter. It doesn’t matter that Tank is the only Brother I have been with, if he said I was open to the rest of the Brothers tomorrow, I would have to be with them. It also doesn’t matter that we have been friends all our lives, we aren’t the same, never have been its time you accepted that.”

  Shit, right about now, Addy wanted to nut check Tank into next week. The bastard was playing a major mind fuck on her friend, and she didn’t like it one bit. She was saved from having to say anything else, Cinny had finally decided to show up.

  “Hey, Rea, I don’t know what that stuff is spewing from your mouth, sister, but I am the Head Puppet, and if Addy is down for treating me like she always has, then I’m all for it. I don’t know where you're getting your information from, but I look at it this way, as long as I stay off Whiskey’s dick, then Addy and me don’t have a single problem, wouldn’t you agree?”

  Addy just nodded her head, but Cinny was far from done.

  “Unless she invites me into the action, then we could have some real fun.” To press her point, Cinny grabbed onto Addy’s boobs and pushed them up further. “Damn, girl, I have some great taste in clothes, don’t I? I always wondered what you would look like a little slutted up.”

  Reagan's face was red and her eyes were glossy with tears. More was going on here then the division of Old Ladies and Puppets. Addy laughed at Cinny and pushed her hands away.

  “Oh, no way, sister, I don’t think I could keep up with your moves, and damn, but I believe you might ruin me for all men if you ever got your hands on me.” It was a joke, Addy was one hundred percent into dick, well at least one dick.

  Speaking of the man, she saw him walking her way, and she had to force herself not to lick her lips. Damn, he was fine, and the way he was looking at her, blatantly scoping out her body, not caring what she or anyone else thought, turned her the hell on. She should hate him, she should turn away, shit, she should do anything but what she was doing, imagining him naked, laid out in front of her like in her dream, but she couldn’t do anything but stare.

  Whiskey walked right up to her, grabbed her ponytail, and pulled, forcing her to look right into his eyes. Then his mouth crashed down on hers. She was so shocked, she gasped, opening her mouth a little, and that was all the invitation the man needed. He devoured her, tongue, teeth, and lips. He tasted of coffee and chocolate, and Addy couldn’t get enough, giving as good as she got. She should have cared that people were standing around watching them, but she didn’t. When he grabbed her butt with his free hand and pulled her closer, Addy moaned at the contact of his rock-hard cock.

  She craved him, wanted him with a passion she had never felt before. She had loved this man, even wanted him, but now she needed him. So much so, she was almost willing to take him right there in front of everyone. He messed with her mind so much, she didn’t know if she was coming or going. The bastard stopped the kiss as quickly as he started it, squeezing her ass, then letting her go.

  “Missed you last night, Babe, won’t happen again. The boys and I are going on a run, won’t be back for a couple of hours. Be ready for me, and Cinny, she is mine, hands off,” he said with a wink. Then he slapped her ass and walked away, leaving her panting and breathless at the same time; how the hell was that even possible?

  “Damn, girl, I think I might need to change my panties after that little show, it was H-O-T!” Cinny declared. Addy was too embarrassed, and honestly, she didn’t have enough breath in her lungs to respond for a few seconds.

  “Yeah!” she exhaled; she sure she had that dreamy, stars-in-her-eyes look on her face. Damn it, what the hell. She didn’t do dreamy, breathless or starry-eyed for anyone. Well, at least she never had before, shit.

  “Okay, come along my little protégé, time to learn the tricks of the trade. Rea, you’ll help, too. This won’t be a one-woman job,” Cinny laughed. Reagan reluctantly followed them. Addy didn’t know where they were going at first, but quickly figured out it was to the kitchen.

  “Oh, my God, do you people cook in here? It’s just as bad as the rest of the place.” There were dishes with dried food and other gross stuff all over the place. The floor, which Addy assumed might be an off-white, looked more dingy brown. If she looked beyond the dishes and trash, the appliances, all looked new, but dirty; if cleaned, the place would be a cook’s dream. Right now, she just wanted to get the hell out of there because, damn, it smelled.

  “Okay,” Cinny laughed, “lesson one, overgrown boys do not do dishes, laundry, or cook. They also do not take out the trash without being asked or bribed. Club women don’t look at anything beyond getting dick and trying to figure out how to tie said dick to them. It is yo
ur job as the only Old Lady on premises to fix that little problem. You, my dear, are now the Puppet Master,” Cinny proclaimed, complete with a curtsy English Royalty would be proud of.

  Addy just blinked, she didn’t know what to do or say. What the hell was she supposed to do about this mess? The whole Club was a mess, and somehow, because Whiskey claimed her, she was expected to fix it. Hell, no. She went to walk right back out the door when Cinny grabbed her arm.

  “No, No, No, Missy, this is your mess now. You said the words, and baby, that makes you the boss. The boys are out on a run, they will be gone for several hours. We have until then to get this place cleaned up and food on the table.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me! What is this, the 1950s? I mean, seriously, aren’t all these men former military, don’t they know how to clean up after themselves? I know for a fact that even a monkey can wash a fucking dish, I saw it on YouTube. What the hell, you can’t tell me that Cathy put up with this crap, she would have shot anyone who told her that her place was in the kitchen, serving the men.”

  “Ah, see that is where you are wrong, an Old Lady’s job is to serve her man and the Club. This shit wouldn’t be like this if Cathy were around. Shit, it’s only this bad right now because Reagan can’t do it all herself and I’ve been gone a month, and it looks like the other bitches haven’t even lifted a finger to help out, not to mention the Prospects. The boys have gotten lazy thinking the women would take care of shit. Well, I’m here to tell you that shit doesn’t happen without someone cracking the whip, and sweetheart, you need to slap that ass into some leather because you’re the one that will wield that whip, understand?”

  Addy didn’t understand, but, hell, when in Rome.

  “Okay, so, I just need to tell people what to do, and they will do it because Whiskey said I was his Old Lady?”

  Cinny, and this time Reagan, laughed so hard, both of them were having a hard time standing up.

  “Damn,” Cinny said, “this is going to be fun. The first rule of business, you need to empty the Club of anyone not willing to help. With the guys gone, we have two Prospects on guard duty and two in the building; those two will help. We also have the other two Puppets, Bambi and Flo, here. Those two will fight you, but this is your battle, you need to show them you are in charge, and they can’t mess with you. I’ll let you figure out how to do that.

  “There are some hanger-ons out there, some of them good chicks, a few not so much; if they won’t help, make them leave. I’ll make some calls and bring in some reinforcements. No way we can get this place cleaned up by ourselves before the guys get back. My suggestion, you and Reagan take the kitchen, leave the common area and bathrooms to the bitches.”

  Addy gave herself a little pep talk before walking out into the common room. She could do this; the Club was keeping her safe, and she owed them, so if she had to spend the next few hours cleaning, so be it. She didn’t have a problem with hard work. What she did have an issue with was confrontation, she wasn’t any good at it, and it looked like she would be getting a crash course. Shit.

  Addy tried to speak loud enough for everyone to hear her, but no one paid her any attention. She then whistled loudly a couple times, and a couple of the people hanging around looked at her, but quickly dismissed her; that really got her going. Walking over to the bar she noticed an older man with a beer belly and Santa’s beard watching her with a smirk on his face. She walked right up to him and put her hand out. He obliged and helped her get up on the bar.

  Addy leaned back and grabbed a pitcher, filling it with water. The Puppets and hanger-ons were all congregated on one end of the bar. Once she had her vessel filled to the brim, she stood up on the bar and walked over to the girls. Without flourish or warning, she flung the contents of the pitcher right at them. Several started cursing and sputtering, but Addy paid no mind. She finally had the glare of all their eyes on her.

  “Okay, now that I have your attention, I’d like to say a few things.”

  There were several women, but they all looked the same, big boobs, big hair, tight, barely there clothing, and nasty attitudes.

  “And why the hell should we listen to anything you have to say, bitch? You just threw water on all of us. Why don’t you come down here and get what’s coming to you?” The one paying Addy particular attention asked.

  Addy continued like she hadn’t just been threatened with bodily harm.

  “Hi, my name is Addy, many of you know me from town, but what you may or may not know is that I am Whiskey’s Old Lady.”

  “I don’t know about that, little girl,” another big boobed blonde said, “I was with him last night, and he didn’t say anything about having no Old Lady, maybe you got your signals crossed. Fucking one of them don’t make you unique, shit, if that were the case, we would all be special.” The group laughed. Damn, were they really all that stupid? The woman just insulted herself, and she was laughing about it. Addy didn’t even want to think about the comment she made about being with Whiskey.

  “Yeah, well contrary to your wisdom, I am an Old Lady. I’m sure if you asked one of the guys, they would tell you as much.” Addy looked to Santa for a little help, and he didn’t disappoint, nodding his head in acknowledgment of her statement. Addy didn’t know quite how to explain the instant change in their demeanor, it went from slightly pissed to murderous. Seemed being an Old Lady might bring some power, but also a lot of envy and hate. Shit.

  “Okay, here’s the deal, the guys are out for a while, so, for the time being, the party is over. All those wanting to hang around will have to get their hands dirty. This place needs to be cleaned up. If you are not going to help, then I suggest you get the hell out, or Santa over here will escort you from the premises.”

  Addy looked at the man and felt bad, she didn’t even realize she had said the name until it was already out of her mouth. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him apologetically.

  “Not a problem, hon, name’s Blade. Listen up, bitches, you heard the woman, either help or get the fuck out. No time for playing now.”

  Addy didn’t know if it was her little speech or Blade's, but people moved pretty darn quick. What surprised her was that Bambi and Flo were two of the people walking toward the door. Shit, Puppet Master she was not.

  “Bambi, Flo, I suggest you turn your asses around and hunt up a mop. This is your job,” Blade said before Addy could do or say anything more. The two women sneered at her, but went in search of said mop.

  Addy walked down the bar and Blade once again held his hand out to her, helping her down.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem, hon, good job.” With that, he winked, walked down to the end of the bar, and took a seat. Addy knew enough about the MC now to realize Blade would not be participating in their little cleaning party.

  Addy and Reagan had been cleaning the kitchen for a while when a beautiful blonde came in carrying containers of food. She hadn’t ever seen her before, and in a town like Defiance that was odd, everybody knew everyone.

  “Hi, can I help you?”

  “Oh, hey sorry, Cinny called and said you guys might need some help. I’m Katie.” Reagan hugged the woman. Apparently, Addy was the only one that didn’t know the mysterious Katie.

  “Hey girl, thanks, this smells amazing.” Reagan took the foil pan out of Katie’s hands and moved it to the table. Addy had to admit, whatever the woman had brought smelled amazing.

  “Thanks, Rea, there is more in the car. I figured with the Army you feed nightly, I needed to make sure there was more than enough.” The woman was sweet and young, maybe early twenties. She also didn’t look like any of the women that Addy had seen hanging around the MC or the Clubhouse. She was wholesome in a way that made you think of white picket fences and freshly baked cookies.

  Addy was so caught up in her observation, she hadn’t noticed that both Katie and Reagan were staring at her now. Damn, maybe it was all the fumes from the hours of cleaning they had been doing.

>   “Please, forgive my manners. I’m Addison Sinclair, Whiskey’s woman,” Addy said walking up to the young lady. Damn, saying those words out loud felt weird.

  Addy hated lying in any shape or form. From the outside looking in, she was Whiskey’s woman, but that was all there was to it. The chemistry the two of them had was off the charts, but the baggage was almost unbearable. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she couldn’t resist asking.

  “How are you connected to the Club?” The woman looked like she should be in a library or preschool somewhere, not in an Outlaw Motorcycle Clubhouse around a bunch of bad boys. Katie didn’t give her a chance to think any longer, she walked up and gave Addy a hug.

  “Congratulations. I don’t know Whiskey that well, but from what I have seen, he’s a really nice guy. My Dad was a member of the Ruthless Bastards up in Franklin, he passed away, and I came down here to get away for a while before school started up again.”

  “Oh, don’t let her schoolgirl looks fool you, Addy, Katie was raised in the Club, but the only reason she is here is Tuck,” Reagan laughed. That surprised Addy, Tuck was a great guy, but he was also the epitome of rough around the edges. The contrast between him and Katie was huge. He screamed badass biker, and she screamed school marm, but in a good way. Maybe sexy librarian worked better. Addy knew Tuck liked his women on the skanky side. This girl just didn’t fit, plus she had to be at least ten to fifteen years younger than the man, not to mention, innocent as all get out.

  The bright red blush on her beautiful face only proved the point to Addy. Katie pushed Reagan’s shoulder playfully.

  “Oh, shut up, you. I might want the man, I won’t deny it, because, damn, he is fine, but he hasn’t even noticed that I’m alive other than to tell me to go home.”

  Addy felt sorry for Katie because, although, she was making a joke out of what Tuck said, Addy could see the deep-seated sadness in the other woman’s eyes.

  “Anyway, when Cinny called, I decided to help out, hence the food. It is also my way of saying goodbye to the guys. I’m headed out in the morning. As Tuck would put it, I finally got a clue in this thick skull of mine,” Katie made the statement, complete with a deep, over-exaggerated man’s voice. Addy and Reagan both laughed because it did kind of sound like Tuck. Too bad she could also see how sad the words made Katie.