The restroom door suddenly opened, and Saskia of all people strutted her ass inside. She stopped dead when she saw us, and a catty smile spread across her face. “Jesus, it’s like I just walked into a really cheap and nasty episode ofSex and the City.”
My eyes swept down Saskia’s skanky outfit. Never did I judge women on what they wore, especially since I was known to pushthe boundaries of what was considered decent at times, but at the risk of sounding like I was five years old, she started it.
“I don’t know how you’ve got the nerve to criticize anyone when you look the way you look,” I threw back. “I get your new career consists of spreading your legs for bikers, Saskia, but it doesn’t mean you have to dress desperate too. Where’s your dignity, woman?”
Kennedy let out a snort at the same time as Cara laughed.
Saskia’s eyes narrowed on me. “Now there’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Maybe,” I retorted. “But you take skank to a whole new low,” my eyes flicked down to her crotch, “I mean, we can see your vagina. Glad there’s no kids here; they’d run away screaming that we were all about to get swallowed up by a big, black hole.”
Aislynn busted out laughing, and Saskia’s glare sliced toward her. “I don’t know why you’re laughing; it was good enough for Pagan.”
“I’m glad I never slept with him then,” Ash returned. “God knows what I’d catch after he’s been with you. You’re not exactly discerning about who you fuck.”
The catty smile appeared again, and Saskia looked around at us all. “Nope. And neither are any of your men.”
Kennedy waved a nonchalant hand. “Yeah, yeah. So you probably fucked Kit before I came on the scene, but then Kit fucked everybody, and in his defense, it took him having PTSD to get into bed with you—that’s if you even had him in a bed. You’re a dirty-fuck-in-an-alley girl if I ever saw one.”
Cara laughed and crowed, “Burn.”
Maeve laughed softly
“I hearyou’reknocked up,” Saskia muttered, slowly turning toward her. “Jesus, you’ll be the size of a whale in six months. Bet your husband comes looking for me when he can’t stand to look at your fat ass.”
Maeve paled, but she still didn’t back down. “I don’t care what you say. Callum married me and ended things with you, and that’s why you hate me, isn’t it? I got the ring you wanted. All that time, you were just a booty call, and then I came along and locked him down in no time. It may have been arranged at first, but our second wedding wasn’t, and it took my husband less than a month to propose for real. You just can’t stand that it wasn’t you.”
Saskia’s face reddened, and she took a threatening step toward my friend. “You don’t know anything, you fat bitch.” Her arm swung back, and without a thought, I pushed Maeve toward Cara as Saskia’s hand came flying toward us. I let out a grunt and reached up to grab it before it landed.
Taurus the bull saw red.
My fingers dug painfully into Saskia’s skin, and I took a step toward her, leaned into her face, and screeched, “She’s fucking pregnant.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” she spat.
My blood boiled. I pulled my free arm back, took a swing, and landed a punch across Saskia’s face.
She crumpled to the floor, but before she went down, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the exit.
“I fucking love taking out the trash,” Cara cried excitedly, opening the door so I could pull Saskia down the corridor and into the main bar while the bitch screamed at the top of her lungs. By the time I hit the party, everyone’s attention was already on the corridor where I swept into view with Saskia doubled over as she stumbled alongside me.
“What the fuck?” I heard Donovan snap.
Atlas yelled, “Go on, Ro.”
“Saskia tried to hit Maeve,” Cara shouted.
Shouts and calls filled the room, but I didn’t even notice through my fury. I stomped toward the door, hardly registeringthe crowd diving out of my way like I was Moses parting the Red Sea; my focus was solely on throwing Saskia’s ass out of that clubhouse.
I dragged the bitch outside, but instead of being met with darkness, an array of bright lights shone against the door of the clubhouse, like spotlights picking out my every movement.
A deep voice called out, “Did you get it all, Cruise?”
“Yep.”
I craned my neck and squinted at the sight of a Kings of Anarchy brother sauntering up behind me, holding his phone up.
“What are you doing?” I breathed as I saw Donovan storm out of the clubhouse doors toward me.
