“What the fuck, Tim?” Ghost asks her as she storms off in the direction of the main doors.
“You can stay here too tonight, asshole.”
“Wait! Tim, what the fuck, little lady, did I do wrong?” Ghosts questions the firecracker.
“Being friends with him!” I can’t help but laugh. What the hell is going on?
“What the fucks so funny?” Ghost hits my shoulder.
“This, this shit is,” I say heading toward the bar. I need ice and a strong-ass drink.
My eyes scan the clubhouse, watching everyone with careful eyes. Tomorrow, we’re about to initiate operation eleven for the Irish, so my senses are heightened, and my wits are sharp. This shit makes me anxious. They are loaded weapons and don’t give a fuck whom they shoot to get what they want. These deals never go to plan, like fucking ever. Picking up my glass and emptying it in one gulp, I place it back down and slide it across the bar to Blue. My eyes meet hers and just as I’m about to tell her not to bother, save your breath, she cuts me off.
“May I recommend a therapist?” She teases, her eyes twinkling with hidden mischief, a sly smirk on her lips.
“Nah, Blue baby. I’d put your therapist in a padded room. You know that.”
I swing my chair around to face the front doors when I see Saskia walk through them. What the actual fuck? She can’t be here. “Ghost, what the fuck, man. This shit is all kinds of bad.” I slap him hard to gain his attention from his phone. Timberly’s pissed, so she won’t even answer him.
Saskia’s shoulders are squared, her jaw taut, and her eyes locked on her prey like a lioness. She’s stalking toward Ghost. Yup, she’s fucking fuming, for fuck knows what reason, but I wanna bounce. I know that much. “Ghost?” Saskia snaps as Ghost tries to hide in his phone.
“Ignore her, she may leave without a scene. Pretend like you don’t know her,” he whispers to me.
“Brother, you know that shit won’t fly,” I reply while leaning back against the bar, arms crossed behind my head, getting ready to enjoy the show.
“Who’s the bird?” Blue asks leaning on her elbows on the bar, making her mouth close to my ear.
“Her? Oh, she’s no-one,” I reply, locking eyes with the female version of me, a fucking crazed killer with bloodlust.
“I need to talk to you, Ghost. It’s about Ally.” That gets his and my attention. “What-What do you mean?” he says to her, slipping his phone into his cut while grabbing my arm. “I have no clue who you are, sweetheart, or who Ally is,” he says picking up his beer and downing it. I look over to Blue who I may say has a huge smile on her face. She rolls her eyes at me as she picks up her beer and downs it.
“You know we all know, right? That this Russian bitch has a hardon for him. You also know that we know about his secret little side gig of blood lust and whores for the rich and famous?” Coughing on the drink I nearly choked on, I look at her.
“You all know about that?” I ask, making her lean in closer to the cluster fuck happening in front of us.
“Na, not all of us. The boys don’t, but all us girls do. Fuck, you guys really are stupid, aye?” she says as she leans back and begins to wipe the bar. “Bray’s left to see Raven, but I’d get her out and gone real fast. Ya never know what one of these club whores will say to get on either one of you guys cocks, especially Bray’s. They all are after that prestigious title and let’s face it, yours and his ain’t that fancy.”
“Blue, what the fuck? Why do you gotta speak like that?” I mock fake hurt toward her with my hand over my heart.
“Fuck off,” she bites out. “Ghost, remove your whore from the club before I take her eyes out!” Blue spits with a menacing tone, like a Doberman on the scent that this chick is pissing all over the clubroom.
“What is it? And why should I care about Ally?” he asks.
“You want to do this here and now?” she answers loudly.
He shrugs. “Spit it out.” Saskia crosses her arms in front of her. Wow, he’s really doing this here and not even pulling the killer queen outside and away from eyes that are burning into us both.
Blue scoffs. “Playing with fire, Ghosty boy?” She laughs, pulling herself over the bar sitting on the edge letting her legs hang over the side. “This will be interesting,” she says popping some roasted peanuts into her mouth.
“She killed a client.”
Ghosts bottle pauses short of his mouth. “Come again?” he says choking on air. I sit forward, pulling my lip into my mouth, excitement pulsing through me. Fuck, yes, I love this shit. This is the shit that gets a sick cunt like me hard.
“This should be good,” Blue says. I know just how fucking mental that bitch is. “You know her?” I ask confused.
“Yup, she’s been around for years. Ghost saved her and her twin from a pimp years back when he had a heart. They have caused him nothing but nightmares ever since.”
“Hold on. I’m still trying to understand how the fuck you know all this shit?” I look at her and she smiles at me.
