Huck hangs his head and mutters, “Sorry, Prez,” before walking away.
Remus is still glaring at her when he says, “How do you know?”
She tries to wiggle her arm free when I tighten my grip and tell my brothers, “Norie here is hyperaware of everything around her with a brain that functions on overdrive.She checks the books for Swade to make sure the cunt didn’t rip him off through the business.”
“Fuck,” Gilpin snaps.“You can’t be serious?Was she busy checking them?Is that why she’s here?Or did you catch her before she could come near them?”
Norie shoves her hand into her bag and mutters, “Let me guess, you’re the treasurer, handling the financial shit.Can you spell double-entry fraud?”
Gilpin steps forward.“The fuck you just say to me, cunt?”
“Tone it down, Gilpin.We’ll settle this tomorrow.”I pull Norie with me.
Some people really don’t know when to shut the hell up.She might be smart, but dammit, taunting a guy the way she just did can end her life in the blink of an eye.Hell, Gilpin has killed for less.He couldn’t give two shits if she has a cunt; he kills people who he sees as a threat against him or the club, and isn’t picky either.
Norie digs her heels in when we pass the bar.“Hey, you, behind the bar.Trade you a hundred for a bottle of your strongest liquor.”
Rant, a prospect, glances at me for permission and I nod.He turns to grab a bottle of tequila.Norie shoves a hand into her bag and pulls out a hundred-dollar bill.She slides it across the bar and wraps her fingers around the bottle.We all watch as she uncaps, brings the bottle to her lips and starts to chug.
“Are you sure that’s wise?”I ask.“Hugging the toilet or choking on your own vomit won’t be pretty.”
Her eyes find mine and she manages to glare while swallowing a few more gulps of tequila.
She finally stops chugging to say, “Do you really think only bikers can hold their liquor?Or has the low alcohol tolerance of the chicks you hang around with set that expectation?”
Not waiting for a reply, she places the bottle back to her lips and swallows some more down her throat.
“I’m pretty sure consuming large amounts of any liquid isn’t good for your body,” Rant mutters.“Doesn’t matter if you’re a dude or a chick.”
Pulling the bottle away from her lush lips, she gives Rant a smile.“Very true.Chugging down a large quantity of water is deadly.It’s sweet you guys are worried about me or not wanting to clean up puke and all.Though, I assume you’re going to lock me in a room where I’d be staring at the ceiling for hours on end.Hence the alcohol, it’s the only way to mute my brain to a normal level.”
Again, the bottle returns to her lips.
“It’s not normal, or safe for her to drink so much, so damn fast,” Rant whispers.
I can only stare and nod while Gilpin comes to a stop next to me and remarks, “I’ve only seen one person do the exact same thing.”
“Sevrin,” I grunt.
Sevrin is the president of the Lexmore Beach chapter here in Maryland.He and his VP have been here a few times for a gun run, but they mostly keep to themselves.The last time the two of them came down here was to collect one of their prospects.
The fucker ran off after killing one of their members, cut the head straight off and still had it in his saddlebag when we caught him.Sevrin chugged down a bottle of whiskey in one go, like Norie is doing with the tequila, burped, and slept on the couch in the main room while his VP kept watch, to make sure the prospect stayed put.
Norie slams the bottle of tequila on the bar, burps, and actually looks relaxed.Gilpin and I share a look.She acts exactly the same as Sevrin.Come to think of it, Sevrin is smart as a whip as well and has the same silver eyes.I make a mental note to ask who her father is when I point at the hallway and walk in that direction.
She follows me as I take a right and unlock the door.Shoving her into my room, I kick the door shut behind me and am about to say something when out of the fucking blue a shock wave crashes though my body.
My jaw locks and the jolt running through my body almost causes my knees to buckle.Unwillingly, I start to go down.It’s damn hard to process the pain and I am momentarily stunned as I watch as Norie drops a stun gun on the bed without looking back and saunters into the bathroom.
It’s a good thing I’m used to a lot of shit and getting hit by a stun gun isn’t a first for me.Pushing myself up, I roll my shoulders and wonder why the hell she tried to knock me out.I mean, she didn’t even go for the window, or for the door.
“What the actual fuck did you just do,” I snarl when she comes back into the room with a bottle in her hand.
She frowns.“Why aren’t you on the floor?”
I rub a hand over my face in an effort not to lose my shit.She’s still staring at me with a frown on her face and without thinking I reach for the stun gun and return the favor.
“Like that?”I snarl.“Not every damn person reacts the same way, genius.”
