“But they have each other, they have back up,” Tierney said. “He never did. He always had the MC’s back but they never had his…not that he would have ever told them how much danger he was in every time he swept something under the rug for them, or buried CCTV evidence or did searches for them. He just did it and covered his own ass because he knew this club was ultimately what was best for the town.”
“Babe, if you knew this…why didn’t you tell Bear?” Shona asked. “He would have ensured someone was near him at all times.”
“Brogan will do what he thinks is right. He’s a goddamn martyr.”
“Brogan loves you, Tierney. He was a broken man when you ended things with him,” Ryleigh said. “We all saw it. Just…talk to him.”
“He’s inside, isn’t he?” she asked, her eyes darting to the clubhouse doors nervously.
We all nodded.
She sighed, and pushed up off the bench. “Okay…but I don’t think he’s going to change. He’s stubborn. Always has been.”
“Most of the boys in there are, honey,” Shona said. Tierney left us alone on the porch, each talking crapabout something or another.I noticed our drinks getting low.
“I’ll get the next round,” I said, standing and heading inside. I made my way over to the bar and to Kayleigh who noticed me and started working on our drinks. Rebel was heading down the corridor, toward the bathrooms and just like that, I saw red when I noticed Caramel doing the same thing, right after him.
This slut was shameless.
I followed after them, noticing how she pumped up her fake tits in her push up bra as she waited for him to be done.
“I’m surprised you didn’t follow him in there,” I said, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms over my chest.
She looked surprised to see me, probably thinking this was the perfect time to jump on him since I’d been outside.
“Oh,” she said, looking like the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m just…well I didn’t know he was taken.”
“I think you did,” I replied. “Judging by the way you’re primping and posturing right now tells me you know exactly who I am to him. Did you think he’d see your tits and forget everything I can give him?”
“Well…variety is the spice of life,” she hit back, a smirk making its way onto her face.
“Spice is what you’ll be giving him every time he pees if he hooked up with you. Fuck knows how many Nomads you’ve bounced on in the last twenty-four hours, because honey, that’s what you’re there for. You are there to entertain, never to be pleased, but to do the pleasing. That’s your role here. If you wanted an ounce of respect, you’d do your bidding. But not you, when you realised someone had just secured a woman, someone you think you can replace because you think I don’t know how it’s run around here, you’re over here flouncing your measly little assets you have to lure him when his woman’s back is turned, but that’s not how these men operate. They want a woman they can give their life to, one they will fight for, and you ain’t it…now, if you acted like a decent human, maybe, maybe you could secure one but you aren’t, so I will kindly ask you to refrain from attempting anything with my man.”
“You’re just scared he’ll choose me over you,” she said, with a sneer on her face. I heard the door open to the bathroom and immediately wrapped my hands around her mouth and dragged her into the closest room, slamming the door.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked with wild eyes. I honestly didn’t know what I was doing, but I didn’t want this slut anywhere near Rebel.
“Offering you some friendly advice before you wreck yourself,” I replied. “The pecking order is the boys, the ol’ ladies, and then the Nomads. You don’t have an order because you’re the entertainment. If you want to change that, then start pulling your weight around here, work here instead of spreading your legs every opportunity you get.”
“I do just fine the way I am, thanks,” she told me, as she made a move to shove past me. I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back against the wall. She tried to pry my fingers from her throat but I wasn’t squeezing tight, and I knew the limits of choking. She was just fucking fine and dandy as she was.
“You’ll do well to respect me, bitch. To you, I am a queen bee. That man…is mine and if you think these men go batshit crazy over their ol’ ladies…you ain’t seen nothing at what we do to protect our men from skanks like you. You look at Rebel one more time and I will gut you like the pig you are, do you understand me?”
She paused for a moment, pure hatred radiating off her before she nodded. I let her throat go.
“Now, go be a good little slut and suck one of the Nomad’s dicks.”
She pushed out of the room, and I looked up to see Rebel standing against the wall, a smirk on his face. He’d heard everything. Caramel ran out of the room and into the clubhouse lounge. Rebel backed me into the room, closing the door with his boot. His hands pulled me to him, wrapping around my waist, his mouth was on my neck, just under my ear where I loved it.
“It’s so fucking hot hearing you claim me like that,” he uttered, his voice deep. “Now, I’m going to show you just how fucking hard you made me.”
Rebel
Hearing my woman claim me, threaten the skank who’d been trying to feel me up all night had done things to me that I couldn’t push away. My dick needed to be in her and it needed it now.
“Kendrick…”
Her moaning my name was not helping matters either. My hand slid down between us, unbuttoning her jean shorts.
