By now, one of the parents would have explained how I was a no-show, so he should be here soon, well, at least I hope he will be because damn, I am hungry and did I mention bored?
Should I be scared? Probably, but I’m not because I know my boyfriend. He’s about to scorch the earth to find me, and asmuch as he doesn’t think so, he has a leader inside him wanting to come out.
“Fucker, we need to try and find better transportation. Several bikes have just roared into town, both the Dark Angels and the Carnage!”a guy shouts as he bangs on the door, fear etching in his voice and I roll my eyes.
The scrawny guy gasps in shock as he looks at the door sharply. “She’s not even that important, she’s just a nomad's fucking woman!” he snaps, and I chuckle, I can’t help it, and he scowls my way and snaps, “Shut it bitch!”
I raise a brow and ask, “Do you know who that nomad is?”
He narrows his beady eyes, his pupils that dilated I can’t even tell the color of his eyes, and he sneers, “I don’t, and I don’t care,” and I try not to gag at his black teeth.
Seriously, did the guy not hear of a thing called a toothbrush?
“You should care,” I say, and the guy who banged on the door opens it slightly and says, “Shut her the fuck up,” just as I say, “Cage, that is the nomad’s woman you’ve just taken.”
The guy at the door stands straight and clears his throat before saying, “The only Cage I know did a few stints in prison, the same wing as me. He liked to fuck Loz the prison officer while snorting coke from her chest. There is no way he’s the nomad, he handed in his cut.”
I smirk, despite hearing that description of my boyfriend and slowly stand, causing the scrawny guy to take a step towards me. I ignore him and slowly lift my tee, before pulling my leotard to the side near my hip, showing my boyfriend’s legal name, and the guy at the door freezes and his face pales.
“He never lets anyone call him his legal name except his baby sister who was killed,” he chokes.
“Except his woman. You three have just taken the man who is supposed to take over as the President of the Carnage MC’s woman,” I say with a slight smile, then I goad, “You really shouldrun, and I’d run fast. As soon as you saw so many bikes show up, you should have known I wasn’t just anyone’s girl.”
“Shut up bitch!” the scrawny guy snaps before he backhands me, and I swear.
What is it with men backhanding me?
“What the fuck, you idiot?” the guy at the door shouts as the other guy stares wide-eyed, “I’ve seen Cage dig a guy's fucking eye out with a homemade fucking knife!”
I scrunch my nose up because eww, while the scrawny one’s face reddens.
“She’s not the future president’s old fucking lady, she’s lying!” he shouts back, and I smirk.
“Am I not?” I goad as I see the man himself sprinting towards the motel room through the window and I smile wide and I state, “You really should have run,” gaining all three of their attentions before they turn to see where I’m looking.
The scrawny guy’s jeans get wet, and I slowly step away from him because again eww. The guy at the door trembles, “Cage, my man, long time no see,” before a shot rings out, and my mouth drops open as the body falls to the floor.
The other guy goes to grab his piece, fumbling with his belt, but a guy with a large scar across his face knocks him out with the butt of his gun, and Cage fills the doorway, looking extremely terrifying.
“Is now the time to tell you I’m also thirteen weeks pregnant?” I say to the scrawny guy as I look his way, and his face pales dangerously, before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he passes out. His body lands with a loud thump on the floor.
Uh…
I blink then blink again as a guy who sounds like Bell’s dad says, “Did he really just pass out at the look of my son?”
“Yeah, he did,” another guy grunts with confusion before a toilet flushing echoes, and I frown because I really didn’t know anyone else was here.
“Scrawny, whatever shit she’s saying is just that shit,” a guy doing his belt up says and I blink again.
He was in there this whole time?
What was he even doing?
Wait, I don’t think I want to know…
The man with a goatee looks up when his friend doesn’t reply and sees me. His eyes go to I guess Scrawny because hey, who knew that was his name, before he eyes all the brothers and he swallows hard.
“Well, well, well, Micky, Can’s brother,” another guy chuckles, and I just raise a brow as he says, “How stupid is your brother, the leader of your fucked up pathetic group, to send you four after the future president’s pregnant girl without telling you that is who she is?”
