Crazy Bitch spent the rest of the weekend holed up in her apartment. By Sunday afternoon, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her black eye.
Picking up her phone, she made the call she had been hoping she wouldn’t have to make.
“Yo,” Sex Piston answered after a couple of rings.
“How was the camping trip?”
“How in the fuck do you think it went? I’ve already told Stud that shit isn’t going to happen again. If I wanted to spend a weekend in a trailer for fun, I could spend it in town where I can at least order pizza. How did your date with Sam go?”
“Okay. I’ve decided not to see him anymore.”
“That mean you’re going to give Calder a go?”
“No, it means I’m going to take a cruise when I can afford it. Listen, I ate Taco Hut, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to work for a couple of days. You mind if I reschedule my appointments until the end of the week?”
“Why in the fuck you eat there? You hate that place.”
“I was craving a taco. Believe me; I’ve already been blaming myself.”
“Next time, make them yourself.”
“I will. So, you don’t mind?”
“Nope, they’re your appointments, your money.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you Wednesday if I feel better.”
“If you need anything, let me know,” Sex Piston offered. “I can get Fat Louise or T.A. to get it for you,” she joked.
“I’m good. Bye.” Crazy Bitch disconnected the call then tossed her cell phone onto the couch next to her.
She mentally calculated how much she would lose from taking the days off. The appointments could be rescheduled, but she wouldn’t be able to accept other appointments for the rest of the week. She came to the conclusion that men always cost her money, whether they drove a bike or a car.
Reaching for her cell phone again, she went to her banking app, using her thumbprint when it asked for her identification. She stared dismally at her account balance. Her rent was due today, and she was five dollars short, the five dollars she had spent on Sam’s popcorn and drink. She had practically paid for herself to be almost roofied.
She sank back down onto the couch dispiritedly, tossing her phone back down. “Doesn’t that say it all?”
5
“That part come in I was waiting for?”
Calder stood up from the motorcycle he was working on, stretching his back. “I put it in your office. It came when you were out to lunch with Sex Piston.”
His brother disappeared into his office, coming out five minutes later with the part in hand.
Calder went to the shop refrigerator, grabbing a bottled water. “It’s hot as fuck in here,” he complained, running the cold bottle across his forehead before opening it and drinking half the contents.
“You should have cut your hair shorter last week.”
“I look like I’m sixteen when my hair’s short.” Reminded about his haircut, he started rummaging in his toolbox. The sound of motorcycles pulling into the parking lot could be heard over the loud fans that weren’t alleviating the heat building in the small garage bay.
Stud greeted the bikers who came into the bay.
“Did you leave any Last Rider at home, or did you bring them all with you?” Stud joked, shaking the men’s hands.
Finally finding the rubber band he had been searching for, Calder piled his long hair into a top knot on the crown of his head. Turning, he then went back to the motorcycle he was working on, nodding to Viper, Knox, Shade, Cash, Razer, and Train. His hands were too filthy to shake theirs.
Squatting down, he resumed working on the bike that had come in this morning.
“Since the women are making a night out of going to dinner and the movies, we thought we’d hang out at your club until they’re ready to go home, if that’s okay with you?”
Calder heard the laughter in Viper’s voice and turned to see what he was laughing at, seeing the bikers hastily move their eyes away from him. The only one who didn’t look away was Shade, his sunglasses hiding his expression.
“You brothers want to hang out just to keep me company, or because you don’t want your wives hanging out after the movie is over?” Stud lifted a questioning brow.
“Nothing wrong with killing two birds with one stone. It’s hot as fuck in here.” Viper put up a fisted hand to cover his smiling lips.
What in the fuck was everyone laughing at?
Calder stared around the garage, seeing nothing out of place that could put that pained amusement on their faces. Even his brother was acting weird as fuck, not meeting his questioning gaze.
“What movie are they going to?” he asked. Stud hadn’t mentioned Sex Piston’s crew and The Last Riders’ women going to a movie tonight. Usually the women would go out together for lunch once a month.
“It’s a double feature for Fifty-One Shades of Getting It On.” Stud went to the refrigerator, tossing bottles of water to all the men.
Calder was planning to go back to the Blue Horsemen club after work to sleep before heading out to spend another weekend with Gavin. Changing his mind, he decided to sleep at the Destructors’ club.
Calder tuned out what the brothers were talking about, trying to finish his work so he could get out of the hot garage.
He was reaching for a wrench when he saw boots come to stand next to him.
“Brother, which bitch did you let cut your hair?”
Calder looked up at Shade. “Crazy Bitch. Why?”
“She carved the shape of a rat on you.” His unemotional voice took him a minute to realize the brother wasn’t shitting him.
The silence behind him had him jerking to his feet, his hand going to the back of his head. “I’m going to blister that bitch’s ass.”
Calder started to leave, determined that Crazy Bitch wasn’t going to watch that movie without a fucking donut cushion, only to find a wall of brothers blocking his path.
“Move,” Calder grunted as Stud shouldered him back.
“Chill. You want her to know she got to you?”
“She’ll know when my hand connects with her bare ass!”
“That’s not the way to handle her. She’ll just laugh at you harder that you got that mad.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he ranted. “You’re my brother; you should have said something before.”
“I knew you would be mad as hell and you wouldn’t be able to hide it. You only wear your hair like that when you’re in the shop. I would have said something before you let her cut it again. She’s been waiting for you to find out. Sex Piston told me when she came back to work Thursday. She’s being waiting to rub your nose in it.”
“I’m not going to disappoint her. When I’m done with that crazy bitch, my nose will be rubbing in her fucking pussy, after I get to smacking that ass of hers,” he snarled.
“Can’t do it tonight. My wife is with her right now.” Shade’s forbidding comment sailed right over his head. “She might get upset if you show up angry.”
“I don’t give a fu—”
Calder was ranting one second, then the next, he was lying down, staring up at the roof of the garage, not understanding how he got there.
Dazed, he felt strong hands helping him to his feet.
“What happened?” he asked Stud groggily.
“Shade knocked you out.”
“Oh….”
“No one upsets Lily. You want to have it out with Crazy Bitch, go for it… after my wife goes home.”
Calder’s temper was already ignited. To be taken down so easily stung his pride.
He narrowed his eyes on Shade. “Your bitch made out of china?” Calder’s shoulders stiffened, this time expectantly waiting for Shade to try to punch him again. The menacing biker wouldn’t have it so easy the next time he tried.
Stud and Viper moved between the two men, preventing the brewing fight.
“We’re all friends, Calder.” Stud shoved Calder backward whe
n he tried to move around them to get to Shade.
He hesitated at the warning on his brother’s face.
“Lily is sensitive. The Last Riders and the Destructors watch out for her.”
Calder turned away, giving the men his back as he tried to cool down. If Shade hadn’t told him about his hair, he wouldn’t have known, and would have made an even bigger ass of himself.
Turning back around, he gave Stud a curt nod. Only then did his brother move away.
Calder held his hand out. “Sorry. That bitch makes me crazy. I didn’t mean to disrespect your old lady.”
Shade held his hand out, shaking Calder’s. “I’ve been there. The bitches can drive a man to commit murder then wave you off when they send you down the river to the electric chair.”
Viper put an arm around Calder’s shoulders. “Brother, there isn’t a man here who hasn’t wanted to wring that bitch’s neck. How about we go grab a beer, and we tell you how we met them?”
Calder reached up, removing the damned rubber band. “I might need more than one to cool me off before Crazy Bitch gets there after the movie is over.”
“Knowing Crazy Bitch, he’s gonna need something stronger than beer. I brought a couple of bottles of whiskey in my saddlebags,” Shade said as they left the garage.
Stud locked the bay and closed the garage. Then the bikers followed Stud as he took the lead, all riding toward the Destructors’ clubhouse.
Inside the club, Calder used the opportunity to shower and change his clothes in the room that Stud had given him when he got out of prison. Combing through his wet hair brought back his anger at the sneaky trick Crazy Bitch had pulled on him.
Biting back his anger, he went back to the main room, finding it already full. Seeing Stud at a table, he grabbed a beer from Tanya before joining him where he was sitting with The Last Riders. He silently listened as they talked, not joining in.
Train, he had gotten to know when he had hung out at the club while chasing Killyama. While he couldn’t say he was friends with Viper, he had spent time with him during visits to Gavin.
Viper and Gavin had shared the same relationship he had with his own brother, until Gavin had been captured by a rival biker club because of two men. One he had trusted with the club’s money to build a factory, and another betrayal from someone much closer—a member of the club.
Killyama had asked for his help when Gavin was rescued. The poor bastard had been forced into drugs, making him an addict to keep him more amicable to his capturer’s demands. If he hadn’t been rescued, Calder had no doubt in his mind Gavin would now be as dead as The Last Riders had believed him to be for years.
As the men sat around the table talking, several of the club’s hangers-on gyrated over, trying to leech on to one of the men. Most of the sluts were too scared of Sex Piston and Killyama to make a play for Stud or Train. The rest of the bikers were fair game as far as they were concerned.
Calder watched five bitches get turned away before they moved on to Cash and Knox, who showed them that The Last Riders weren’t there to take advantage of the Destructors’ pussy.
“Anyone want another beer?” A hand was placed suggestively on his shoulder and another placed on Stud’s as Ginger maneuvered herself between them.
Calder looker up at Ginger, the newest woman who Looney had convinced to take over for Demie and Tanya at the bar.
The two other women had been in too many arguments between Sex Piston’s crew and had moved on to other clubs. Stud, nor any of the other bikers, hadn’t cared enough to try to convince them to stay. Most of the older Destructors had faded into the background, letting the younger crowd follow Stud after Skulls had stepped down.
The woman staring down at him had red hair like Sex Piston, except hers was more orange. She was at least ten years younger than him. Calder’s experienced eye placed her at about nineteen or twenty at the most.
He had also noticed that when Sex Piston or any of her friends were around, Ginger played it cool, staying out of sight. But when they weren’t around, she made sure Stud or he were always within her sights.
She didn’t do any of the brothers who were recruits, either. No, Ginger wanted a leader, not a follower.
Calder shook his head. He had no intention of getting involved with the woman. She reminded him of a praying mantis.
At his and Stud’s refusal, she surveyed the large table, alighting on Shade as a greedy look entered her eyes.
Her voice dropped an octave. “You need anything?”
“No.” Shade’s curt answer had the redhead blushing as she dropped her hands from Calder and Stud, returning to the bar.
“I think she got your message.” Stud laughed, tilting his beer bottle at Shade. “I wish I could get her away from me that fast.”
“You give that one an inch, she’ll take a mile.”
“You know her?” Calder thought the same thing.
“No, and I don’t want to. I’ve dealt with her type before. It would be easier to scrape dog shit off my boot than get rid of women like her.”
“I’ve been keeping my eye on her. So far, I can’t complain about how she’s hanging around the club. She keeps the beer cold and a few of the brothers satisfied. She’ll be gone before too long. None of the bitches stay around for long.”
“I wonder why?” Knox wisecracked, whacking Cash in the chest with his elbow. “Can you imagine having to deal with Sex Piston and her crew every time you piss one of them off?”
“I live it.” Train’s pained expression had the whole table cracking up.
“I don’t think they’re that bad.” Calder had become attached to his sister-in-law.
Even Stud looked at him like he had lost his mind.
“You going to let Crazy Bitch cut your hair again?” Stud stared at him questioningly.
He had forgotten about the rat carved into the back of his head, though the men at the table hadn’t. Their laughter renewed at his expense.
Knox ran a hand over his bald head. “I give it three months before your head is as bald as mine.”
“Ain’t gonna happen.”
“Think not?” Knox goaded.
“Next time, I’ll go to the Cut and Chop when I want a haircut.”
His brother snickered at him. “Let me know when you do.”
“Why?”
“Baby brother, sometimes you just have to find things out for yourself where those bitches are concerned.”
“One of those bitches is your wife,” Calder reminded him.
“I married Sex Piston knowing she’s a bitch. I’m not complaining; I’m explaining.”
Calder was getting up to grab himself another beer when the women came in through the club door. When he saw Crazy Bitch, he had to sit back down.
Her hair was slicked back into a tight knot, and she had put on red lipstick that gave her skin a creamy complexion. It looked so soft that he wanted to reach out and touch it when she brushed past, going to the bar.
He saw Shade’s eyes laughing at him when he caught sight of the whip coiled in her hand.
“Is that a whip?” Calder muttered to Stud.
“Looks like it.”
“What’s she doing with a whip?”
“With Crazy Bitch, I’d say she’s planning on using it on someone.”
“Not unless she’s planning on skinning them alive,” Shade remarked when a dark-haired woman approached him. She smiled shyly around the table as Killyama, Fat Louise, and Sex Piston started barking orders at the brothers sitting at other tables to give up their chairs.
He had met most of the women who were taking the chairs that Sex Piston had forced the men to offer. Diamond sat down next to Knox. A pretty redhead who Cash introduced as Rachel took the seat next to him. The flaxen-haired woman he recognized as Razer’s wife.
Crazy Bitch and Fat Louise came from the bar with bottles of beer for the women, except for Lily, who received a can of soda.
“How was the movie?” Shade asked,
pulling his wife down on his lap when there weren’t enough chairs.
The beautiful woman blushed, not meeting her husband’s eyes. “It was good.”
“How would you know? You looked away every time something good happened.” Crazy Bitch snorted.
“I did not,” she argued.
“You did.” Beth smiled at her sister.
“It was like seeing Little Bo Peep having to watch her sheep get neutered.” Killyama shook her head at Train.
“How’d you like it?” Stud asked his wife.
“Let me finish my beer, and then I’ll take you into a back room and show you how much I liked it.”
Calder nearly laughed at Stud’s expression. Lily wasn’t the only one blushing.
“I thought it was bullshit. They make a movie about a man being a Dom; why can’t they make a movie about a woman being one?”
“They have. Wonder Woman was playing in the next theater.”
Calder saw Crazy Bitch roll her eyes at Fat Louise’s joke.
“I agree with Crazy Bitch. Do you really think a woman would sign a contract like that?”
Killyama glared at Train as if he had asked her to sign the contract that must have been in the movie they were discussing.
Calder wondered how long the double feature was playing, planning to go see it when he had time. It sounded like his type of movie.
“I bet it’s not even legal. Is it, Diamond?”
“Who in the fuck would sign it if it were?” Crazy Bitch answered before Diamond could.
“Depends on the man.” Sex Piston shrugged. “I’d sign if I wanted to do a man bad enough.”
“You would?” Stud’s eyes narrowed on his wife.
“Don’t worry, Stud. I’m speaking hypothetically.”
“I don’t know any woman who would sign a contract like that,” Looney said from the next table.
“I do.”
Calder’s interest was piqued. Any woman who signed a contract that he assumed would make her a submissive was a woman he wanted to get to know. “Text me her number.”