Killer(6)

“You got a problem with fucking women well?” Killer asked.

“Nah, I just bet half the bar’s been between those thighs at some point.”

“Well, I never thought I’d see the day when you’re picky over who you screw.” Killer saw the women whispering to each other. Both of them were sweet-butt material. He imagined some of the club men would be all over them like white on rice. None of them held his interest like Kelsey. Fuck, he needed to get her out of his mind.

“I’m not. I’m single and I can screw who I want, but seeing the guys with their women, it makes me wish I got something like that. I mean, I’ve seen Hardy with Rose, and they’re amazing. After everything they’ve been through they’re still in love. Then there’s Lash, Murphy, Nash, and just fucking recently Tiny. It makes a man wish for something he can’t have,” Steven said.

Yeah, Killer knew exactly what the man was fucking talking about, which just hurt even more.

Kelsey, she’d been the one woman he’d thought to settle down with.

Get your head out of your ass. It’s not going to happen at all.

Married. He couldn’t even for a second believe it to be true, but he knew it was the truth.

Steven grabbed the next round of drinks while Killer sat back watching the women dance on the floor. He wasn’t an ugly bastard, and he knew women were attracted to him. A redhead sat at the bar was eyeing him up.

Take her ‘round back and bang her. Get all this shit out of your system.

He ignored his thoughts and took the glass from Steven.

“Do you need me to play nursemaid all night?” Steven asked.

“I don’t need you to play it now. Fuck off, have some fun, and leave me in fucking peace.”

Several minutes later Steven went and introduced himself to the two blonde women. No one bothered either of them. They both wore their Skull cuts, and their reputations preceded them.

Killer was no longer in the mood to start a fight. All he wanted to do was drown his sorrows and be left alone.

“This place is a little busy for your tastes, isn’t it?” Zero asked, taking a seat.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Killer hadn’t invited anyone but Steven along for his pity party.

“You don’t own the place, and I can go wherever the hell I chose.” Zero glanced around the room, spotting Steven being rubbed up against by two bunnies. “Fuck that guy moves fast. I wonder what we’ll call him.”

“Can’t call him Hardy, but with the way he goes I’m surprised the boy can think.”

“He’s not that young,” Zero said, signaling a waitress.

“Go and get your own beer and stop being a lazy bastard.”

“Why? Waitresses are paid for a reason, and I’m going to be a good paying customer.” Zero sat back, and even through the crush of people the waitress made her way toward him ignoring the other people in the room who wanted a drink. He slapped her ass when he finished with his order. “God, I love women who are so easy to read.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Got sick and tired of the sound of babies crying. It’s so fucking annoying. The club is a place for men and to do what we want. Their old ladies start popping out the brats, and suddenly our club is a fucking crèche.” Zero shook his head. “I’m not looking to take care of babies, but I’m looking for a fuck.”

“Not even if Sophia asks you?” Killer asked.

The way Zero looked at Sophia showed everyone in the club what the man thought about her. Killer had watched him lusting after the other woman.

“What the fuck you talking about?” Zero grew tense.

“I’m not blind, and everyone knows you’ve got a thing for Nash’s girl.” Killer stopped talking as the waitress brought them back more beer.

“If you need anything, honey, call me. I mean anything,” the waitress said, walking off.

“I’ll be fucking her by the end of the night.”

“Are you sure?” Killer asked.

“Look, what I feel for Sophia is no one’s business but mine. I’m not going to act on it, and if I want a screw whatever cunt I want, I will. Tiny’s already given me the lecture, okay.”

“I know. Poaching another brother’s girl is going to land you in shit.”

Zero glared at him. “Sophia wouldn’t give me the time of day. I’m not going to do anything to cause problems. Drop it.” His arms were folded, and his defenses were up.

Leaning forward, Killer stared at the other man. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“If Sophia responded or gave you any sign that she wanted something from you, would you give in, or would you leave it alone?”