Mayhem (Deathstalkers MC #5)(58)

As I'm rooting through the cupboards, I hear footsteps and turn to see one of the club girls. I've seen her around but have no idea what her name is. "You know you're kidding yourself, right? You are not old lady material. All of us see it, and soon he will, too."

Anger builds in me. Her statement brings out the insecurities I already have, but the last thing I need is having someone who doesn't even know me throwing them in my face. Who is she to judge me? "Funny, because as far as I know, being a club slut is as far from old lady material that you can get."

I mentally pat myself on the back for the comeback but keep my face neutral. I try to keep my attitude and composure like the girls have been telling me to.

"Slut? Aren't you still married? At least I don't try to hide the fact that I'm with multiple guys." Her heavy lined eyes narrow and that word, married, is a direct hit to my chest. It's supposed to be such a happy word. For me, it was a sentence that I'm still serving.

"You need to get the hell away from me."

"Aw, did I hit a nerve?"

This girl is so focused on me, she doesn't register Izzy walking up behind her.

But I do.

"Did you think no one would find out that you're just whoring around with Cutter, cheating on your husband?"

My eyes move to Izzy. She makes a swinging motion with her fist. She wants me to hit her? Can I do that?

"I can't wait till he drops your pathetic ass. He was always my favorite lay." Her disgusting tongues traces her lips.

Oh, hell no.

Without even thinking, I swing my fist and connect with her nose. A spray of something hits my shirt and I look down, surprised at the red that covers me.

"Hell yes!" Izzy cheers, coming over to high-five me even as the girl screams, her hands cupping her face, blood running between her fingers and down her arm.

"Stay away from me."

"Damn, that was a good shot." Izzy pretends to box the air, laughing as we walk back to the table.



       
         
       
        

Lucy looks over at us and her eyes widen. "Is that blood on your shirt?"

"Uh . . . yeah," I say.

Before I can say anything else, Izzy jumps in, recounting the incident blow by blow. "You should have seen it. Lips was running her mouth, saying some really screwed up crap, so Jaz let her have it. I think she might have broken her nose." All of their mouths drop open. "That calls for a celebratory drink. You hit your first skank!" Izzy gets up and runs over to the bar.

"I cannot believe you did that. Good job." Nikki shoves my shoulder.

"I can't believe she didn't hit me back."

"She can't," Tracie interjects. "They run their mouths a lot, but putting their hands on one of us could get them thrown out on their ass."

"Oh." Regret creeps in knowing that she couldn't retaliate.

"Don't you dare feel bad," Lucy urges. "We've all been there. Those girls will push if they know you'll take it. Now that you've given it to one of them, the rest should leave you alone."

Izzy comes back with drinks. "A toast. To Jaz kicking ass-or in Lips's case, nose."

I eye the shot glass warily. "I don't know. Last time you guys got me way too drunk." They all look at me, and the peer pressure is real. "Fine, but just this one."

We all sit around talking and the interaction really makes me miss my sister, Sara. These girls have really become a source of comfort as they have let me into their world. There is still an emptiness that only my family could fill.

The doors to church open and brothers begin filing out. I watch eagerly for Cutter. He's one of the last to appear, deep in conversation with Pres, but as soon as he spots me, he claps Pres on the back and makes his way over.

"I hope you guys aren't trying to get my girl so drunk she busts up her face again."

"Who, us?" Izzy laughs, hands to her chest. "Never." She hides her crossed fingers behind her back and we all laugh.

He takes my hand and pulls me close to him. With his mouth against my ear, he asks, "You good? I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Yeah, you caught us on drink one." I smile and wave good-bye to the girls as I follow him outside.

"Any hints as to where we are going?"

"Nope, now climb on." He hands me a helmet and I slide it on. Even though I haven't been here long, I'm getting used to being on the back of his bike and relish every opportunity to sit behind him and wrap my arms around his middle.

We drive for longer than I ever have before, leaving the city limits and passing two more until he pulls into a residential neighborhood. The bike stops in front of a pretty house I don't recognize in a beautiful neighborhood. I climb off the bike. My legs are stiff, leaving me feeling like Bambi trying to walk for the first time.