Misfit(178)
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t even fucking think about it, asshole,” she warned, noticing his attention.
Slipper snickered. “You know you want me, Kendall.”
Outlaw frowned.
“In your fucking dreams,” she said. “Why would I want a dirty fucking pig like you? You’d have to look up the word shower to get an inkling of the definition. Same with shampoo, deodorant and soap, dickhead.”
Slipper bristled. “You need to talk to me with more respect.”
“I talk to you with the same fucking respect you talk to me,” she snarled.
“You not better than me,” Slipper huffed. “I was just showing you a little titty-love. In case you forgot, we all saw them when you came for Outlaw.”
“Not this fuckin’ shit a-fuckin-gain,” Outlaw said. “Drop the shit and let’s fuckin’ go.”
“What I did with Outlaw isn’t your business,” she said, losing some of her steam, her eyes watering. “You’ll respect me as Johnnie’s wife or else.”
Slipper chortled. “Why the fuck I have to respect you when Outlaw don’t?”
“Fuck me, I said shut the fuck up,” Outlaw ordered. “Cuz she fuckin’ right, Slipper. You fuckin’ respectin’ her as John Boy wife and as a bitch under club protection.”
“You don’t need to jump in and rescue me,” she told Outlaw through tight lips. “I’m not Meggie.”
Outlaw glared at Kendall, still not speaking to her.
“Come on, motherfucker,” he said to Slipper, leaning against the car and lighting a cigarette. “Drop this shit. I wanna check on Fee, then we gotta hit some fuckin’ spots.”
“I’m going to tell Johnnie I don’t want you guarding me ever again,” she said. “He’s going to ask me why and I intend to tell him, in great detail, what went on today. Be prepared to kiss your ass goodbye. Disrespecting another member’s old lady is not done. If you don’t want Johnnie’s wrath, apologize to me.”
“If you apologize to me for talking down to me, I’ll apologize to you,” Slipper negotiated.
“In your fucking dreams,” she said with a snort.
He belched again and pounded on his chest with his fist. “Suck my cock, Kendall.”
Sighing and flicking his cigarette away, Outlaw elbowed Slipper in the nose. Blood gushed out and Slipper covered his bleeding nostrils with his hand, moaning. Pummeling his face and jaw, Outlaw dropped Slipper like a sack of shit, delivering a few kicks to his stomach.
Slipper vomited alcohol and blood, with chunks of the fried chicken breast he’d eaten.
Outlaw frowned at the mess on the ground. “Stand the fuck up.”
Instead, curling up, the man clutched his stomach and coughed.
“I’m fuckin’ countin’ to ten. If you ain’t on your fuckin’ feet, I’m stompin’ the fuck outta you. One.”
Slipper swayed to his knees, breathing heavily.
“Two.”
He planted one foot on the ground.
“Three.”
He dropped his knee, instead of moving the second foot.
“Four.”
Slipper doubled over, regressing.
“Five.”
More vomit.
“Six.”
“Outlaw’s going to fucking kill you for insulting me,” Kendall announced, flushing at Outlaw’s glower.
“Seven.”
Panting, Slipper attempted to plant both feet on the ground again.
“Eight.”
When Slipper stood, Kendall’s face fell in disappointment.
“Lemme explain shit to you, Slipper.” Outlaw circled the man. “How the fuck I feel about Kendall ain’t got fuck all to do with how the fuck you feel. It sure the fuck ain’t got fuck all to do with how the fuck I expect you to fuckin’ treat her. She belong to Johnnie. You better fuckin’ respect her for that fuckin’ reason alone. This bitch fucked with my cock and my wife, but you ain’t fuckin’ disrespectin’ her.” He ended his speech with a solid punch to Slipper’s mouth that sent him flying backwards. “I gotta get the fuck,” he announced as if he hadn’t just knocked a motherfucker out cold. “This must be the fuckin’ Piss-Outlaw-the-fuck-off-week.”
“Thank you for defending my honor, Outlaw,” Kendall said softly.
He didn’t respond to her.
“Should I tell Johnnie about Slipper, Outlaw?”
“Cash, if you need my fuckin’ ass, hit me on my cell,” Outlaw said and walked away, refusing to acknowledge Kendall.
Her lower lip trembled as Outlaw reached his hog, his loud pipes filling the air, a biker’s symphony that Cash never tired of. Stretch already had the gate open and Outlaw sped through, gliding to a stop as Johnnie did the same, heading in.