Daisy’s dad, Maker, is a member of the club. He was around when Chipper and Kidd’s dad started the Renegade Sons, but he was never more than a worker bee. To be honest, he’s a pretty good guy, but he’s dumber than shit and lets Lula run him around by the hair on his balls.
Lula, Daisy’s mom, is one of the biggest bitches I’ve ever met. I swear her and Roxy are fighting for the title of bitch numero uno. Not only does she control every aspect of Maker and Daisy’s life, but she does her best to make Daisy feel like shit every time she talks to her.
I get out of the car and look towards the fancy ass house that Lula and Maker live in, and then look towards the tiny garage that Daisy calls home. Every time I come here, it pisses me off just seeing it. She tells everyone that the garage has been converted into an apartment, but that’s bullshit. It’s nothing more than an old garage with a few pieces of ratty furniture stuck in it. When she first moved into it, the damn thing didn’t even have any insulation or sheetrock. It was so damn cold in the winter that I’m not sure how in the hell she didn’t freeze to death.
The first time I saw how she was living, I got mad as hell and made sure everyone at the club knew what her place was like. At the time, I didn’t have much money set back, but I still offered to pay to get the place fixed up a bit for her. In the end, I didn’t have to spend a single penny. Preach came in and did all of the work for free. He even bought all of the supplies too. He tries to pretend that Daisy doesn’t mean shit to him, but anyone with eyes can see right through all of his bull shit bravado. As much as I hate to admit it, Preach looks at Daisy like I look at Kidd.
I walk towards the garage, trying to plan out what I’m going to say to Daisy. I know I need to talk to her about the shit she pulled this morning, but I don’t really know how the hell I’m supposed to tell a twenty year old not to be shoving food up her twat. Shit. That’s just something she should know without having to be told. Common sense is not strong with this one if she really did think that she could stick an orange in her vag and get away with it.
I don’t even get a chance to knock before Daisy is jerking the door open. “I knew you’d show up sooner or later.”
I try to hide my smile before I respond. “Well, someone had to come over here and straighten you out.”
Her eyes narrow before she steps out of the door step and motions for me to come inside. “Don’t tell me that you believed Kandy’s bullshit too?”
“What do you mean, her bullshit?” I ask as I make my way to her sofa.
“Preach came over here earlier, giving me seven kinds of hell.” She blows out a frustrated breath before sitting beside me. “Can you believe he honestly thinks that I shoved an orange up my hoo-hah just to get his attention?”
I nearly laugh at her words. She’s the only chick I know that takes off her clothes for a living, but still calls her pussy a hoo-hah. “You didn’t?”
A blush crosses her face as she starts to shake her head. “No way. I’m not an idiot, no matter what everyone else thinks.”
“Well, then what the hell happened? I know Skittles took you to the hospital.”
She nods. “Yes, because I had an allergic reaction to the new body glitter you bought last week.”
“Where the hell did the orange story come from?”
She jerks her purse from the coffee table and pulls out a jar full of orange glitter gel. “The glitter is orange.”
“You stuck the glitter up your pussy?” I ask, confused at the directions that this conversation is going.
“No!” she shouts. “I would never do something as stupid as that. I just rubbed the glitter around my G-string. I thought it would look cool on the stage.”
“Then why the hell did Skittles have to take you the hospital?”
Daisy stands up and jerks down her shorts. There is a deep red rash running from mid-thigh to her lower stomach. “The doctor said there’s something in the new glitter that I’m allergic too.”
Ouch! “So why the hell was I told that you stuck an orange up your snatch?”
She pulls her shorts up and plops back down on the couch. “Leah,” she says with a hiss. “She walked in when I was showing the rash to some of the other girls. Next thing I know, she’s telling everyone that stupid story. You know how the girls are, anything for a laugh, especially that bitch.”