Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(73)

“New Girl!” I shout.
She rolls her eyes at me and replies, “My name is Krista.”
I roll my eyes right back at her.  “Until you earn your spot, you’re New Girl.”
She shrugs.  “Whatever.”
Her tone has the other girls backing away.  They know I don’t take shit.  I’ve only had to use my fists a time or two here, but I’m not scared to use them when necessary.  “We need to talk.”
“Yeah?  So, talk,” she says, looking back to her mirror and finishing up her makeup.
“I want to talk in private, so get your ass up and follow me.”
I hear her let out a frustrated sigh as she stands up.  Daisy and Ginger gasp. This bitch has an attitude, an attitude I’m more than happy to break.
I narrow my eyes at her and place on my Ice persona. “You best not have sighed ‘cause I told you it’s time to chat, bitch.”
Her eyes go wide, but my warning tone doesn’t stop the attitude from coming out in her. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t talk to me like that.”
The girls that haven’t been here very long let out another shocked gasp, but the girls that have been around for a while start to laugh. They know I’ll never let her get away with this shit.
“I can talk to you however the fuck I want to. I’m the one in charge of the club girls, the strippers, and this fucking club,” I say, walking up close to her, grabbing her by her blonde hair, and pulling her face towards mine. “And you should know that girls who piss me off have a bad habit of ending up dead.”#p#分页标题#e#
She gulps and shrinks back, leaving me with a handful of her skanky ass hair. “Now let’s go.”
With that, I turn around and lead her to my office.  
“Sit,” I say, motioning towards the chair before taking a seat on the ugly ass beige couch that’s been in this office for more years than I can count. I really need to replace this piece of shit. I shake off my thoughts of my crappy ass furniture and look towards Krista, who decided to sit beside me. I can’t figure out if she’s brave or just stupid.  “Now, New Girl. Have you ever been a part of an MC?”
She shakes her head no, but the way her eyes flash tells me that she’s lying.  Something isn’t right here, and I know it.  I have the urge to toss her out and let Kidd handle her, but I don’t like the idea of her being around Kidd.  I decide to keep her here and see what I can find out.
“Well, looks like I’ll need to fill you in.  Around here, I’m the boss. I control who I let into the club house to be club girls, and I control who gets on the stage here. I even control who goes behind the counter.”
“Kidd told me I could work here,” she states, looking pleased with herself.
“He may have, but if I decide I don’t want you, he’ll back me.  He told me so last night in bed,” I say, embellishing the truth just a bit.  
I watch her gulp then nod.  “I understand.”
I shake my head.  “No, I don’t think you do.  You follow my rules, or I will fire you, but not before I kick your ass.”
She nods again, so I continue.  “The rules are simple.  I catch you doing drugs, you’re out. If I catch you selling drugs in my club, even to the other girls, you’re dead. You don’t sell your pussy inside or outside of this club to anyone but a member or a friend of the MC. You only do that when you get my go ahead. Now, do you understand?”
She nods, but looks anything but sure. I take a minute to let my words settle in, and then say, “You wanna be a club girl, then you need to get tested regularly.  You also need to get on the pill, if you’re not already on one. The most important thing is that you always make the guys wear condoms, but you also need to take the pill just in case one breaks.  We don’t need you to get knocked up and having some Old Lady whack ya.  Even if the guy doesn’t have an Old Lady, he may not step up and take care of you and the kid.  You need to protect yourself; respect yourself.”
I look at her, and she looks scared now; almost as if she’s re-thinking her position here? I can only hope so. This life style isn’t meant to be lived by pussies. “I also don’t tolerate back talk. Which means that if I say jump, you say ‘yes ma’am, how high?’ and  if you ever talk to me the way you did this morning, you better believe that you’ll find yourself pounding pavement.”
“I won’t,” she replies, but her tone tells me that what she doesn’t say to my face, she will be saying behind my back.  “Can I go now?”