Teased(64)

“Gert, you know it’s better I stay away…”

“Afraid they’ll send you back to prison? In my day, I would have pulled my time. I wouldn’t have had to deal with no parole,” the woman bragged.

“Did they have cars and airplanes back then or were people still riding horses?” Colton joked.

“I’ll shove a horse up your ass,” Gert mock threatened.

Vida couldn’t keep from laughing, turning the woman’s attention towards her.

“Who’s the bitch?”

Vida stiffened, ready to snap a remark back at the woman.

This time it was Colton laughing. Putting an arm around Vida’s shoulder, he pulled her close to his side.

“This is Vida.”

“She’s pretty. What does she want with your ass?”

Colton smiled, answering her question without words. Vida wanted to strangle him.

“Go on in. Ice is waiting for you. Your bitch can wait out here with the others and me.

“But I want…” Vida interrupted.

“Doesn’t matter what you want. No women are allowed in church. Go on, Colton, I got this.”

“I won’t be long,” he said before disappearing behind a door to the side of them.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Gert’s no nonsense attitude left Vida without a choice.

Gert led her into a large room with several chairs, two pool tables and a large bar with several bar stools. A large group of women were sitting in the oversized chairs, talking. They were all of various ages; several seemed to be her own age or younger, but there were many who were older.

They stopped talking when Gert entered the room with her.

“This is Colton’s old lady, so you bitches better behave,” she threatened the women. “You want a beer?” she asked Vida.

“Thanks.” Right now Vida needed all the alcohol she could get with the women all staring at her.

Gert went behind the bar before coming back with a cold beer, handing it to her. “Thank you.”

“Well, isn’t she polite,” a blond said snidely.

“Better watch your mouth,” a pretty brunette said, getting up and coming forward.

“Why do we have to kiss her ass? Colton’s not a member anymore. Dumb fuck got caught…” A loud smack across her face had her falling backward into the chair she was sitting on. Gert was standing over her.

“I told you to be nice, bitch.” The blond shut up, holding her cheek.

“That’s Rita, and I’m Crush.” Vida smiled at the pretty brunette. “Have a seat, and I’ll introduce everyone else. Vida took an empty seat next to a young looking girl, wondering if she was even eighteen.

“Hi, I’m Rave.”

As the other women introduced themselves, Vida wasn’t sure she would remember their names, she was so nervous.

“How did you meet Colton?” Rave asked. Vida told them about her meeting Colton at the strip club and even the women that had given her a cool reception seemed to defrost.

Rita came to sit next to her. “I didn’t realize you were a sister. From the way you were dressed, I thought you were a stuck up cow. I stripped, too, before I met Lizard. He didn’t like a bunch of strangers staring at my tits.”

“He doesn’t mind if every man in the club sees them,” Gert taunted.

“That’s different.” Rita shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, he knows you’re a slut,” Gert interrupted again.

“Old woman, I’ll pull that grey hair out of your head for free if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Gert leaned back in her chair laughing. “Come and get me.”

Rita ignored her, turning back to Vida. They were still talking when the men came into the room. Colton came under attack from several of the women, each trying to get his attention. Several even kissed him on the mouth, taking turns. Vida’s blood was beginning to boil.

“Calm down, they’re just saying hi,” Gert said by her side.

“They don’t have to use their tongue to do it,” Vida replied sharply.

Colton, seeing her, broke free from the women and came to her side. He curled his arm around her waist and pulled her close as Ice and Max managed to edge through the crowd.

“Vida, you remember Ice and Max?” Another man came to stand by Ice. “That’s Buzzard. He’s Ice’s vice-president.

Vida acknowledged each man, her eyes on the one behind the group with the scar.

Colton’s arm tightened on her when he saw who she was staring at.

“That’s Jackal. He’s Ice’s sergeant-at-arms.”

“Why did Ice need to see you?” Vida dragged her attention from the club members, concerned for Sawyer’s safety.