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“Ouch. Way to hit a girl’s ego.”
“Come on, sourpuss. Go scare the shit outta the club girls, then you and me gotta have a talk.”
“About me keepin’ my fuckin’ mouth shut?” I looked away and took a deep breath. “You gonna make me resign? I know you can’t have a VP who continually gets herself into trouble.”
He sighed but took my hand. “Come with me, baby. We’ll talk about this upstairs.”
Yeah. He was totally gonna let me down easy. For some strange reason, it made my eyes sting. As a rule, I never cried. Sure, there were times I needed to let off some steam that didn’t seem to want to go any other way, but never in front of others. And not in front of Rocket if he was making me not be vice president. I knew I was shit at this. But I was trying, Goddamnit!
Frustration roiling inside me, my emotions as high as they’d been at any other time in my life, I stepped into the clubhouse with Rocket…
And he was immediately swamped by fucking club whores who managed to dislodge my hand from his and shove me away from Rocket.
I thought I had that shit under control. I thought that, with me not only being VP but sporting Rocket’s property patch, they’d leave us all alone. I’d done my best to avoid them since the incident with Plush when Rocket had brought me home covered in blood the first time. I hadn’t even had to lift a finger. Looked like that was changing.
“So Goddamned sick of this.” My muttered curse caught a few of the girls’ attention. It didn’t escape my notice that Plush wasn’t in the middle of this bunch. Unfortunately there were at least three others. I couldn’t really tell because my stupid eyes chose that moment to tear up. Now I couldn’t see out of either eye.
The way I saw it was this. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, I was fucked. If I left to go have my breakdown, I left Rocket with greedy club whores and I was fucked. If I stayed and started crying, I was doubly fucked. The men wouldn’t want a hormonal, emotional mess being their VP and I wouldn’t blame them. The only option I had was to beat the shit outta someone and quite possibly break some code of conduct I wasn’t aware of by killing someone I shouldn’t and… I was fucked.
Well. If I was fucked either way, I’d take the most satisfying way out.
Without a word, I snagged a bottle Rattler had set on the bar. Probably for Rocket.
“Ah, hell. Rocket! Look out!” I wasn’t sure who shouted the warning but it was too late. I used the neck as a handle as I took the few steps separating me and the group of women and Rocket.
Rocket’s gaze found mine and his eyes widened. It wasn’t until I brought the bottle down on the head of the first woman that I realized Rocket thought I might hit him. He hadn’t lifted his hands in defense, nor did he try to stop the carnage I was currently unleashing. In fact, he took a couple steps backward.
“Imma kill every fuckin’ woman who laid a hand on my man,” I said in a low voice. “I’m done fuckin’ with you lot.”
The broken end of the bottle was still in my hand and I jabbed one woman in the thigh. She shrieked, backing off. The rest didn’t move fast enough to suit me.
“So done with this fuckin’ shit!” I stabbed another one in the shoulder, leaving the glass shank when she backed off. From there, I used my fists and feet. One of them landed a blow to the already injured side of my face. The pain was more than I was prepared for, and I staggered back though I managed to hold back a cry that wanted to escape.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I fought to get my footing. That one misstep seemed to be a silent signal to the other women because the next thing I knew there were four of them pounding on me.
My ears rang under the onslaught, but I thought I heard Rocket’s ferocious roar of anger in the background. Not that it mattered.
“Let her go, man. She needs this and I think the whores do too. They’ve been pushing at her boundaries. Time they find out where they are.” I wasn’t certain who spoke, but I thought it might have been Bear.
“If they hurt her, I’ll kill every fuckin’ one of ‘em.” That was definitely Rocket. Taking my attention away from the fight got me smacked on the sore side of my face again but I didn’t cry out or do more than turn my head before punching the woman’s crotch. She screamed in pain and backed off, clutching her crotch.
“Ha! Cunt punch, bitch!” I yelled as I continued to fight, getting to my feet. Grabbing the closest woman by the hair, I slammed her against a nearby table where I found another bottle. I broke it over the same woman’s head, then threw myself back into the fray. That was when I noticed Venus taking out women close to me. There was more than a little bit of blood around the room, most of it from the women we fought.
“That bitch is rabid, Rocket! Put her down! We aren’t safe around her!” That fucking cunt! She had the audacity to complain to my man about me? When she had her hands on him? I bared my teeth and stalked to her. “You ain’t seen rabid. But you’re fixin’ to.” I swiped out with the broken bottle neck, catching her across the cheek in a deep gash. “Bet that’ll leave a mark.”
Venus was beside me. I turned, afraid I’d have to fight her, and I knew there was no way I could win against the other woman. Not only was she taller, stronger, and generally more experienced than me in every aspect of fighting, life, and pretty much everything else, I also wasn’t sure how much gas I had left in the tank. I was hurting. Inside and out. I’d thought I had at least this much under control. Obviously, I was wrong. Was I wrong about Rocket as well? He said wanted to talk to me. Was this when he’d tell me he’d underestimate the amount of trouble I was and that he’d had enough?
The thought of losing Rocket through my own stupidity unleashed a torrent of grief I hadn’t known was inside me. I turned that grief to rage. I wasn’t certain exactly what I’d done, but the next thing I knew, Venus was pulling me off a club girl and handing me over to Rocket.
“Get off me, Rocket! You want your skanky club whores? You can fucking have them!” I screamed and kicked. Rocket took my blows but didn’t let me go.
“Malishka, stop.” Venus moved into my line of sight. “They got message, little sister.” She stroked my hair off my face and cupped my cheek. “You make fine vice president. You make even better old lady.” She grinned and raised her voice so everyone heard her. “I hear men you were torturing are waiting for more in club dungeon. Do you wish for me to continue or wait for you?”
I looked up at her. Her gaze was steady on me, and I knew I was going to have to say something. Taking a deep breath, I pushed back from Rocket. I was afraid he wouldn’t let me go but, surprisingly, he did. Which made me want to cry all the harder. I wanted him to force the issue. Like he had back at that fucking shack. I wanted him to want to hold me and never let me go. To protect me even though I didn’t need it.
Only… maybe I did need his protection.
“No.” I straightened, not bothering to swipe at my tears. Leaving them was bad, but acknowledging them was worse. “Build their suspense. I need a bit of time to ice my face and take a Tylenol, then I’ll be down.”
