I arch a brow at her, “Could’ve fucking fooled me with your stunt last night.”
“I’ll get the gear and you’ll plant it in his car and the house. Do I make myself clear?” Drifter says.
She nods, and I release her arm, she rubs her arm where I’ve just held her.
“That’s going to bruise. How am I going to explain that to Liam?” she asks.
“I don’t care how you explain that shit to him, you’re lucky that’s all you’ve got.” I snap.
“Let’s go before we draw too much attention,” Drifter says, and we make our way back out to the bikes.
“I still want fucking blood, Drifter.”
“I know, patience.”
Bella
I rush down the stairs calling Clay, but it just rings out.Clay answer your fucking phone. I woke up alone, again. But this time, I wasn’t angry, I was worried, I felt him tossing and turning all night after Brandy’s stunt. I wasn’t worried for her safety, shit, she was lucky she left here in one piece. I’ve never seen red like that before. I look around the bar, but he’s nowhere tobe seen. I dial him again, charging into the kitchen, Red and Rochelle look up from the table.
“Where’s the fire?” Rochelle asks.
“You seen Clay?”
“No, why? What’s up?” Red asks as the ladies exchange a confused look with each other.
I lower myself into the seat, “Oh my god, it’s such a mess. I walked in on Clay passed out, Brandy was sucking his cock.”
Red’s chair screeches across the floor as she stands up abruptly. “He best be fucking hiding.”
I put my hand on her arm. “No, not like that, she spiked his fucking drink. He was out cold.”
“Right, let’s go.” Rochelle leaps into action.
“Where we going?”
“That fucking whore can’t get away with that shit, we’re going to the strip club,” Rochelle snaps.
Red rubs her hands gleefully, “Oh yeah, this bitch is gonna pay, you don’t mess with the ol’ ladies.”
They high-five each other, and Red grabs my hand. “Let me grab my keys.”
We’ve been sitting at the club for over an hour now, her shift hasn’t started yet, so the ladies decided we would wait her out. I take my phone out of my bag and dial Clay again.
“Nah ah, I don’t think so,” Rochelle says, snatching it out of my hand, ending the call. “They don’t need to know what we are doing, this is ol’ lady business.” She shoves my phone into my bag. I go to protest and then see Red stand up, we follow her line of sight as Brandy walks in, she sees us immediately and turns to leave.
“Brandy,” Rochelle screams, she turns slowly.
“I’ve already had the fucking riot act. I don’t need you ladies on my case, too.”
“Bullshit,” Rochelle barks. “You don’t fuck around in my club and think you can walk around like you own the place, you need to understand your place as a fucking club whore.”
The strip club goes silent, all eyes are on us, Brandy almost looks embarrassed, but straightens her shoulders and attempts to storm past us.
Red steps in front of her path. “Wow, you got some balls, I’ll give you that.”
“Listen, you’re fucking welcome to Clay,” she snarls at me, inches from my face. “He couldn’t even get it up.” Before I even think about my actions, my hand rears back, slapping her across the face, she holds her hand over where it connected. “And was that supposed to hurt?” she snarls. Rochelle steps in front of me before I have a chance to retaliate.
“Now, you listen up, you little skank. You will not burden the fucking clubhouse with your dried-up dirty cunt.” Rochelle’s voice is filled with venom, but Brandy doesn’t flinch.
