Within minutes we are pulling up to the gates of the clubhouse. As soon as the gates open I pull in and park where all the vehicles are parked. Knowing my purse will be safe here, I just grab my phone, keys, and drink to take in with me.
I hear Mario coming back toward the SUV. Looking up, I see he brought reinforcements. Mick, Rory, Juan, Shane, and Cain are heading over with Mads and Kierstie.
Kirstie walks up to me. “I heard you brought a shit ton of food, girlie.”
“I dunno about a shit ton. Have you seen how much your brothers eat?”
“You made berry cobbler! Beautiful, why didn’t I know you make cobbler?” Rory asks as he grabs the cobbler to bring in.
Smiling at his excitement, I say, “I dunno, it’s not like it's a state secret or anything. I made Uncle Tim and Uncle Ben’s favorite desserts for tonight. Berry Cobbler and Pineapple Dream.”
“You made Pineapple Dream?” Mario, the prospect who almost never speaks to me, asks.
Nodding at him, “Yep I made two trays of it and two of cobbler. You like it?”
“Yeah, it was my dad’s favorite. I haven’t had it since he passed away years ago. If this is anything like what my nana made, then I might need to get in line to marry ya.”
Juan walks up next to him and glares at him. “Cousin or not,Prospect, you better not be proposing to our woman.”
“Hey, I just want her desserts, we all know everything else is yours, cousin.”
“Hey!” Juan glares over at me, after I poked him in the side.
“I knew he was just joking, and I’m happy to make any of your brothers or prospects their favorite desserts anytime. Calm down, caveman.”
Roars of laughter surround us as everyone laughs at us. I think his sisters are the loudest of the bunch.
Mads manages to speak through her fit of laughter. “She put you in your damn place, big brother. That’s fucking awesome.”
Juan glares at her. “You’re lucky I’ve got my hands full little sister, but just you watch yourself.”
Still giggling, Mads waves him off and looks at me.
“Please tell me you’ve caught up and read Mirrah’s new release.”
“Um, I think that’s the one I just started. Hold on, I should have my tablet in my bag.”
Leaning into the back seat of my SUV to look in my bag for my tablet, I hear one voice I really hoped to never hear again.
“They let your fat ass back here again?”
Turning around, I see the trainwreck that is Kathleen. She’s standing there, hands on her hips, in a crop top, mini skirt and sky-high heels, along with enough makeup to rival any beauty pageant contestant.
“Of course they let her in. She’s my brothers’ girlfriend. What I wanna know is what the fuck you’re doing here?” Kierstie, God love her, is always one to step right into things.
“Which brother, hag, you got a bunch of them.”
Realizing I’ve had enough shit for the day, and that this bitch needs to leave my sight now.
“Doesn’t fucking matter, though I think you know, since you ran your mouth and got banned by Jon. So the real question is just how fucking stupid are you to come here after being banned? You know none of the guys want anything to do with you and you’re not fucking welcome! So take your dry, diseased, and used-up vag and get the fuck out of here!”
If people could have steam coming out of their eyes, Kathleen would be.
She screeches, “You fat fucking bitch! I’m supposed to be the pres’s old lady! It’s meant to be me!”
She starts coming at me, and without thinking, I reach back and smack her across the face, getting a handful of hair and an earring for my trouble. She crumples to the ground, holding her cheek and crying, not even attempting to fight back. I grab her by the hair and drag her behind me. This queen of crabsville is going to see what my fat ass and thighs can really do. I’m done with bitches who think they’re better than me. The whole time I’m dragging her, she’s kicking, scratching at my hands to get them out of her hair, and screeching about me being a crazy bitch.
Kierstie is behind me, kicking at her legs. “Bitch, you’re the crazy one, thinkin’ any brother is going to want your used-up snatch as an old lady. You need to get gone and never come back, or it won’t just be Jane escorting your dumbass out!”
