“Well, it’s fucking Friday! All of the hangarounds are here. Motherfucker Romeo best not be with a bitch; he’s mine,” Cherry hisses, gathering her brows.
The hangarounds are young and cute; the Brothers will be all over them like rye on bread.
Fuckers.
“Romeo doesn’t fuck them; he gets blow jobs,” Candy says, turning up her lips.
“That’s still not okay. That man is mine. Fucking motherfucker is going to make me crazy, and I’m going to kill the bitches,” Cherry hisses.
“Yeah, these fuckers like to string us along,” I huff, looking at the girls walking into the clubhouse.
“I don’t get Romeo; I know that he loves you since we were small,” Candy says, gathering her brows.
“Yeah, the fuckers get too comfortable and take us for granted,” I hiss, pursing my lips.
“Yeah, Sissy, it must be us because both the asshats are fucking with us,” Cherry hums.
“No! The bastards fuck with all of us. Look what stupid Snake did to me; he fucking played me. After he sweet talked me forever, promising me the moon, everything. Motherfuker should be glad that he was sent on a run because I’m seriously thinking of cutting off his dick,” Poison hisses, grabbing the steering wheel tight.
“Yeah, you should have cut up that club whore face for disrespecting you, and us. The club whores are getting too fucking comfortable and are now trying to do as they please! It’s not happening; it’s our MC, our men, our family,” I hiss, grabbing onto the door armrest.
I’m feeling dizzy and want to throw up. I need to get inside fast.
“Sissy, you should when he returns,” Candy says, turning up her lips.
“I need to get inside; I feel nauseous,” I say, closing my eyes and covering my mouth.
“Oh my, let go inside,” Poison says, opening her door,
My sisters walk around to help me out. We walk into the back door and into the private door to our apartment.
“Stay with us,” Poison says, grabbing my arm.
“Yeah, we should. Sissy, we don’t want Demon or Mama Bear to catch us getting home late,” Cherry says.
“I think that I’m feeling sick because I haven’t eaten,” I hum.
“I’ll get Killer to get us something to eat,” Candy says, pulling out her cell.
“Get us something good,” Cherry hums, moving her head up and down.
“Fuck, it’s late, not much is open. But I know that he will get us something good,” Cherry says.
Candy puts her cell away and opens the door.
“Move out of my way!”
I can’t wait; I run to the bathroom and throw up. I’m feeling weak, and so dizzy.
The next day.
“How are you feeling,” Poison asks, making a cup of coffee in the little kitchen.
“I’m good, but my stomach is still upset,” I hum, leaning against the recliner.
“Gosh, you must have a bug,” Cherry says, taking a bite of a bagel.
“We have some Tums; maybe it will help,” Candy says, grabbing a coffee cup from the shelf.
