I don’t know how she’s doing it, but she’s got a hold of my dick and it doesn’t want to go anywhere else but in her.No woman had ever had such an impact on him, and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. The more he tried to forget her, the more he thought of her. And then he went and asked her to his mother’s party.I don’t know what the hell is—
His thoughts were interrupted by some ruckus in the back where the pool tables were. Before he could figure out what was going on, Roughneck, jaw tight and scowling, came over with one of his brothers, Tequila. Slamming his fist on the counter, he yelled, “Fuck that shit!”
A muscular, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties came over. “What’s got you so pissed off?”
“You got a fuckin’ pool shark hustling my brothers, Mac. Since when do you let that shit go on in your hall?”
As the owner and the biker president spoke, apprehension and anger knotted inside Muerto. He glanced at Crow, who stared back at him. As Muerto opened his mouth to say something, Brick came over, cussing up a storm.
“I fuckin’ lost my balls to a bitch who hustled me. I been playing the game for the last couple of hours and she acted like she was a dumb fuck. Turns out she’s a damn good player. Like a fuckin’ pro.”
“I’m not gonna have that shit in my place.” Red splotches flared up over Mac’s frowning face. “I’ll take care of this.”
Crow cleared his throat and pointed to Muerto, then himself. “We may know who you’re talkin’ about.”
Army pushed himself into the conversation. “I heard the bitch tried the same shit at our pool hall.” He glanced at Crow and Muerto. “You guys know her, right?”
“Does she have long black hair?” Muerto asked as dread wrapped around him.
“Down to her rounded ass that I’m planning to fuck hard. I’ll show the cunt what happens when she fucks over a biker. Get rid of the citizens, Mac. You’re closing shop. We’re pulling a train on the bitch. I’m gonna make sure I rough up all her holes.”
In biker vernacular, “pulling a train” meant all members had sex with a woman any way they wanted. In many of the outlaw clubs, it was the way to initiate a club girl. Being a club girl meant that the woman wore the MC’s “Property Of” patch. A woman who wanted to be a club girl knew the initiation process and agreed to be part of it. In some clubs, pulling a train was used as punishment for a woman who disrespected the brotherhood.
Muerto stood up. “I got this, dude. I know her. I’ll make it right.”
By that time, several more Fallen Slayers had come over to see why Brick was so riled up. Knuckles pounded one of his fists into the palm of his hand. “The cunt has to pay for disrespecting a brother. No one makes a fuckin’ fool out of a Fallen Slayer. And we don’t give a damn if it’s a bitch or a dude—they’re going down if they mess with us.”
“Knuckles, Brick, I got this.” Muerto started to go but Brandy grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Let the bitch fend for herself,” she said in a low voice. “You’ve warned her about doing this shit, so why break up a fun time over her?”
“Brandy’s right. She knows the consequence of doing this sort of thing. I wouldn’t get involved in it,” Jaime said softly.
“It sounds like this cunt has been warned, so this is probably the lesson she needs,” Knuckles said while Tequila, Griller, and Skeet nodded.
“We’ll take care of this. No reason to pull a train without the chick wanting it,” Army said.
“That’s the way we teach bitches a lesson when they disrespect the club,” Brick gritted, the vein in his temple pulsing. “You guys gonna stop us?” Several of the Fallen Slayers came over, their faces taut, their fists clenched.
“We’re just saying no one’s doing shit to anyone until we see what’s going on. And as long as we’re here, no one’s pulling a train unless the woman wants it,” Steel said as he walked over. “You got a problem with this, Roughneck?”
A strained silence fell between the two clubs, then Roughneck cleared his throat. “Make this right or we will.”
Tension squeezed every nerve in Muerto’s body as the battle between loyalty to the brotherhood waged with his feelings for Raven.I can’t have anything happen to her.Pulling his arm out of Brandy’s grasp, he said loudly, “I said I’d fuckin’ take care of this.” Turning his back to the group, he made his way to the pool tables.
Before he got to the area, he saw her bent over the table taking a shot. She looked so sexy in her jeans and crop top, her black hair cascading down her back. It looked like Indian ink as it shined under the brass light fixture. As he approached, her signature scent tantalized him. Right before she made the shot, he coughed loudly.
Jumping, she missed the ball. “What the fuck?” She whirled around angrily, her eyes glistening brightly, cold and metallic. Then when her gaze landed on his, she stopped dead in her tracks. “You made me miss that shot,” she said softly.
“And it’s a damn good thing I did. These guys are ready to strip your hide. Come on.” He grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the table.
“I haven’t finished the game yet.”
“Yeah you have.” He dragged her to the other side of the room, ignoring the jeers and glares. As she tried to break away from him, he tightened his grip.
Finally he stopped. “How much money did you win?” She shrugged. “Raven, I don’t have time for this bullshit. Where’s the money?” She crossed her arms and looked away. “Woman, even if I have to take all your clothes off to find it, I will. Now hand it over.”
Tossing her head, she said, “I keep my winnings in my bra, and I’m not going to give them to you.”
