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“That was fucking cold and uncalled for,” I say in a menacing tone. Opal is clearly intimidated by this bitch. If she can’t defend herself, I sure as hell will—hell, I’m not afraid of anyone.
Candy glowers at me. “It’s the fucking truth, and she needs to hear it. He sure as hell hasn’t stopped getting his dick wet—with Red or me or any number of the bar bitches he picks up when he’s out. She’s a fucking bunny. She needs to stop saving the goods for only one guy and start spreading the love, or she’s out.”
I straighten myself the way I always do when I’m challenged. “Opal doesn’t have to spread anything for anyone if she doesn’t want to. From what Maceo told me, you guys choose who you want to have sex with, when, and how much. He doesn’t fucking care if you do or don’t have sex with anyone. It’s not a requirement to be here at the club. No one here forces any of you to do shit. So stop pressuring her to do stuff she’s not comfortable with.”
“What the hell is with thisMaceoshit? His name is Atlas. And a bunny isn’t monogamous. We fuck the lot. If she isn’t doing it, she’s not a bunny. What the fuck is she good for?” Candy snaps back, getting up in my face.
“You’re right, she’s not a bunny. She’s a Mercy Raven MCwomanwho everyone loves. What she provides to all of them, they appreciate, and she doesn’t need to spread her legs to earn it. This twisted idea you have in your head about having to sleep with them is simply not accurate of what the crew expects from you. Lay the fuck off of Opal,” I seethe.
“What the hell do you know about any of us, or this club? What? You think because you gave Atlas what you have betweenyourlegs that you suddenly know him and what his club represents? You don’t know shit,” she shouts, jabbing her finger into my chest.
I smirk. I’m going to hit far below the belt, making Candy’s head spin. “At least I know he wants what’s between my legs.”
“Daaaaaamn!” Ebony crows with a grin, raising her cup up high. “This girl came to dance!”
Candy looks like she’s ready to combust before an evil glint shines in her brown eyes. “I said I’m a MC bunny. I’ve servicedallof the Mercy Ravens MC.”
I snort at her absurdity. “I know for a fact you’ve never serviced Maceo. He told me as much.”
Her smile is vile. “Then he lied to you.”
Now this woman is being a straight up cunt. I won’t stand by and have her insult my man by calling him a liar.Enough of this shit.“Okay, let’s go confront Maceo together. Let’s hear it from the club’s president.”
The panic in Candy is subtle, but it’s there. She’s not use to women challenging her back. “Atlas is busy with Gauge and Chase going over the last mission. He’s not going to be happy if we interrupt him.”
I smile, because I’m kind of a vindictive bitch that way. “I guarantee he will not be upset with the intrusion because he’salwayshappy to see me. Come on, let’s go ask. It will take one minute, tops. It’s a yes or no question.” I coax with my hand, waving at her to follow me outside to the garage.
Candy sneers at me, clearly heated for me calling her out on her shit. “You might be willing to piss off Atlas when he’s working, but I know enough not to bother him.”
“Okay, fair enough. How about we settle it another way?” I push down the maniacal laugh bubbling in my chest. “How big is his dick?”
Opal chokes on her drink. Ebony is losing her shit behind me.
I have no intention of actually divulging this information to Candy and the other girls, but I do want to make Candy squirm.
Candy takes a moment to collect herself and shrugs. “It’s big, of course.”
Ebony rolls her dark eyes before looking over at me. “The guys brag about their dicks all the time. Her guess is from what she’s picked up in conversation, and not what she’s seen firsthand.”
Candy shoots Ebony a disgruntled look that screams ‘shut the fuck up.’
“Okay, different question. What does he have tattooed along the inside of his left thigh?” There’s nothing tattooed there, but she doesn’t know that.
“Um, I only focus on his dick. I guess I never paid close attention,” she says, flustered.
“What about which penis piercing? Prince Albert or Apadravya?” I’m not actually revealing anything personal, but none of the girls realize this. The answer is ‘neither’ because it’s a frenum piercing. Doesn’t matter if she jacked him off, sucked him off, or fucked him, she would know by feel alone.
“Uh, it’s, it’s the PA,” she guesses in a stutter.
“Neither! But for argument sake, what color is his penis when he’s hard?”
Opal looks between us like a deer in headlights and Ebony bounces in place like she has a bet on the fight.
Candy looks at me, confused. “It’s red?”
“Wrong!” I say. I get up in her face and smile. “It’s every shade of my lipstick.”
Opal squeaks and covers her mouth, and Ebony slides to the floor, cackling.
