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I quirked an eyebrow at the floozie and smirked. “None of your concern.”
Sandi sneered as she looked me up and down. “So, you’re the fucking reason we’re all out of bed before noon.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, but I knew if the half-naked bitch didn’t stop looking at me like I was trash, I was going to lose my shit. I’d been around bitches like her my whole life. They were all fucking talk when push came to shove. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her shit. All I wanted was a cup of coffee and maybe some fruit, if there was any. The other three women stared in rapt attention as the one called Sandi stepped forward, hands on her hips, tits on full display. “You can take your prissy ass the fuck out of here, bitch. King is mine. He needs a real woman and honey-child. You haven’t reached puberty yet.”
“That’s good to know, since it will be years before I look like you.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Sandi seethed.
“She said you are old,” Marlene snickered.
The one named Bridget pushed Marlene out of her seat. “I said shut up.”
“Look, bitch,” Sandi growled, stepping up to me. Her tits were mere inches from my body. Swallowing bile, I stood my ground and tried not to gag. Holy fuck, the woman smelled of day-old sex, booze and dirt. Didn’t she have access to a fucking shower? “I’d get the fuck out of here if I were you.”
Scrunching my nose, I took a breath through my mouth before saying, “You know, indoor plumbing has been around since the 1900’s. Maybe one of the younger girls can show you how to use it.”
Two of the women chuckled as Sandi shrieked like a banshee before she tried to grab for me. Quickly moving to the side, she fell against the wall. “Balance and coordination are signs of old age. When was the last time you had your eyes checked?”
The cunt righted herself as I smiled.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
I shook my head. God, what was it with women like her? Why did they always get butt hurt when they assumed someone was horning in on their turf? I wasn’t doing shit. I just wanted a fucking cup of coffee. I didn’t even want to be here. If she was so fucking bent out of shape, she needed to take this crap up with King. Not me. I didn’t do shit to this bitch. But when she caught me off guard and slapped me across the face, I lost my shit. Before anyone could stop me, I was straddling the cunt, using her face as a fucking punching bag. I’d spent my whole life fighting and defending myself from people like her, and I was tired of it.
I was tired of running.
Tired of people assuming they knew me.
I was just plain done with it all.
I never saw the other bitch come up behind me and hit me over the head with a plate, knocking me off the cunt onto the floor. Rubbing the back of my head, I pulled my hand away and saw blood. Slowly looking up at the new threat, I whispered, “Wrong move, whore.”
The woman gulped, and I lunged.
Someone screamed bloody murder as another shouted for help. But I didn’t give a fuck. That cunt made me bleed. Now it was my turn. Wrapping my hands around her neck, I slammed her head against the wall several times before powerful arms lifted me off my feet. Kicking and swinging, I tried to get at the cunt who made me bleed as she slowly fell to the floor. As for the old bitch with sagging boobs, she was still on the floor, curled into a ball, wailing loudly.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!”
I knew that voice.
There, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, stood King in all his glory. Fire burning in his eyes as he surveyed the room. When his eyes landed on mine, he growled. “Get your hands off her, Priest.”
Priest slowly lowered me to my feet, releasing me.
“Bailey, come here.”
Doing as King asked, I stepped over the bitch on the floor and stood before him, ignoring all the brothers who were now present. I said nothing as he lifted my chin, then scowled before placing his arms around me. “Hawk, get these cunts out of here.”
“On it, Prez,” a brother I hadn’t yet met said, grabbing Sandi by the arm before yanking her to her feet.
“King, that bitch hit me!” she whined. “I want her gone.”
“You want?” King growled, handing me over to Scribe. Watching as the man slithered towards the topless whore, who shrank against Hawk, King sneered. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a hole for my brothers to fuck. Did you put hands on my woman?”
Scribe stiffened next to me, putting space between the two of us.
The brothers flinched.
