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Several years ago, shortly after I had Sky, I dated an older guy who was with another biker crew, Hell’s Defiance MC. They sometimes would do rides with DHMC, and I was a prospect with them at the time. Brazen didn’t know then that HDMC was going against the DHMC purpose, or at least my ex was. Which is to aid in the eradication of human trafficking. That’s what our run is about tomorrow. Keys found someone we need to watch.
Phantom, my ex, tried to control me. Our time together was short, but it had a lasting impact on my life almost as much as my relationship with Thad. As soon as Brazen and my aunt found out he was beating me, they rescued me from his clutches. That’s when Brazen took me under her wing, and I learned a lot. She sent me to self-defense training, which propelled me into learning about all kinds of fighting styles. I learned about guns and knives too. I won’t ever let a man beat me again.
But I still have lingering scars. Not just the bump on my nose from Phantom breaking it or the cigarette burns that are now covered with tattoos. I’ve had a few panic attacks when I’m in crowds. I have to get over them though, so I push myself. Tonight, with my nerves already close to the surface, isn’t a night to push my limits.
I sit in my office watching monitors as I run the books and check over everything. I send an email to Brazen and then one to another contact of mine, Scarlett, to see if she wants to come for a visit. Jinx comes and goes, along with the other girls. None of them want to leave me for long and I’m okay with that. I don’t want to be alone.
I look up at the monitors and everything changes in a heartbeat.
She’s on my property and I won’t have that. I know she and Thad didn’t end up together and she lied about a lot of things. But I won’t allow her to be here. She’s only out there to cause issues. She’s a bully and isn’t happy unless she’s putting others down.
I watch the monitors closely and see her giving the server issues. When Stormy is called over to handle it, she puts a hand up in her face. She didn’t just do that to one of my employees. The server, who is a bigger girl that likes to dress retro rockabilly, is sweet and nice. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like crap.
I stand up fast and so does Keys. She looks at me with questions in her eyes. She was working on her laptop and didn’t see the confrontation. Besides, to her it wouldn’t have looked like anything out of the ordinary. But I know the difference. The good thing is she has my back, always.
“Prez, what’s up?” She looks at the monitors behind me.
“I have some trash to throw out.” I grit my teeth as I move from the room. My office is right off the main floor. I stick to the perimeter of the crowd as the local rock band plays on. All my crew flanks me by the time I reach the bar where Stormy is now standing.
“Scout, you don’t want to go over there.” Stormy knows who I’m here for. “She’s had too much to drink. I cut her off, but others continue to supply her. Harley called the police already, and I’ll have Ginger or one of the bouncers escort her out.”
I can’t hide the grin that stretches across my face. I’ve wanted to kick this bitch’s ass more than anyone else’s. Oh, I’d love to get my hands on Phantom and show him he can’t hurt me, but this bitch was a burr in my side when I was in high school. What makes this even better is that she is surrounded by the same former cheerleaders who were a part of her mean girl crew.
As I move through the crowds toward my target, people move aside like a parting of the Red Sea. She has her back to me, but the rest of her crew eyes me warily as I approach. I’m fairly certain they don’t know who I am. None of them look at me with familiarity.
“Monica, you’ve had too much to drink,” I say loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass of the rock music.
Her body straightens and her shoulders pull back. She slowly stands in her low heels and turns. She’s about my height with me in my high-ass-heeled boots. Her eyes move up and down my body, taking me in.
“Well, if it isn’t the grease monkey, Scout,” she sneers. She thinks it’s an insult, but the true insult here is that she paid to look like she does. She obviously had a few botched plastic surgery jobs. Her fake boobs don’t look good. The skin around her face is pulled tight and doesn’t move when her full lips do. She’s dressed in tiny black faux leather shorts that barely cover her hoochie. Her top drops to one side and is open across her back. She used to call me a whore, and this is how she dresses to go out. It’s pretty obvious what she wants.
“Yikes,” Ginger says from behind me. I don’t turn around or take my eyes off Monica.
You never turn your back on a snake.
“Scoot along, Scout, this place is for the grownups, not a girl pretending to be a boy.” She looks over my shoulder. “Well, well, did you and Stream finally come out as a couple.” She laughs, but none of her friends join in.
“You’re in my bar. You’ve harassed my staff—”
“What do you mean? Virginia is just fine. She needs to get over her bullshit.” Monica uses Stormy’s real name.
“Stormy is my manager. But I’m also talking about your server, Justine.” I point to where Justine is standing. “Don’t interrupt me again.” I lean forward and get in her face. “Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my bar.” I’m not playing games. I should have stood up to her a long time ago. She made me miserable when I was a teenager.
“Well, I’m not giving you a good Yelp review,” Monica says.
“I couldn’t care less about your review. You are trash and always have been. If you’re not cutting other people down to make yourself feel better, than you’re just being a cunt.”
“Fuck you, bitch. I’m going to win in the end. Thad and I have been together for months now.” She spits in my face. I reach up and wipe her spittle away slowly.
Oh no she didn’t.
I step back. I don’t want to get into this with a bar full of people and police on their way. Plus, with the run tomorrow, I can’t get into trouble.
“Still a chickenshit, I see,” she slurs as she advances on me.
“I’m not scared of you. I’m worried all that filler in your lips is going to burst if I hit you back.” I can’t help the parting words. I take another step back as she continues to advance on me. Little does she realize I’m leading her toward the exit.
She pulls her hand back to slap me. But I’m ready for the move and catch it. I spin her around and raise her arm up her back. A small yank and I could really hurt her, but I don’t want to do that. I’m going to be the bigger person here. She throws her head back, and I grab a handful of her hair and push her head forward before she can nail me in the face. She’s bent over and I have complete control. I march her the rest of the way to the exit and push her out the door and off the deck. People are laughing and taking pictures and videos with their cell phones. This is going to be all over social media before the night is out.
