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My jaw clenches at the sound of the bitch’s voice, and I can’t keep the disdain from my tone as I reply, even when I don’t turn to look at her. “What do you want, Molly?”
I’m bored of her bullshit, I’m bored of her thinking this is some competition when all I’m trying to do is keep my fucking head down and survive. I’m failing at it, but I’m fucking trying.
“I want you to leave.”
Sighing, I reluctantly turn my gaze to find her standing with her arms crossed over her chest, her hip jutted to one side and a snarl on her face. Of course. I remain crouched beside my bike.
“And why would I do something just to please you?” I cock a brow at her, releasing my hold on the sponge as I drop it into the bucket.
“Because I’m the leader of the Ruthless Bitches and I’m going to make sure you’re not inducted.”
I wait for her to say more, for the threat to come, but when she continues to stare at me, I know that’s all she has to say. There’s nothing wrong with being a biker whore. If anything, I envy the women and the confidence in their every sway. Am I confident naked? Yes, but that’s not the same as the swagger and sexiness they carry. It’s exactly why I’ve failed at fitting in with them, but I’m not heartbroken by her statement.
“Do you want me to run along and weep into my pillow now?”
“Don’t try me, bitch,” she bites in response, taking a step toward me in her stilettos, and I sigh again.
“Molly, why don’t you do us both a favor and fuck off back inside. Someone’s waiting for their dick to get wet,” I grumble, turning my attention back to my bike, hoping she leaves without another word, but I should know better than that by now.
“Hmm, you’re right. But the question is, do I go back to Gray’s waiting lap, or climb into Emmett’s? I’ve heard the rumors about how hung he is. Maybe Ryker wants to feel how soft my folds are, how sweet my pussy is.” Her purring words are like nails on a chalkboard as I try to gulp past the bile threatening to rise up my throat. I don’t like the sound of any of that.
Not. One. Bit.
But it’s not lost on me that she's only heard the rumors and not already seen Emmett for herself.
Bitch.
But I have to brush it off, I can’t let her see what that does to me, what she’shopingit will do to me.
Fuck.
“Have you even heard yourself? Go, do whatever you please and just leave me fucking be.”
Without looking, I hear her take another step my way, irritating the fucking life out of me as her words turn darker. “There’s nothing here for you. Nobody wants you. Nobody likes you. Nobody gives a shit whether you live or die. So why don’tyoube the one to do us both a favor and fuck off.”
My heart races in my chest. If she had said those words to me two days ago, they would have washed off my back without leaving a mark. Now though, when I’m in my own mental depths of hell, all she’s doing is saying the words that have been playing on repeat in my head since last night. Repeating my insecurities to me and they hit the mark she’s searching for.
I clench my eyes closed, trying to swallow back the swirling ball of anxiety creeping up my throat, my senses overwhelmed, but I still sense her approaching among the chaos inside of me. I don’t move, forcing myself to focus on her footsteps as she approaches.
One step… Two steps… Swipe.
I kick my leg out, hitting her legs, but the bitch manages to grip my hair before she tumbles to the floor, dragging me along with her. She lands on her back, and I fall to the side of her as she continues to tug at my strands.
Bitch.
I’m not cat fighting on the floor of a biker garage with this woman. Rearing my fist back, I punch her in the gut first, before repeating the same swing at her face. Her hold on my hair loosens as she cries out in pain, and I stagger back so I can rise to a crouched position above her.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Shit.
Gray stands in the open entrance to the garage with his hands on his hips.
“Help me, Gray, she attacked me out of nowhere,” Molly cries out, cupping her nose as blood trickles down the side of her face. I don’t feel bad about it, not when she fucking started it. She just wasn’t expecting me to throw punches.
“I highly doubt that,” he retorts, taking a step toward us, but I don’t move. Instead, I glare down at the bitch causing mayhem in my life once again.
Gripping her wrist, I yank her to me, making sure I have her attention when her eyes settle on mine. “The next time you lay a finger on me, I’ll gut you and watch you bleed out for everyone to see. Until your eyes roll to the back of your head, before I let your body slump to the floor without care. Next time you touch me, I’ll make an example out of you.”
