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The last time they showed up, King, Gunner and I had to rebuild two fucking cabins because they burned them to the fucking ground.
“Nothing, I swear!”
“Man, grow some balls for fuck’s sake!” Gunner groaned as even he stepped back a few steps. The entire club knew of Scribe’s sisters. Beautiful, smart, and devious, Scribe’s sisters were a force to be reckoned with. If ever there was an invasion from a foreign country, those women would be the ones I stood behind.
They were mean as fuck.
“DIMETER!” one of them yelled.
“Oh God,” the pussy cowered behind King like a little bitch.
“Oh, now you believe in the lord almighty,” Priest chose at that moment to speak up. “Why is that when the end is near, even the most devout atheist seeks the Lord’s grace?”
“Shut it, fuckface.”
“We know you are in here, Dimeter. You coward!” another sister yelled.
“Scribe, this is my fucking wedding. Grow some balls and go see what those witches want.”
“Already know what they want. I told them no, but they won’t listen. They said the eight ball has spoken. They even got my parents to agree.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gunner asked, annoyed.
“They found me a wife!”
Looking at the cowering pussy, I ignored Priest’s laughter as Gunner tapped King on the shoulder. “What?”
Unable to speak, Gunner had the fear of God on his face. Taking his cue from Scribe, he just pointed. Turning to see what the fuck was wrong now.
I froze as I watched Bailey and Jessica approach the actual ho’s.
Dear God, I silently cursed as I looked for Sarah and Skylar, praying they were still in the kitchen. I know King told the club whores to stay the fuck away because I was standing next to him when he did. To make matters worse, one of Scribe’s sisters, I didn’t know which one, saw the whores and sneered before walking over to them.
That was when shit went sideways and downhill fast.
Before we could even make it halfway across the room, King’s lovely bride was once again on top of Bridget, pounding her head into the floor, while Jess and one of Scribe’s sisters were tag-teaming Karen.
For the first time in my life, I felt sorry for the club-sluts.
“Damn it, Cupcake!” King yelled, jumping into the fray before his new wife did twenty-five to life for murder. By the time King, Gunner and I got the fight stopped, Bridget and Karen both lay on the floor, moaning and crying.
It was becoming a typical sight to see.
One we were all getting used to.
“Woman, one day,” King growled in Bailey’s ear, holding her tight.
“Today is my day!” Bailey shouted, hopping mad.
“Now she claims the day,” King muttered. “Get them out of here, Gunner.”
“Cowabunga!” a loud rebel yell sounded around us as a filthy, mud-covered varmint appeared out of nowhere before landing on Bridget, who screamed bloody murder before gagging.
The second the smell hit, everyone took several steps back, giving the screaming and gagging woman a wide berth as Cameron turned and jumped on Karen, who tried to scramble away but wasn’t quick enough.
“CAMERON!” I heard Skylar shout as she ran from the kitchen. Quickly grabbing her, I held her close to me. “Baby, don’t. I don’t know what he rolled in this time, but it’s bad.”
“That’s it, Cam!” Jess shouted. “Get it in their hair!”
