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My brothers were having a high ol’ time, taking shots off the strippers and chugging drinks out of their pussies. My game turned into more than a friendly competition, as always.
As Pagan and I were battling it out on the felt, the boys were onto ribbin’ Villain about his new girl.
“Your girl, Rachel, can nurse this,” Cousin gestured to his crotch.
“She’s not just a nurse. She’s got a degree in biology or some other shiii… science.” Villain was proud of her.
“Close as I want to get to science is doing one of these strippers on a table… periodically.” Horror cracked a good one.
Riff laid into him. “What happened? Tonya put a hex on ya’ again?”
“Tonya ain’t got my balls in a jar like your cult girl does, Riff,” Horror shot back.
As brothers were making bets on how many strippers they’d bang tonight, and starting their count all around us, Murder, Pagan and I, along with some Bastards from outside of Nashville, escaped to the back tables for a real man’s sport, poker.
Bets were placed and egos bruised in equal measure. Stories were exchanged, each one taller than the last. A beer and bucket of peanuts, I found myself seated with cards in hand. My focus was split between the game and the running tally I kept in my head of how much every temptation thrown my way would cost me in flowers to make it up to Eve.
Nearly everything offered wouldn’t just cost me in flowers, it’d cost me her love and trust. Even as the party continued around me, with the strippers now entertaining my brothers in my refusal, I played my hands with a distracted mind, my thoughts drifting home to Eve. I wondered how her night was going but refused to check up on her.
The music blared, rock anthems and country classics that had everyone shouting the lyrics over the roar of conversation. Tables were laden with food that disappeared as quickly as it was laid out, and the bar was never short of hands reaching for another round.
I’d had plenty to drink myself. Luckily, I wasn’t drunk when she walked in, looking helpless and crying out for me to help her. My promises to Eve suddenly didn’t matter anymore.
Chapter 9
Eve
Friday night, me and a bunch of the ol’ ladies and the other girls hit Broadway in Nashville for my wild bachelorette party. I couldn’t believe Kingpin thought I would change my plans at the last minute. Said I was bitching when I’d just been worried about everything that might happen tonight.
When I told Kingpin I’d stay at the Eagles’ Nest, I’d been as sarcastic as I could be. But my sarcasm hadn’t penetrated my ol’ man’s thick skull. He actually thought I was giving up and minding him like some child. Boy, did he think wrong. I turned off my location on my phone and went on with my plans.
Whether Kingpin would be faithful or not… I couldn’t make that choice for him. Therefore, I wiped my mind of it all.
Our group in leather and lace were revved up and ready to make a scene in the heart of Country Music’s capital. We rode downtown, either our own hog or our ol’ man’s. And some rode bitch, like Cece, obviously. Me, I’d gotten my own Harley last year, a gleaming softail slim, in midnight black.
Parking our bikes in a row, I dismounted with the ease of all my practice. The clink of our boots on the pavement coincided with the last echoes of our engine. We were making an entrance, alright. Standing there, watching our reflections in the polished chrome, I felt like a million bucks. We were a parade of strength, independence, and sisterhood, a group of biker babes turning heads and drawing smiles from the folks we passed as we took on Lower Broad.
After buying matching cowboy hats, Jassica tied a ribbon on each brim that declared it was my bachelorette party. We kicked off the night on a pedal tavern, pedaling our way down the neon-lit street, our laughter and hollers cutting through the buzz of the night.
It was a sight, all of us ladies working those wheels, while drinking our margaritas and beers, a spectacle of biker queens on a mission to celebrate. Jassica, Mary, Leo, Memphis, Connie, Minni, Ember, Sweet Tea, Tonya, Rachel, Allie, Alexa, Andi, and even Cece. Bless her heart, being blind didn’t slow her down one bit, especially with Jassica keeping a close watch. The girl was on her third drink.
Our destination, Bootsie’s, where I used to sling beers and sing my heart out once the crowd thinned. Walking into the honky tonk felt like stepping into a time capsule, just like it had last week. Celie was there, behind the bar, her smile brightening when she spotted us.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” she hollered over the music.
The cheer that resounded from my squad rivaled the roar of a Harley.
And then I discovered Taco was working again. Each of us took turns on the infamous mechanical bull that had seen better days but still managed to throw every last one of us to the ground. Even Cece gave it a go, with a little help from us.
Jassica, was the first to conquer Taco, lasting a good minute before being tossed off with a laugh that rang clear. Mary, always the mother hen, took a more cautious approach but ended up laughing the hardest when she got thrown off. Leo, with her tattoos and no-nonsense attitude, surprised us by being the most graceful, managing to look like she was born to ride that mechanical beast.
“You ride that a little too good, if you know what I mean,” Memphis said to her.
Memphis and Connie teamed up to try and outdo team Alexa and Andi, resulting in a tie and a lot of good-natured ribbing. Minni, the smallest of our group, showed us size doesn’t matter, holding on with a determination that had us all cheering. Tonya, Ember, Sweet Tea, and Rachel, each with their own style, took to Taco like real pros, putting the rest of us to utter shame.
The oldest of us, Allie, the quiet, tough one, astonished us all with her bull-riding skills, lasting longer than any of us expected. And then there was Cece, with Jassica’s guiding hand, facing that bull with a courage that had us all in awe.
Me? All talk apparently, since I’d done it before. I tried three times but was flung off in under ten seconds each time. Lordalmighty, I was going to be sore tomorrow.
