“What were you saying to Sex Piston?” Gavin’s gravelly voice had goose bumps going up her spine.
“I don’t have a beef with you, Gavin. This is about the Destructors and who we want as president.”
“I’m a Destructor too, so I guess you do have a beef with me. Stud is the president of this club, and if any brother here has a problem with that, then they’ve got a problem with me too.”
T.A. shot Crazy Bitch a dirty look when she took the tequila bottle away from her.
“Don’t drink it all.”
“This is my bottle. You already drank yours,” Crazy Bitch snapped back at her.
“Bitch,” T.A. mumbled.
“Bitch,” Crazy Bitch muttered back.
T.A. turned her gaze back to Gavin but kept her eyes on the bottle as Gavin and Rooster faced off against each other. She knew the dickwad was trying to backpedal his way out of fighting, but his diarrhea mouth had sealed his fate.
Craning her neck to the side, she grinned at Fat Louise.
“What?” Her friend eyed her spiteful expression suspiciously.
“Do me a favor?”
“What?” Warily, Fat Louise was already shaking her head.
“Drive to the hospital and get a wheelchair. If I go, they’ll say I’m stealing it. You work there. They won’t say shit to you.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t let them start fighting before I get back.”
“I won’t.” Lying like a dog, she promised as she saw Ginger edging away from Rooster. “Make it two. And stop at the liquor store and get me another bottle of tequila.”
At Fat Louise’s suspicious expression, she gave her an innocent look. “I promise I won’t let them fight until you’re back.”
“You better not.”
T.A. and Crazy Bitch watched Fat Louise go out the back door before they turned to stare at each other in pity.
“She’s such a sucker.”
“Hopeless,” T.A. agreed. “She didn’t even ask for the money for the tequila.”
Crazy Bitch took a large swig of the tequila, nodding her head toward Gavin. “He looks scary as fuck. I wouldn’t do him.”
T.A. peered through bloodshot eyes at Gavin’s massive chest and shoulders. Viper’s stoical brother was a Last Rider and Destructor; he had become a member when Calder and Gavin had formed a friendship after being rescued from the Road Demons. Calder and Killyama’s mother had helped him through the withdrawals from the drugs that the Road Demons have gave him to keep him under control.
She squeezed her eyes tightly, then opened them, so she could focus on him better. He was off-putting with half of his hair shaved off showing an intricately inked tattoo, while the other side had hair down to his shoulder.
“I’d do him.” Or she would if she weren’t stuck on a dick who didn’t want her, she thought glumly to herself. Feeling someone behind her, she turned her head to tell them to back the hell off when she saw from Dalton’s expression that he’d heard her.
Giving him a “fuck you” with her eyes, she turned around to see that Sex Piston had enough of Rooster and Gavin staring each other down and inserted herself between them.
“I hope my man kills your ass.” She spit on him, her eyes daring him to strike her. Rooster didn’t move a muscle. When he didn’t, Sex Piston stepped to the side wiggling her finger at Ginger.
T.A. snickered when Ginger’s hair curls practically went flat in fear.
“You stupid bitch. I gave you a chance, and you were too stupid to take it. You won’t be given another. I’d stomp those fake titties myself, but I’m knocked up, so I can’t.”
T.A.’s vision went watery at the news. Judging by his hastily concealed expression, Stud hadn’t known either.
“You wanted to start a fight? Well, you got one. Which one of my bitches you want to take my place?”
Ginger’s panic-stricken gaze turned to her and Crazy Bitch. T.A. raised her hand in the air.
“I want…” T.A. tried to shake Dalton off when he grabbed her wrist, making her hand back down. “She’s mine!” T.A. yelled out.
“Crazy Bitch.”
Her shoulders slumped when Ginger made her choice.
“I never get picked,” she muttered forlornly as the brothers started piling outside the back of the club.
Crazy Bitch handed her what was left of the tequila. “I’d tell you to save me some, but I know you won’t.”
T.A. wondered if Ginger would pick her to fight or Fat Louise if she brained Crazy Bitch. Knowing that was a no-brainer, she dejectedly dawdled, letting the others go out first. It’s not like Ginger is going to be waiting for me, she thought morosely.
Finishing what was left in the bottle, she set in on the bar and turned to come face to face with Dalton.
The goose bumps Gavin had given her when he walked into the club were a quarter of the size of the ones that Dalton was giving her now.
“What’s your problem?” Blithely, she started to go around him, but Dalton laid a hand on the bar, blocking her.