“Fuckin’ done, now why you calling me, you cunt?” the familiar voice sounds out through the phone.
This bitch has done it now. She must want Hush or fuck—me to take her out. I was afraid of this shit.
“Trinity,” Hush growls stepping up to her. She casually pulls out a gun and smirks at him. He shuts up real quick. Oh fuck.
Oak shuffles behind her to grab the phone, but she lashes out, sticking a fucking knife, wherever the hell she pulled it from, into his hand.
“Seems you and I have a mutual problem.” She turns in her seat to grin at me. I shake my head. This bitch.
“If his name is Killer, that sad sack of shit is dead to me. I already got another way to take you the fuck out.”
Trinity bursts out laughing again. Fuck, Hush totally fucked her up, this shit is his fault. I shoot him a glare, but he’s not even paying attention to me, his gaze is solely on Trin. “And that sad sack of shit will just get taken out. We both know who will win this bullshit game. It’s not you, and you know it. you can’t get close enough to hurt me. Pussy ass bitch, gotta send a lowly prospect to do the job for you. What’s the matter? Afraid I might cut your dick off and feed it to you?”
I hear someone in the background barking orders. “Are you gonna tell me what the point of this call was?”
“There was no point, I was just making it to prove a point to some fuckwits.” She hits a button and then throws the phone. “Now where were we. Oh yes. I remember.” She moves so fast that I would swear to fuck she was some sort of ninja. She yanks the knife that was still in Oak’s hand out, and moves to me, slicing my arm, before pulling her gun and shooting off a few rounds.
“Enough, Trin!” I shout, as my arm bleeds. Fuck she got me deep. That shit is gonna need stitches. Fucking cunt.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go down.” She looks to Hush. “I agree with making my club a charter. However, I’m not being taken out. That charter will be open to all sexes or just a lady charter that you fuckers will help me vet out. As for Killer here becoming the club Pres to it. Are you out of your fucking mind?” she bellows, and holy hell, I’m hard. Fuck. “I built my shit up. You want me to just hand my legacy over to Killer because he has a goddamned dick and you think he can control me. Fuck that and fuck you. I’m the mother fucking HBIC in my house. Ain’t no man gonna tell me what the fuck to do.”
“Trinity,” Hush barks at her. “That’s not how shit’s done.”
“Bitch, please, you’re going to give me what the fuck I want. And if not, we got ourselves a mother fucking war.” She’s challenging him. But he’s not backing down.
“You know that shit isn’t something I can do. That’s Happy.”
Trinity snorts, bringing the knife up to her lips and gives it a lick. “Mmm. Where is Happy these days hmm?” she moves the knife away, letting it roam over her body. God, she’s fucking sexy. “Oh, I know, on a run, but let’s see. Breaker is back.” She points her gun toward him. Fuck, I didn’t even see the fucker. “So where is he?” she roars, moving to Hush, holding the knife up to his throat.
“Fucking hell, calm the fuck down.” A new voice enters the room. “Been watching this shit play out on the monitors, and this bitch has proved she’s got balls. I say give her what she wants. On one condition.”
“Happy, you’re not seriously gonna let her run a fucking charter of ours?” Hush growls out, pissed.
“Yeah, I am. I know a few bitches that want that life, that will help her out with her businesses, and not fuck her over. Plus a few men that swing the other way.” Fuck, most clubs don’t allow brothers that swing for dick. He’s got a point. I sure as fuck don’t want no brother looking at my dick like it’s his lollipop. “Her club is basically a safe haven club. But the condition I have is that Killer here co-runs the place. Not many men, if any, will listen to a bitch. I figure she’s got him pussy whipped might as well be him.”
“Oh, fuck that.” Trinity chuckles. “I don’t want that mother fucking traitor in my club.”
Happy moves forward and backhands her. Thwack. “That’s the deal.”
Trinity spits out blood and glares at me. “Fine. But he steps outta line even once, I’m ending him.” She stomps over and pulls a prospect to her and makes him go down to his knees as she unbuttons her pants.
What the hell is she thinking right now? She knows I’m gonna take the kid out. “Don’t, not right now,” Breaker says to me, putting a hand to my chest. “Let’s get you to doc and stitch you up. She sunk that blade in deep. Trin needs to burn off her anger. You don’t want her next attack to be to your dick, man.” Shit he’s right. I’ll worry about that bullshit later.
Chapter 22
Trinity
These fucking assholes. I swear I will murder every last one of them. I don’t even bother to pay attention to whatever the hell Killer’s doing. He was gonna take over my club completely? Well fuck him. I can’t believe he thought I would be okay with that shit. I kick my pants off and move closer to the prospect I pulled over to the corner of the room.
“I want you to eat me, and hurry up, I have things to do.” Fuck I’m horny. Seeing the blood dripping from Killer’s arm, while Oak’s hand bled was fucking hot.
This prospect looks up at me and licks his lips. Leaning forward, he caps his mouth over my clit and starts flicking his tongue in small licks like he’s scared of my pussy. That’s when I look over and see the death glare Killer is shooting our way as Breaker leads him away.
“Don’t pay him no mind. You make me cum hard enough and I might patch you in and take you home with me.” I smirk, running the tip of my blade under his chin.
The minute Killer is out of sight, this little bitch starts slurping at me and grabbing my hips. The fucked up thing is it doesn’t even feel good to me. Confusion clouds my head. My mind drifts to fucking Killer. The moment I picture his smile, my pussy gets wetter. Fucking bastard. I look down at the prospect and again my pussy acts like a prude and I sigh.
Maybe I need me a bitch or two to do the job.