I am starting to think that I shouldn’t come to the bar anymore, I always end up getting in a fucking fight and have to be pulled from the room.
“My boyfriends are not going to like that. you should keep your hands to yourself.”
“Boyfriends, huh? You want to add one more to that equation?”
“Hey, Zoe, you want to see why you stick with the guys?” As soon as she turns and looks at me, I elbow the guy in the side of the head.
He jerks back and starts to yell; he moves to grab me but before he can touch me Scar steps between us. The man gives him an up–down look and decides that he can take him until he sees the tag that names him the vice president.
“You have a knack for bringing out the crazy ones, sugar.” I cross my arms over my chest and smile at him.
“It’s not my fault people always try to touch me. You don’t have to get involved.”
“It is her fault! She was dancing around in those tight jeans. Putting on a show for everyone in the room! She wanted someone to come join her, I was just the only one willing to give her what she is gagging for!” This guy doesn’t know that Scar is my Ol’ man otherwise he wouldn’t be saying something like that.
Oh, weird. Scar is my Ol’ man. That’s the first time that I thought of it like that, I don’t know how that makes me feel.
“Wrong things to say, dude.” Scar grabs him by the back of the neck like a dog would his pup and drags him out of the bar and into the parking lot. Zoe and I follow behind closely, but then again so does most of the bar. Everyone that hangs out here loves a good fight, I don’t think this one is going to be very even, however.
“What did Scar mean byyou bring the crazy ones?” Zoe leans into Hollow and watches with something close to delight as a crowd forms around Scar and the guy that insulted me.
“It seems that every time Finley comes to the bar, she gets into a fight with someone, either a patron that doesn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves or a club whore that doesn’t remember her place. Finley likes to swing first and ask questions later,” Hollow is thoroughly entertained with the whole ordeal.
“OH MY GOD! You were the kid behind the bar the night that the man kept calling me baby!” I never did get that guy’s name but now that he is talking about it, I see it! I didn’t give him a whole lot of attention because I didn’t know him then, but now that I realized it, I can’t unsee it!
“I am. I watched you put a grown man on his ass and not break a sweat. Hell, you even drank your drink through a straw so you wouldn’t have to let him go! I had just joined in, I wasn’t even a patch member yet, was the first fight that I saw you get in, but it wasn’t the only one that night.”
“I think I want to hear this whole story, but not right now.” Zoe pulls our attention back to the fight that is about to happen in front of us.
Scar has let the guy go but the people that have circled them stop him from going anywhere. There are a few random people in the mix but most of the men standing in the front are wearing leather cuts with white accents.
The rules around here for something like this are pretty standard, no one is allowed to jump in, if this guy came here with friends, he is on his own now. Most of the officers are very close by, being that it's their responsibility to pull whoever is fighting off before anybody dies.
We have a cleanup crew for if accidents happen but in reality, cleaning something up with this many people around that don't belong to the club is messy.
And expensive.
Fights have broken out around here for lots of reasons though typically when it involves somebody touching me or saying something that they shouldn't, I'm the one that fights. There is a general agreement amongst the men in this club though, you protect your Ol’ lady at all costs. I could throw a fit and makes Scar let me handle this myself—and I strongly considered doing that—but this is one way of claiming me in front of the entire club.
There's even a handful of club hang-arounds out here watching including my least favorite one.
“Did you get yourself into a pickle again, Fin?” Haley’s whiny voice slides up behind me.
“Why are you over here? We aren't friends.” I do not have the patience to deal with her this week, or ever again. Now that I know where I stand with the guys I don’t have to pussy foot around her, and my dad would be just fine if I got rid of her.
“Don't be such a sour puss, just because you've been away at college doesn't make you any better than the rest of us.” She is wearing something that I wouldn’t consider a shirt, and denim shorts that are cut so short I’m sure I would see her vag if she bent over. She looks like she should be on the street corner, not at a bar.
“But I am better than you Haley, you hang around this club pining at any man that you can get your hands on, and hoping to find your place in this world, I was born into it. We are not the same.” If she's not careful there's going to be more than one fight here tonight.
She has never been nice to me, at least not since the thing with Monica, but she’s always been smart enough to keep her mouth shut when she knows I’m not in the mood. Right now, I might be playing with her, hiding that I want to hit her in hopes that she will run her mouth a little bit more. I might not cut into what Scar is doing out there, but I am not scared to start a fight with Haley right here. Plus, everyone would love a girl fight night, even if it is just 10 minutes of Haley getting her shit rocked.
“Yeah, and here’s where I see the difference, I'm in this club to stay and as soon as your daddy is not president anymore, they're going to run you off as an old has been.” The thing that she hasn’t seen is this club doesn’t run people off, once you are in, you are in for life.
It wouldn’t matter if my father died tomorrow or in 10 years, this club would still treat me like royalty because I will always be an MC Princess. Also, it would appear that Haley is one of the people that hasn’t been told that I'm with Scar, Pyro, and Bell. Either that or she just didn’t believe it when she was told.
This should be fun.
“Oh, Haley. Bless your heart, didn't you hear? The vice president, the enforcer, and the road captain? Yeah, they're all mine.”