I haven’t even broken a sweat as I look over at Asher. He has his knife against the man he has on the ground, and he’s whispering something to him that has the man nearly pissing his pants.
Oh wait, there we go.
Bray is playing with his, riling up the crowd. “Stop playing and finish it,” I demand, knowing the cops will be here soon.
He sighs, but in one smooth move, he spins and kicks, smashing his boot into the fucker’s face. The man drops to the ground, where Bray grabs his head and slams it against the concrete. When he stops moving, Bray stands and winks at the girls screaming in the crowd, pulling down his rough bun and running his fingers through his hair. Rolling my eyes, I head over to get my jacket.
“Want some company?” Leigh purrs, blinking big, fake lashes and pursing her injected, plump lips at me as she tries to discreetly pull down her top.
I rip my jacket from her and then frown, twisting my arm to see the blood. It doesn’t need stitches, but I don’t want it on the leather. Looking up at Leigh, I run my eyes across her figure, and my cock doesn’t even twitch, but hell, she might be a good distraction from our new sister.
“Shirt,” I demand. She frowns, and I jerk my chin at her, gesturing for her to remove it. She swallows nervously, not quite as cocky as she makes herself out to be, before pulling it over her head. Her pushed up tits nearly spill from her lace bra with the action, and now she stands in nothing but a tiny, skintight, white skirt, her bra, and some fake biker boots. She wears her blonde hair down and curled the way she thinks I like it. Leigh holds her shirt out to me, feigning confidence, not like Blair has to.
“If you wanted to see my tits, baby, all you had to do was ask.”
I ignore her ‘baby’ comment. She knows she isn’t mine and never will be.
Ripping the expensive designer shirt, I wrap it around my arm and tie it off. I notice her eyes twitch, which makes me smirk. I love pissing her off and reminding her of her place. She’s nothing. There are hundreds of girls like her trying to get in my pants, and as soon as she fucks up, she will be gone, just another broken-hearted rich girl with her spot filled by another exactly like her.
Slipping on my coat, I look her over. “Don’t put another one on. Meet me at Randy’s tonight,” I demand and then turn away, ignoring her. My brothers and I bounce, getting on our bikes and driving away just as the cops pull up.
I smirk as I speed up, winding between cars. The speed, the fight, and the promise of a wet pussy later puts me in a good mood for once.