Discovering Me
Page 4

“Excuse me.”
Ah, yes, naked woman. “Go find something to do. I’ll get atcha in a bit.”
Fingers fly in front of my face and snap. “I’m over here.”
I don’t have a chance to set this bitch in her place because Piper is up and out of her chair faster than my mouth can open.
“You have two seconds to apologize to him. You’re in his fucking club!”
I lean back in my chair, bring my arms up over my head, clasping them behind my neck, and then kick out my feet. I’ll take a Piper showdown over pussy any day. Bitch has my back.
“He was being rude!” Everlee exclaims.
I roll my eyes. Something I never do, but I can’t help myself this time around. Bitch is crazy if she thinks that was rude.
“You realize you’re in an MC, right? If you came here to get treated with respect, you might have gotten it if you would have kept your clothes on. But seeing as you’re butt naked and let my friend shove his finger inside you, and then snapped your fingers in his face as if he’s a dog, I’m booting you out of here if he lets me.”
There’s my girl. “Do your thing, darlin’.”
Any other time, if something similar were to happen, we would straighten the bitch out, but Piper is showing me respect. I’m not about to rain on my girl's parade.
Piper stalks over to the stage to grab the woman’s clothing, walks back over to her, and shoves the articles into her chest. “Get dressed. Get out, and don’t come back until you’ve googled the ‘how-tos’ of being in a club,” she stresses to the woman while I wonder if we could find such a thing on Google. Wouldn’t surprise me. “You can come back if you learn how to respect the fucking brothers of this MC. I want to like you. You don’t look like a dirty bitch, and we need more who look like you around here, but not bitches who act like you,” Piper chastises and points her finger in naked bitch’s face. I know that was to make a point as well. “When you come here, expect the unexpected, and if you want to be treated with some respect, you’ll have to earn it. Bring condoms too, because next time, I guarantee they won’t let you leave without one of them fucking you first. They don’t supply alcohol and drugs for shits and giggles.”
Who needs to make a point when they have Piper around? It is nice to relax for a change, and that is what I do. Relax while Piper lays into her. I don’t have to worry about Piper taking it to the head. She knows I’m not interested when my attention has been on her more than the bitch she is throwing out.
I’m so lost in Piper thought once again, I don’t even notice the chick she told to get lost, leave.
“I’m sorry, but that made me mad,” Piper explains.
I keep my fingers clasped together behind my head and shrug while I grin at her.
“I’m going to go and relieve Braxx. I know he wants to be down here with you guys, but feels bad Win’s stuck up in that bed. With ZZ, Shadow, Storm, and Tea gone, we’re down help when it comes to that pregnant mood-swinging heifer.”
Yeah, no shit.
“I’ll give Berry a call in a few days. Let her grieve a little more before asking for her help,” Pyro says as he flops down out of nowhere. “Rap’s casts are off.”
I unclasp my hands and turn my body around to look. Sure enough, they are off, and now the sound of voices urging him to go wash his smelly legs float to my ears.
I broke my arm once. When the cast came off, that shit didn’t smell like roses. It smelled like my ass might if I didn’t wash the fucker. When I turn back around, I catch Piper kissing Pyro on the forehead before she comes over and whispers, “get laid,” in my ear before kissing my head and leaving.
“She amazes me,” my VP says.
She sure does.
“How you guys have fucked and still are cool as hell, I’ll never understand.”
You and me both. I am doing my best to stay sane. “It’s hard as fuck, brother. Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of how fuckin’ fantastic it was.” I dig into the pocket of my jeans for my smokes. I got to stop thinking about her pussy. It’s stressing me out.
“She was high on ecstasy when it happened, too. Fuck, if she was sober? God, I don’t even wanna know what I’m missing out on.” Dammit. Fucking hell. “She even whispered ‘get laid’ in my ear before she left. She’s the best, and that’s all there is to it. The first woman I fuck who isn’t clingy afterwards had to be my good friend. Go fuckin’ figure that bullshit.” I light up my smoke and take advantage of Pyro listening to me bitch like a schoolgirl. “I’m not pissed we fucked. I’m pissed it’s stickin’ with me.”
Pyro picks up a bottle of whiskey from the floor next to his chair and hands it to me. “Here. I’m tellin’ ya, it’ll be hard findin’ one to match that feelin’. It’s crazy how one fuck can change you, brother.”
I’m not goddamn changed. I still love sex, drugs, alcohol, and my club. I’m hung-up is all. I’m changing this motherfucking topic.
“How’s Akela?” Take that, you fuckwad.
Pyro laughs at me while answering. “She’s good. Decided to move to Nevada. She’ll be back in a week or so.”
Hmm… interesting.
“Dude, she’s gay. Straight up gay. Not bisexual. Gay. Understand? She’s moving her girlfriend Ripley down with her.”