“Finally.” Hazel and I breathe out at the same time.
Pyro looks hot riding up on his bright blue bike with his shades pulled down over his face. The look he’s giving us is anything but subtle.
“I thought I told ya to wait in the f**king car,” he growls as he kicks at his kickstand.
“Look Pyro, you were riding up. It’s hot as hell, and Hazel and I are sweating our asses off. Can you just have them tow the car so we can leave?”
Pyro looks me up and down before moving his gaze over to Hazel, doing the same to her. It isn’t lost on me how he lingers on her longer than me, and I smile at Hazel. Score one babe. Pyro’s face softens just a tad, but not much.
“Fine but when I tell you two to f**king do something, do it next time.”
2
This prospect dude is looking at Hazel and me as we ride in the tow truck behind Pyro, so when we finally stop, and I take in our surroundings, I’m more than happy to climb out and get as far away from pervert as I can.
Pyro is standing at our car hitched to the tow truck.
“Prospect, grab their bags.” He leans in to peer into our window. “And their wings.” He chuckles. “I knew you girls would make me proud.”
This compound is like the ones you see on freaking television. A massive garage is behind us, an office to the front of us and a clubhouse to the side. A fortress-type fence surrounds the whole place, and I admit I gulp. I ran from this kind of shit. The kind of shit that took my man away from me. I’ve grieved my loss, but it still hurts.
I catch the creepy prospect checking us out again, and I hiss over at Pyro.
“Keep pervy prospect away from us.”
Pyro looks over at the prospect and throws his head back in laughter. I don’t find it funny; we get stared at enough in a creepy manner.
“Yo, pervy prospect, stop staring at the girls; you’re creepin’ them the f**k out. PP, it’s f**king brilliant. Winter, you are f**king remarkable.”
“Name Pyro,” I scold.
“Shit, sorry Star.”
Well at least this biker has some manners. I smile at him as Hazel quietly swoons. I wish she would make a move already and finish it.
“C’mon beautiful girls, let’s get you showered and ready.”
Pyro leads us to the clubhouse. I know it’s the clubhouse because each building has a specific purpose, and this is the biggest one on the property. He cracks the door. “Where’s Braxxon?” Pyro shouts.
The music is pumping so loud that I don’t know how this person hears him, but he does because he shouts back.
“The Prez is in the Chapel.”
“Keep him there.”
After he’s sure the coast is clear, he leads us into the building, and I don’t know if it’s my nerves, but this hallway is long and daunting. Whistles are loud as we walk behind Pyro and my cheeks heat. I hate this kind of attention, but since I love my job, I deal with it. I make no eye contact with anyone as we pass. My eye catches tons and tons of skanks drinking and snorting it up, getting their asses slapped and so forth.
We pass a lot of doors before Pyro stops to unlock one.
“This is my apartment; I had one of the prospects bleach it down.” He laughs, gesturing us to follow him. “Rich said that you ladies aren’t powder noses, but if it’s busy, you do a line or two for nerves. There’s a line or two on my dresser.” He winks as he shuts the door on his way out.
We look around the box of a room and sure enough, it’s like a mini apartment. Two doors are open, one to a closet, and one to a bathroom. A small kitchen is set to the side.
“Well let’s get beautiful,” Hazel whispers.
“Stop being so damn quiet; it’s not like you.”
“I can’t help it; that man kills me.”
Almost an hour later, we’re showered, blow-dried, dolled up and our stuff is back in our bags.
“I hate this damn glitter,” Hazel bitches.
“Me too. C’mon, let’s do these lines to wiggle out our nerves.”
We walk over to the dresser, and it’s not one or two lines. Shit, these people party and they party hard. Rich is right; we aren’t powder noses, but if we need it for our nerves, we do one or two lines every few weeks if it’s a particularly popular night. Hazel takes a straw and does two lines, throwing her head back.
“Fuck,” she booms. “Fuck this is pure. Oh my god, no more than two babe.”
I’m thankful for the warning. By the time we snort the little lines that we normally get from Rich, it is cut up so many ways that it’s not strong enough to make Hazel curse. I’m taking this with caution. And sure enough, she was right. We both bat our watery eyes and the look we send one another says no more of that stuff tonight. We aren’t looking to become addicted or to end up in a body bag from an overdose tonight.
There’s a knock on the door followed by Pyro’s head sneaking in.
“Fuck me Hazel,” Pyro growls standing up straight as he pushes the door all the way open.
I want to shout it’s about time he notices her, but I don’t; I just enjoy the look of satisfaction on my best friend’s face. She’s blissed out, high and extremely happy.
“Maybe later, but for now we’re ready,” she purrs as she saunters up to him.
And she’s back! He showed a weakness, and now she’s playing on it. Apparently, Pyro has a thing for hotties in white.
“Shit,” he groans, looking conflicted. “C’mon before I change my mind.”
Pyro looks hot riding up on his bright blue bike with his shades pulled down over his face. The look he’s giving us is anything but subtle.
“I thought I told ya to wait in the f**king car,” he growls as he kicks at his kickstand.
“Look Pyro, you were riding up. It’s hot as hell, and Hazel and I are sweating our asses off. Can you just have them tow the car so we can leave?”
Pyro looks me up and down before moving his gaze over to Hazel, doing the same to her. It isn’t lost on me how he lingers on her longer than me, and I smile at Hazel. Score one babe. Pyro’s face softens just a tad, but not much.
“Fine but when I tell you two to f**king do something, do it next time.”
2
This prospect dude is looking at Hazel and me as we ride in the tow truck behind Pyro, so when we finally stop, and I take in our surroundings, I’m more than happy to climb out and get as far away from pervert as I can.
Pyro is standing at our car hitched to the tow truck.
“Prospect, grab their bags.” He leans in to peer into our window. “And their wings.” He chuckles. “I knew you girls would make me proud.”
This compound is like the ones you see on freaking television. A massive garage is behind us, an office to the front of us and a clubhouse to the side. A fortress-type fence surrounds the whole place, and I admit I gulp. I ran from this kind of shit. The kind of shit that took my man away from me. I’ve grieved my loss, but it still hurts.
I catch the creepy prospect checking us out again, and I hiss over at Pyro.
“Keep pervy prospect away from us.”
Pyro looks over at the prospect and throws his head back in laughter. I don’t find it funny; we get stared at enough in a creepy manner.
“Yo, pervy prospect, stop staring at the girls; you’re creepin’ them the f**k out. PP, it’s f**king brilliant. Winter, you are f**king remarkable.”
“Name Pyro,” I scold.
“Shit, sorry Star.”
Well at least this biker has some manners. I smile at him as Hazel quietly swoons. I wish she would make a move already and finish it.
“C’mon beautiful girls, let’s get you showered and ready.”
Pyro leads us to the clubhouse. I know it’s the clubhouse because each building has a specific purpose, and this is the biggest one on the property. He cracks the door. “Where’s Braxxon?” Pyro shouts.
The music is pumping so loud that I don’t know how this person hears him, but he does because he shouts back.
“The Prez is in the Chapel.”
“Keep him there.”
After he’s sure the coast is clear, he leads us into the building, and I don’t know if it’s my nerves, but this hallway is long and daunting. Whistles are loud as we walk behind Pyro and my cheeks heat. I hate this kind of attention, but since I love my job, I deal with it. I make no eye contact with anyone as we pass. My eye catches tons and tons of skanks drinking and snorting it up, getting their asses slapped and so forth.
We pass a lot of doors before Pyro stops to unlock one.
“This is my apartment; I had one of the prospects bleach it down.” He laughs, gesturing us to follow him. “Rich said that you ladies aren’t powder noses, but if it’s busy, you do a line or two for nerves. There’s a line or two on my dresser.” He winks as he shuts the door on his way out.
We look around the box of a room and sure enough, it’s like a mini apartment. Two doors are open, one to a closet, and one to a bathroom. A small kitchen is set to the side.
“Well let’s get beautiful,” Hazel whispers.
“Stop being so damn quiet; it’s not like you.”
“I can’t help it; that man kills me.”
Almost an hour later, we’re showered, blow-dried, dolled up and our stuff is back in our bags.
“I hate this damn glitter,” Hazel bitches.
“Me too. C’mon, let’s do these lines to wiggle out our nerves.”
We walk over to the dresser, and it’s not one or two lines. Shit, these people party and they party hard. Rich is right; we aren’t powder noses, but if we need it for our nerves, we do one or two lines every few weeks if it’s a particularly popular night. Hazel takes a straw and does two lines, throwing her head back.
“Fuck,” she booms. “Fuck this is pure. Oh my god, no more than two babe.”
I’m thankful for the warning. By the time we snort the little lines that we normally get from Rich, it is cut up so many ways that it’s not strong enough to make Hazel curse. I’m taking this with caution. And sure enough, she was right. We both bat our watery eyes and the look we send one another says no more of that stuff tonight. We aren’t looking to become addicted or to end up in a body bag from an overdose tonight.
There’s a knock on the door followed by Pyro’s head sneaking in.
“Fuck me Hazel,” Pyro growls standing up straight as he pushes the door all the way open.
I want to shout it’s about time he notices her, but I don’t; I just enjoy the look of satisfaction on my best friend’s face. She’s blissed out, high and extremely happy.
“Maybe later, but for now we’re ready,” she purrs as she saunters up to him.
And she’s back! He showed a weakness, and now she’s playing on it. Apparently, Pyro has a thing for hotties in white.
“Shit,” he groans, looking conflicted. “C’mon before I change my mind.”
