Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (12 page)

She tagged Susan and went into the house, thrilled when she
saw Tara peeking around the open front door with a handful of some kind of
desert dish. Poor thing about jumped out of her skin when she shouted a welcome
at her and nearly dropped the dish. Susan loved her instantly, and drew her
into the house with a motherly arm around her shoulders, praising her for
bringing brownies that didn’t have pot in them. “Club slut bitches think it’s
not a party without some kind of hallucinogenic additives to their brownies.
None of the boys
eat’em
, but they do enjoy the girls
behavior afterwards. We’ll keep these over here for the rest of us.” Tara’s
smile was forced, and she intended to tell her to stay only as long as she was
comfortable, but she caught a whiff of someone smoking and turned to see a trio
of the club groupies, smoking in her living room. “Ladies, smoking outside
only.” She said in what she hoped was a kind but firm tone, and all three of
their bleach blonde heads turned her direction.

The ringleader, evident by her shitty grin and her
challenging posture, jerked her chin up and folded one bony arm across her
chest. She took a defiant drag of her cigarette, propping her elbow up on her
folded arm and tapped the ash off her cancer stick so that it dropped on the
rug. “Don’t worry, we’re not
gonna
burn holes in your
couch or
nothin
.” She cooed, her voice sarcastic and
saccharine. She’d played this game before, hadn’t liked it then, but her daddy
had taught her not to take shit from bikers, or their bitches. “Take that
cigarette outside, or put it out, now.” She repeated, and the bitch’s eyes
narrowed, her cronies snickering under their breath as she took up a defensive
posture meant to make her feel intimidated. “Or what?” She drawled. “Is she for
real?” She heard Tara softly, incredulously ask Suzie, and the tramp turned her
nasty gaze and her even nastier smile on Tara. “She
ain’t
nothing special, sugar. Thinks her shit don’t stink now
cause
she’s knocked up and landed her a primo spot with a brother. She probably went
and poked holes in the condoms or something to get herself this nice little
spread.”

Susan sucked in a slow, nasty breath and was rubbing her hand
up and down Tara’s arm where she’d thrown it around her shoulder. “Part of
being affiliated with a biker club, Tara, is dealing with sluts like…” She
turned to look sideways at Susan, and Susan curled her lip, “Bobbi Anne.” She
named the bitch, “Right. She’s got it in her head that having fucked almost
every member of the club is some kind of sport deserving of a trophy. Chaps her
ass that Roar won’t give her dirty cunt the time of day.” Bobbi Anne’s face
turned florid with rage, her smirk mean and nasty, her tone vindictive and
meant to wound deep. “He gives my cunt plenty of time. Mine, Judy’s, Sassy
here. Sometimes all at once. You don’t wonder where he is when he can’t stand
the sight of your fat, bloated
body?
” She smiled
slowly, knowing it wasn’t a very pretty smile. “Last time, you want to smoke,
take your skank ass outside.”

Bobbi Anne inhaled a deep drag and let the smoke curl up into
her nostrils before she dropped the half smoked stick to the floor, to her rug,
and ground it out under her heel. Well. Looked like she was going to have to
assert her dominance after all. The bitch sauntered over and blew her lung full
of smoke, right in her face, “Make me,” She shrugged, said, “Okay.” And planted
her fist in the dirty whore’s face. She went down with a scream, and was still
screaming when
Ever
grabbed her by the hair and drug
her kicking and screaming out the back porch. She tossed her down on the grass,
turned just in time to catch the arm of one of the other bitches to send her
sailing through the air, landing on Bobbi Anne with a shriek. The third one was
a fuck of a lot smarter and walked a wide berth around her and down to her
friends. “Babe, what the fuck?”

She reached over, slapped her hand on the stereo to turn the
music off, and looked up at her irate biker. She planted her hands on her hips,
seriously starting to like the way Roar always came up to her and put his hands
on her belly. “Did you fuck her?” She demanded, and Roar glanced sideways at
where Bobbi Anne was huddled on the ground, weeping huge crocodile tears while
her friends held her between them, and the entire MC stood around them watching
the show. “Which one?” Roar asked, and her eyes narrowed, hearing some hisses
and some chuckles from the crowd. “Any. Of. Them.” She bit out, and his eyebrow
slid up, “No. Don’t like dirty pussy. What’s
goin
on?”

“Oh nothing. Just a good old fashioned bitch versus bitch to
establish the pecking order.” She told him with a sunny smile, and his eyes
narrowed suspiciously. “Ever asked Bobbi Anne nicely, to smoke outside. Bobbi
Anne was her usual
cunty
self, insinuated that she
and her dirty trio there would be the ones to relieve your boredom with her,
called
Ever
fat and bloated, and after stomping her
cigarette out on
Ever’s
nice rug, walked over and
blew smoke in her face.” Susan tattled helpfully, and Roar’s eyes turned
molten. His hands slid over her belly and around to her back, pulling her into
the shelter of his body, “You know you’re not supposed to lift anything over
twenty five pounds. The pair of them weight at least a buck ninety, and you
threw her a good ten feet.” Her lips twitched, and after she rolled her eyes,
he jerked his head at one of his brothers. “Jules, you
wanna
take out the trash so my woman doesn’t have to get her hands dirty?”

“Sure thing, bro.”

“Oh, just one thing,”

She slipped out of Roar’s arms and walked down the stairs,
glad when Bobbi Anne shrank back against the biker holding her arms. It made
her smirk, her nose wrinkling in disgust when she leaned in and whispered in
her ear, just loud enough for her to hear. “I’d like you to think about
something on your way home. Those two hogs on the spit? I slit their throats
and gutted them myself. You put your hands on my man, or shake your bony ass in
his general direction, I’ll do the same to you and bury your body out in the
middle of my compost pile.” She smiled sweetly when she leaned back, glad to
see that from the sickly green tone of Bobbi Ann’s face, that she believed the
threat. “Oh and by the way, the three of you, whatever perfume combo you’re
wearing, you smell like a walking advertisement for the dirtiest whore house in
Texas.”

The laughter that echoed all around them made two of the
sluts turn pink with mortification, but Bobbi Ann turned red with rage. Roar
came up behind her and slid his hand possessively over her belly, which drew
her attention and made one final scathing insult fly from her puffy lips. “You
might be his top bitch now, but once you pop out that brat, he’ll get tired of
you.”

“Did I just hear that slut insult your old lady, to her
face?” Top, who’d just arrived, materialized out of the dark like some kind of
demon, and Bobbi Anne shrank by about three inches under his glare. “We were
just sorting that out, Top.” Roar growled dangerously, “Please, don’t worry.
It’s sorted.” She told the Prez with an easy smile, giving a wiggly finger wave
to the retreating sluts. She waited until Bobbi Anne was in the perfect
position, and whipped one of her throwing knives out of the holster across her
spine. One good flick had it burying in the tree trunk a hairs breath away from
Bobbi Anne’s face, making her and both her bitches leap back with a shriek,
“Have a safe drive home, and remember what I said, sweetie.” She called,
getting her last word in with a
helluva
point.

After escorting the sluts to their car, Top came back and was
the one to fetch her knife, wiping the blade on his jeans before bringing it to
her and flipping it around to offer it to her hilt first. “Your daddy teach you
to throw like that?” He questioned, his deep voice resonating in the quiet
stillness of the night. “He did.” She confirmed, making the knife disappear
behind her back, watching him glance from her, to
Roar
,
to the hogs on the spit and back. “He teach you to shoot too?”

“Yup.”

“Boy,” He told Roar seriously, “You better marry this bitch,
fast.”

She ducked her head to keep from laughing into his face, and
Roar grumbled behind her, “
Workin
on it, Top.”

Things went back to normal after that, except for the replay
of her actions and the hilarity that followed. The remaining club sluts still
lingering were much better behaved and did any of their smoking far, far away
from her or her house. The hogs turned out to be delicious, Roar had her next
to him the rest of the night, and when they were done eating he scooped her up
to sit in his lap on the Adirondack chair he’d appropriated, just like the
first night they’d met, only this time he kept one arm curled around her body,
and one hand on her belly. He talked and laughed with his brothers, and when
she lay her head down on his shoulder he’d turn every few minutes to brush his
lips across her forehead. Warmed by the fire, by the heat of his body, and
lulled by the familiar sounds of family and laughter all around her.

Chapter Thirteen

It had turned out to be a good night.

She thought that until she was in the house cleaning up the
few dishes in the sink, relieved when she got the text from Tara telling her
she’d gone home and was safe. Girl had just up and disappeared and it had
freaked her out.
Squatch
leapt up from his place by
her feet, where he’d been contemplating the rough life of a puppy who’d been
denied table scraps, to greet Top with an all over body wiggle and air kisses.
“Hey dog,” Top chuckled, ruffling
Squatch’s
ears
before leaning back on her counter with a beer in one hand and a brown paper
wrapped square of something in his other. “So girly, what’s the story? Took my
boy’s brand, but not his ring?”

 Her first thought was to tell the older man to mind his
business, but on the heels of that thought was the understanding that in an MC
style family, the Prez was everybody’s father. He’d earned that place, and
earned the respect from the brothers to allow him to meddle, somewhat, in their
lives.  “He didn’t want a family outside of the club, so when my implant
failed and I popped pregnant, I wasn’t going to go running back and demand he
take care of us. I can do that on my own. Luck or fate or whatever, he showed
up here and saw me, and decided to be that guy who does the right thing, even
if he doesn’t like it. Or want it. I’m gun shy when it comes to weddings
anyway, what with the whole massacre thing that happened at my last one. And
I’m not going to let him do the right thing, or what he thinks is the right
thing, when he doesn’t really want it.” His dark eyes went bright with
amusement, sipped his beer and then waved the bottle at her, “You’re not paying
attention then,
cause
it looks a
helluva
lot like he wants it to me.”

“He’s settling into the idea of being a father. I’d like him
to not have to deal with too much settling too soon, then wake up one morning,
realize he shouldn’t have settled.”

“Cause settling for a beautiful woman he can’t keep his hands
off of, a woman that can shoot the tits off a hog at six hundred yards, who has
knives strapped to her body at all times, cooks like a fuckin angel and puts a
helluva
satisfied grin on his face, is really a hardship.”

She blushed at his sarcastic drawl and put another dish in
the dishwasher, rethinking the idea to allow this line of questioning. She’d
tried the gentle truth, now she went for the balls. “I’m adjusting to having
him in my life, and so far, we’re getting along fine. He’s very likely to be a
great dad, because he’s determined not to be like his father. But I don’t know
him well enough to believe he’s going to be an equally great husband. He
ordered me to take his brand. Busted his way into my house, my life, and made
it plain that we’d be married before I have this kid. I said fine, that he had
until March to convince me. The rest and how we go about that, is our
business.”

Top smiled slow and deep, nodding his approval and after
setting his brown paper wrapped package on the counter, slid them her way and
tilted his chin back towards the door. “Roar asked Nasa to find that for you, I
snitched it first so I could butt into your business.” Naturally she was
curious, so she peeled the paper off and stared at the pair of framed pictures
in her hand. Tears immediately welled in her eyes and she looked up at Top
knowing he understood the look of shock on her face. His smile turned kind, “My
boys like a challenge, but they
ain’t
stupid.” He
said that with a wink, snagged her by the back of the neck so he could pull her
forward and drop a kiss on her hair, then walked off and left her alone in the
kitchen.

Alone with a blown up picture of her father on his bike
beside her, and her, sitting behind a handsome dark haired biker, on his bike,
her arms around him, her chin on his shoulder with a huge smile on her face.
That picture was blown up from the second one, a picture they’d had taken by
one of the prospects, of the entire club. It was the day she’d gotten engaged.
“Babe, you got any more of those brownies Tara brought, stashed…what the fuck?
Are you fuckin
cryin
?” She laughed at the outrage in
Roar’s voice, laughed weakly, and looked up at him, not sure if she had the
ability to put into words why she was crying. She just showed him the picture
she was holding, and he scowled, “Who gave you that?”