Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (18 page)

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hiskey and Rebel went to get pizza while Violet and Elena got themselves ready. Elena was having a lot of fun listening to Vi making fun of the women she was sure Rebel was screwing or had screwed. Allison was a girl high on her list, and Elena wondered if she was going to see Violet in action.

“I miss my Penny. She was my partner in crime and kept me up to date on who’s fucking who. She’s up by you now because she got the club sick. That damn Zero has it out for her, too.” Violet was applying lipstick and puckered her lips to make sure it was on perfectly. “Rebel got her a job tattooing with that Thrash…” She stopped and looked at Elena. “Oh shit. That’s the bastard who’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

Elena was braiding a section of the front of her hair. “Yeah, but he isn’t bothering me now. It’s okay, Violet. You didn’t upset me. Thrash is a good artist. He used to be a good friend, too. I’ve known him a long time. I hope Penny learns from him.”

“I want Penny to come home, but that isn’t going to happen. Rebel is getting her a shop, I hear stuff. Could you watch out for her? Zero and Penny have this relationship—It’s a love/hate one. I’d also like Zero’s barbeque recipe, if you can ever snag it.” Violet looked into the mirror.

“Snag a recipe from Zero? He doesn’t let me near the kitchen when he cooks, and Penny hasn’t been to the farm. We don’t really go out. Everything is Bound for Hell or Nefarious until Whiskey gets that schoolhouse made into a clubhouse. I’m busy with running the farm and I’m running my agency for the dancers,” she added, wrapping her braid and beginning to section the other side of her head for another small one. “Not much time to go dancing.”

Violet gaped at her. “Don’t get out much? Oh, I couldn’t stand that. I love being a mommy again, but I have to keep my body in shape. I was a dancer for years. When Rebel and I met, I was so young. Things weren’t good for us, so I danced. I had my girls, and I got back into shape. It was a way to support us.” She ran her hand across her forehead. “I didn’t mind men looking at me. I still don’t, but Rebel does, and I like that. I taught my girls to dance. I figured, never be dependent on a man. Hide as much money as you can and watch people. I’ve learned a lot over the years.”

Elena took a deep breath. “I don’t like a man supporting me either. I’ve always paid my way. I didn’t have it easy on the reservation. Hunter was my way out. I didn’t give him much choice. I was in trouble and Jersey was far enough that I wouldn’t be found. I guess I had a hero-worship thing going on because I felt I owed him. It took a few years before he and I got together and I worked my ass off the whole time we had a relationship.” Elena blinked, her braiding put on pause for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that before. I don’t talk much about those years.”

Violet saw the pain in Elena’s eyes and hugged her. “I think we’re going to be very good friends. Sounds like we have a lot in common. I know Dusty probably has talked shit about me, but I love my daughter. One day, I hope I can have a relationship with her.”

“She doesn’t say much about her life really. Darko is a good man and he loves her. I wish she’d trust him, but I don’t talk about it unless she brings it up. It took me forever to get her to tell me about her scar. Remember, I wasn’t around for everything that went down in Bound for Hell. Hunter had his own club. I heard the stories. I knew a lot of the guys, but honestly, I don’t know as much as people think.” She looked at Violet and sighed. “I don’t listen to gossip. By the time I’d hear it, I’m sure the truth was long gone from the real story.”

Violet sat down on the bed. “I did something I’m never going to live down. The girls don’t know Rebel is their father. I thought he was going to jail for life. It was safer to say he was dead. I didn’t leave with him when he got out because Diablo would have killed him … and maybe all of us too. They think I’m a rotten mother. And I was,” she admitted, a tear running down her cheek. “Most of the time. I was too busy getting high trying to deal with Diablo and I missed Rebel madly. Now I have Brandon to raise and they will hate that.”

Elena sat down next to her. “I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you. Honesty would be the best thing you could do now and tell them the truth.”

“Dusty will always hate me. They won’t understand. I know Rebel wants us to all get along. I doubt they will want me to raise Brandon either. I can’t blame them, really. I do love Bebe like my own, and I will love Brandon. I want to be a good parent. God knows I know what
not
to do.” She studied Elena and shook her head. “You need to shock Whiskey. I have the perfect little black dress and some thigh-high stockings. You’ve got a great body, and showing it off tonight will make him proud. Those braids need to go. I’ll use my curling iron to give you some curls.”

Elena looked doubtful as Violet raided her closet looking for the dress. She knew her clothes were dated, but she didn’t spend money on herself often. Maybe Violet was on to something. She wanted Whiskey to be proud of her. Maybe he’d fuck her finally if she looked sexy. When Violet tossed the brand new black dress with the tags attached at her, Elena caught it. It was silky and so unlike her usual style.

Violet saw the longing look Elena gave the dress. She knew exactly how Elena should look tonight and was determined to give her a makeover.

“It is my gift to you, Elena. Try it on. You’ll look sinfully sexy. I’d feel so much better if you’d let me do a makeover for you. Penny and I
loved
to do makeovers and Rebel loves it. It keeps him from cheating too, I think.” She coaxed Elena into trying the hot little dress on.

It fit like a glove. Elena was sitting at Violet’s dressing table being made over with her hair looking like it never had. She knew how to do makeup, but Violet was a true artist. Her hair was curling beautifully and she felt like a whole new person. Violet reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of light black thigh-highs. Elena put them on and slipped her black leather boots over them. She stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror, amazed at the transformation.

Vi wasn’t done, though. She was in her huge jewelry chest, a piece of furniture with many drawers that even had a place to hang necklaces on a slide-out rod. Finally, she produced a cuff bracelet and a few rings.

“These are perfect. You need some flash with the black dress! I won’t take no for an answer, so don’t even try it.” She handed Elena the jewelry and smiled as she saw Elena put them on. “You look
hot!
I’m glad Whiskey is your ol’ man because Rebel would want you. I hope we see that slut Allison tonight too. Now I have to make myself look as hot as you do. That bitch needs to remember who I am and what I’ll do if I catch her near my man.” She went back to her closet and found a dress similar to the one Elena was wearing. “Penny and I used to dress alike, so this is a lot of fun for me. There is a picture of her on my dressing table. The blonde with the black lace gloves on the motorcycle.”

Elena looked at the picture of the gorgeous blonde with the long earrings and sunglasses sitting on the bike. “She is beautiful. Doesn’t she have an ol’ man? This is the girl that is working with Thrash?”

Violet sighed sadly. “No. He died, same unit as Lacey-Jane’s Stevie was in. In fact, they both died on the same day. It was a very bad time for us, losing both of them. They were going to be married. However, she went on living, unlike Lacey. For a while, I thought maybe she and Zero might hook up. Rebel promised Greg he’d always watch out for her, and he does. He treats her just like a daughter, really, which is why she didn’t get into trouble for giving the guys the shits. I sent her to New Jersey hoping Dee would help her, but she refused. Rebel got her the job with Thrash and I hear they’re screwing around. I don’t know when she will come home. Rebel has some plan for her now. She is a very good tattoo artist. When you get Whiskey’s name, make sure she does it. Penny has balls of steel, too.” She started to giggle and it went to full-blown laughter and Elena couldn’t help but join in.

They heard Rebel yelling for them and went downstairs to let their men see how lucky they were to have such hot, foxy women.

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hiskey had his back turned as the women entered the dining room.

Violet would never let company eat in the kitchen. He heard Rebel let out a whistle and turned. Elena was standing still, looking at him with a pouty smile. He looked at her and his cock got hard. To him, Elena was always beautiful, but he had never dreamed of her with curls. That dress showed every curve she had, and the stockings made him want to forget about going out and take her upstairs and fuck her until she begged for mercy. She swung her hair and the curls bounced and his balls ached.

“Elena, you look beautiful. I better get my tat on you as soon as possible,” he joked, but felt his determination strengthen.

“It was all Violet’s magical touch, but she taught me how to curl my hair, if you’d like me to wear it like this sometimes.” Elena felt a little shy as his eyes roamed over her body.

Rebel laughed. “My Violet loves to dress up and both of you look hot and sexy. Pizza is getting cold, Whiskey. Let’s eat and get these ladies out for a few hours.”

Violet smiled happily at Rebel. “It was so much fun. I can’t wait for everyone to see Whiskey’s ol lady.” She sat down and cut her pizza into bite-size pieces. Elena had never seen anyone eat pizza like that. Violet saw her confusion. “I don’t want to get any on my dress or mess up my makeup,” she explained, then pointed to the knife and fork by Elena’s plate. “Try it. You won’t get all greasy, trust me.”

Elena decided if Violet said it would keep her from messing her makeup and dress up, she’d take the advice.

Whiskey sat there with his balls aching and watched as Elena ate pizza daintily. It was going to be a long night, even if Rebel said only a few hours. He was going to have blue balls;
that
was a given.

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ebel and Whiskey watched their two ol’ ladies dancing. Both moved and swayed gracefully. Many men were watching them too, and Whiskey had been slapped on the back countless times and congratulated on having such a fine ol’ lady. He kept his drinking light, just in case one of his bros went near Elena. He noticed the club sluts eyeing up both women with hatred in their eyes. He nudged Rebel and both men looked at the woman with the frizzy hair standing off to the side glaring at Violet and Elena.

“I thought you’d be rid of Ally by now, Reb. She’s trouble, and all of the ol’ ladies are sick of her shit, the nasty bitch.”

Rebel looked at him. “She’s the only chick that will take on a couple of the guys at once. Bitch loves to get gangbanged. I won’t touch that shit, but she thinks since Monica died she can pay her drug debt off with me. Ain’t happening; a debt is a debt, and no frizzy-haired pussy that’s been banged by every brother within three states is worth it. She’s pushing Violet’s buttons big time. Vi will teach her a lesson, probably tonight if Ally doesn’t stop giving her those looks.”

Whiskey privately disagreed and would have tossed Allison out of the club, debt or not, but it wasn’t his call. If she touched Elena though, he’d be kicking the cunt upside the head with his boots.

Violet suddenly stopped dancing and Elena and her looked at Ally. The dumb bitch actually walked toward Violet and had a bottle of beer in her hand and a nasty scowl on her face.

Rebel blocked Whiskey from getting up. “Let them take care of it, Whisk. You want bitches thinking Elena can’t handle herself? The chick is tough; I’ve seen her fight before. Hell, she hauls around horses and tosses bales of hay. Anyway, Violet has been waiting for tonight, trust me.”

The music suddenly went down in volume and all eyes were on the three women. People had moved away so there was plenty of room around Elena and Violet. They stood there united as crazy Allison made her way toward them. Both had hard looks on their faces and were ready to take the bitch on. She swung the bottle at Violet, but Elena darted forward and grabbed it before it could hit Vi. She smashed it onto Ally’s head and it broke, leaving blood dripping down her face.

Violet looked at Elena and back at Allison. “You dirty skank! You dared to try and hit me with a bottle? I think you forget yourself. Maybe this will remind you of who I am.” Her hand made a fist and she punched Ally as hard as she could right in the nose. Blood squirted and Allison screamed. Elena stood there holding the broken bottle and waited. Violet looked toward Rebel. “You want this skank, Rebel?”