Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Well, I don’t normally swing that way, but it might be worth it just to say I got in where Dawg couldn’t.” I stop and look at her, and then we both start laughing. I hurry and get dressed and throw some makeup on to hide the circles under my eyes and we head towards the kitchen. Food. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hungry in my life. I still haven’t seen Max, and I guess he figures that as long as someone is watching over me, he doesn’t need to bother with me. It doesn’t sit well with me, but there’s not much I can do about it. A part of me wishes we were still in the woods, and I had Max to myself.
Cherry feeds me a BLT, and I will never take the taste of bacon for granted again. Once I polish off the glass of milk she gives me; she asks me if I’d like to walk out back with her where the rest of the women are. Since there is still no word from Max, I shrug and figure, why not.
I don’t know what I expected when I found out we were going to the Vipers compound. Maybe cement walls covered in blood, orgies, dead bodies and skulls thrown around for good measure. Instead, it’s like a giant community. When Cherry takes me out back, it’s to a fenced-in yard, full of swing sets and children playing and surrounded by a large privacy fence. It’s probably the last thing I would expect to find in a motorcycle club’s stronghold.
We sit down at a picnic table where two other women are talking. They’re dressed much like Cherry and me, jeans, and a t-shirt or sweater. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought every woman at a biker’s club wouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes unless it was like a G-string bikini.
“Tessa this is Babs and Jinxy; they’re the other old ladies. Babs belongs to Topper, and Jinxy just got claimed by Blaze. Ladies, this here is Tessa, she showed up last night with Dawg.” I smile at them nervously, feeling very much out of my depth.
“You Dawg’s old lady? That’s gonna piss off Jenna for sure,” Jinxy pipes up.
“I…no, I don’t guess I am…”
“Too bad, it would have been fun to watch Jenna lose her shit,” Jinxy replies.
“Amen,” Babs adds in agreement.
Apparently Jenna is not well liked among these ladies.
“Who is Jenna?” I ask because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that her and Max have some kind of relationship. She’s probably the reason I haven’t seen Max yet.
“Club whore, and I mean the word whore. Some of the muffler bunnies are good women, yanno? Jenna? Not even a little bit. She’s rotten clear to the bone,” Cherry says.
Babs adds in another amen. She obviously is a woman of few words.
“Why do you let her stay around then?” I ask confused.
Cherry laughs, and Babs proves me wrong by speaking up, her voice sounds like a woman who smokes ten packs of cigarettes a day.
“The men demand it because she can suck dick like a Hoover. Same reason Dawg even messes with her skanky ass.”
Something cold and bitter twists in my chest. I may not have met Jenna, but I’d like to scratch her eyes out right now.
“Who do all of the kids belong to?” I ask to change the subject, wishing Max would show up so I’d know he’s nowhere near Jenna.
“Members of the Vipers. Those two little blonde hellions over there are Marcum’s twins. Moth’s daughter is over there pulling Blaze’s kid’s hair. Charity Lynn! You stop that this instant or I’m going to have your daddy tan your hide!” Cherry says. I watch as the little girl looks at Cherry, and you can see rebellion in everything she does. She’s an adorable child with pale blonde hair curled over her head.
“So, spill it, woman, what’s going on with you and Dawg?” Bab’s asks and suddenly I wish she really didn’t talk.
“I, well…”
“Stop being a nosy bitch, Babs,” Max says coming up behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I relax a little.
“Dawg. You’re looking good for a jailbird.”
“Yeah, you’re looking good too, for a chick who’s stuck with Topper.”
“Fuck you, Dawg,” that comes from a tall, skinny man who has to be close to seven foot and barely has more meat on him than I do.
“Sorry, man, not my type,” Max says. “Now if you ladies will excuse me, I’m going to take my woman back to our room.”
I watch the banter back and forth. I don’t know if Max is serious, but I do know I like being called his woman.
“Oh! Max is going to have a little of the old in and out,” Topper jokes and I’m doing my damnedest not to blush. “Take old one-eye to the optometrist. Get a little slap and tickle,” he keeps going and Max gives him the finger and takes my hand leads me back through the compound, while everyone else is laughing.