Widow Maker
“WHAT THE EVER-LOVIN' FUCK AVA!” I turn and look at my dad
“IT'S FUCKIN’ WIDOW MAKER! SO FUCKIN’ USE IT!” I yell at him, and he takes a deep breath.
“Then Widow Maker what the fuck was that?” he asks me.
“That was me defending myself.”
“How in the fuck was that defending yourself?” I start to pace, to work off some of my anger when I see Magic Knuckle and Hawk standing behind my dad
“He called me a cunt.”
“And what happened before that?”
“Do you really want to know.”
“Yes”
“Fine, we were in bed, and he called me a woman” dad frowns at me
“Darlin’ you are a woman.”
“I fucking know that, it was the content of our conversation and how he said it that pissed me off, so I punched him in the face.”
“Darlin’”
“Don't ok, it's done.”
“You need to apologize” I stop and look at Sniper.
“No fucking way!”
“Ava”
“WIDOW MAKER!!” I yell.
“Widow this is their clubhouse, and we are guests.”
“So, you’re telling me that if one of them insulted you, you'd mosey on over to them and apologize” I see him gritting his teeth trying to come up with something.
“Yes,” he says, and I laugh.
“Like fuck and I ain't saying shit to that asshole, especially not a fucking apology.”
“AV..... Widow”
“Nope,” I tell him (no fucking way)
“ARGH! Fuck your impossible,” he yells, and I smile.
“I take after my dad, you should meet him sometime he's a real ball-breaker” he tries to frown but smiles.
“Little shit,” he says, pulling me to him hugging me tight “You ok?” he whispers so only I can hear.
“Yeah”
*
The rest of the day I sit with Magic Boogie and Knuckle, Scythe sits at the bar drinking with Cookie, and I know he's watching me through the mirror behind the bar. He's dressed, and all cleaned up his nose all red and the beginning of a black eye forming under his eye, I feel a little bit stupid now that I've calmed down and every fiber of my being is telling me to go over and apologize. But my stupid head is stubborn, so I just stay seated, listening to the guys talk about pussy bikes pussy and more bikes.
“You want a drink Widow.”
“Yeah,” I tell Boogie, and I watch him walk towards the bar talking to Scythe and Cookie.
“Did you fuck him?” Knuckle asks, and I frown at him
“No”
“That explains it.”
“What?”
“The mood,” he says, and I frown at him.
“What mood?”
“That one!”
“I don't have a fucking mood.”
“Ok, if you say so,” he says as Boogie comes back to the table with a round of shots and beer.
“So! If you didn't fuck him.... What did you do?” I look at Knuckle again
“It's none of your business.”
“You were in there long enough, what were you doin’?”
“Knuckle do you want a kick in the balls to,” I ask him
“No”
“Then shut ya fucking mouth,” I tell him.
“Man, you need to get laid,” he says looking at me.
“What?”
“I’m afraid to say women” we all burst into laughter Magic pulling me to him rubbing my head and I elbow him laughing.
"Who needs another drink?" I ask them
“Me,” they all say, and I make my way over to the bar and step up next to Scythe who has fucking Bliss rubbing her tits all over him again.
“Eight shots Saffron,” I say as Scythe turns and looks at me.
“You calmed down,” he asks, and I look at him, his arm draped over Bliss's shoulders, and I want to rip it off of the whore.
“I'm calm,” I tell him.
“Good we gonna go back to my room and finish what we started” I look at Bliss shaking my head.
“You've already got your hands full,” I tell him.
“You could join us,” he says, smiling, smug bastard.
“Do you want another kick to the balls?” I ask him, and he laughs
“Just makin’ a joke,” he says (real funny asshole)
“Yuck it up asshole; I'm not going anywhere near your dick again,” I tell him.
“Your loss,” he says, standing up and dragging Bliss with him down towards his room, I feel like crying so hard, but I grab the one of the shots and down it. Then the other than another than the rest downing all eight.
“Damn girl, take it easy” I look at Cookie wishing him to burst into flames and he holds up his hands in surrender stepping back, and I look at Saffron.
“Give me the bottle,” I tell her.