Colt slammed the door so hard the entire trailer shook. He stormed to the small fridge, pulled a beer, and, after twisting the lid off, took a hard pull. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so mad and it had taken every bit of his self-control to not kill Paul on the spot with his bare hands. He finally found someone he actually liked for something more than a place to stick his cock, and Paul was fucking it up.
He took another hard pull on the beer. He has to go. He has to go, and he has to go now, not just for this, but for everything, Colt fumed. “Everybody gets the same chance if they are willing to fight for it!” That’s such a load of horseshit! It’s that fat fucker’s way of pitting brother and sister against each other so we can’t organize and throw his ass out! He probably heard Vicki, and he certainly saw Sierra helping out in the kitchen without being told, even when she didn’t have to, and how much the sisters appreciated it. She’s a builder, someone that pulls people together, not tear them apart. She’s a threat, so he’s trying to take her down. I’m not going to stand by and—
The rap on the door pulled him out the spiral of evil thoughts. “What?” he barked, just wanting to be left alone.
Fletch opened the door and stepped in. “You okay?”
“Do I fucking look okay?” Colt snarled. “You didn’t do shit in there to back me up, so why do you care?”
Fletch grimaced. “Couldn’t do it man. You know the rules, and we agreed to play by the rules until we were ready to move. If we’d come out in support of you then we would have been on everyone’s radar. You know that. Do you really want to risk it all over Sierra? You shouldn’t have brought her into this. Not now.”
Colt burned. Fletcher was right. He usually was. “Fuck!” Colt snarled again, throwing the bottle cap hard into the side of the trailer. “I have to go get her out of there.”
“No. Don’t do that. The women are helping to get her settled in. One of them will be with her all night. Gunner, Nic, Harrison and I are going to take turns sitting up in the next room. We’re not going to interfere unless it gets out of hand, but we’ll keep her safe.”
“This is so fucked!”
Fletcher stepped forward and put his hand on Colt’s shoulder. “I know, but we’re close. Don’t fuck it up now.”
“I think it’s time to move.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Sometime in the next couple of days. Sierra built some bridges today, generated some support from the lower ranks. We can use that. Then all we have to worry about are the hardcores in the middle. The Skyes, Monicas and Doms. We’ve always known we probably wouldn’t be able to turn them, but I think this may be our best chance to score some support from the lower ranks. What do you think?”
Fletcher thought it over. “You could be right, but we need to bring everyone up to speed before you go off half-cocked. You’re pissed off right now, and that’s never good for decision-making.”
Colt stared at Fletch, trying to reel in his anger. Finally, he turned and pulled another beer out of the refrigerator and offered it to Fletch. “I know. You’re right. It’s that goddamn Paul! He pisses me off like nobody else with his stupid little games. I can’t believe we haven’t been able to toss his ass out before now.”
“It’s because some of the club like it just like it is. Drugs, sex, and rock and roll, baby.”
Colt snorted and took another pull on his beer. “Well… that shit is about to change.”
Bobbi opened the door to the sparse room and stepped aside as Sierra entered. Like the rest of the walls inside the clubhouse, the walls of the room extended up about eight feet and then just stopped, not reaching to the ceiling high above. There were no windows as there was nothing to see, no private bath, no…nothing. Colts’ trailer wasn’t exactly the height of luxury, but compared to this room, it was the Ritz-Carlton.
“It’s not much, but it’s away from everyone so it will a little quieter,” Bobbi said as she eased the door shut. Like everything else in the DVMC, the walls were shit. Without being anchored at the top, it didn’t take a lot to tear one from the floor and send it crashing down. More than one romp against a wall had brought one down. Skye, in particular, seemed to get a thrill from being fucked against the wall so hard they would knock it down, and had on at least three occasions.
“Nice place,” Sierra said, her tone giving lie to the words.
“It’s just for a few nights.”
“I don’t know all the rules, but I’m not opening my legs for the first hard on that shows up. If I knew Colt was going to fuck me like this, I would have never agreed to come back.”
Bobbi’s eyebrows crept up. “He asked you to come back?”
“Yeah. Do you think this was my idea? He offered me a chance to make a lot of money. I’ve never had shit so I thought, ‘sure, why not?’ But no amount of money is worth being used over. If that is what is expected of me, then I’m out of here right the fuck now. I’ll walk if I have to. I’d rather die in the desert than be raped.”
Bobbi shook her head. “Nobody is going to rape you.”
“So I’m not expected to put out? It sure looked like mix and match the last time I was here.”
Bobbi scratched at her head. “You’re going to be expected to service the men. That’s a given. It’s part of the life, and the way you look, everyone without an old lady is probably going to want your services. So—”
“Fuck that!” Sierra snarled, stepping around Bobbi and heading for the door. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I would rather die in the desert.”
“Wait a minute!” Bobbi snapped, holding the door shut with her hand. “Let me finish. Colt must have a plan if he brought you back. He—”
“Yeah,” Sierra interrupted, crossing her hands under her breasts. “He wanted to fuck me. Well, he did, all right.”
“Colt never thinks just one move ahead. There’s more going on. I wonder what he’s thinking? If he asked you to stay, you should think about it before you wander out in the desert. You know how cold it gets at night, not to mention how hot tomorrow. You could die out there.”
“So? Colt obviously doesn’t give a shit or he wouldn’t have left me in this mess. All he had to do was make me his old lady,” Sierra said, making tick marks in the air with her fingers. “Would that have been so bad?”
“Maybe. You know about Anna, right? Gunner’s old lady? She came in as his old lady and nearly every member of the club was gunning for her…no pun intended. We tried to protect her as much as we could, but it was one challenge after another. They beat the shit out of her time and time again, until she had enough.”
“You?” Sierra asked.
“No. Not me. Not Perri or McKenzie either. The problem was Anna acted like just because she was Gunner’s old lady she should get special treatment, and that put the whole club against her, but you’re not like that. I saw you working in the kitchen. I heard some of the sisters talking. They like you. So you probably won’t have as hard a time.”
“But the men?”
Bobbi grimaced. “The men are going to be a bigger problem. Unless you are someone’s old lady, you are expected to put out. No way around that, but I will sit with you tonight, if you want, and help you. If they get aggressive I’ll help you back them off. If that doesn’t work, I’ll scream for Harrison.”
“You’d do that for me? Why?”
“Because I respect Colt and what he wants to do with the club. If he asked you to come back and be part of it, that means you’re probably someone I want to get to know better.” Bobbi gave her a crooked grin. “What better way to get to know each other than kicking some asshole’s ass together?”
Sierra barked out a quick laugh. “How, indeed?”
“But, Sierra, there’s a price.”
“Uh-oh. I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Yeah. Every guy you back off will take that as a challenge. There’s only one way that will go. You’ll have to stand for that.”
“I’ll have to fight all the guys?” Sierra squeaked.
“That or fuck them. You saw Monica and Skye going at it the day you arrived? It will be something like that.”
“I can’t fight a man! No woman can!”
“I know. That’s why it’s usually fucking. If you out fuck them, they can’t claim you again.”
“I’m not doing that! No fucking way! I should just go!” Sierra said loudly as she reached for the door. “I thought I would be sleeping with Colt and nobody else!”
“Do what you want,” Bobbi said stepping aside, “but you’ve shown me you have the moxie to stand your ground. Colt believes in you. Maybe you should trust him. Believe in him. Believe in yourself.”
Sierra stood with her hand around the knob. “I’m not some whore who is going to fuck just anyone, Bobbi. I didn’t sign up for that. I want to be like you and Harrison, or Fletcher and Perri.”
“Then wait and give Colt a chance. He must be planning something. He never does anything without a plan. You can always leave tomorrow.”
“And tonight?”
“I’ll be here.”
Sierra looked into Bobbi’s dark eyes. “Are you as tough as Colt said?”
Bobbi smiled. “Tougher. I fought professional MMA for a while. I was on the way to a shot at the title.”
Sierra’s eyes widen. “Why did you stop?”
Bobbi smiled. “Harrison. He showed me a better way to deal with my aggression than beating the shit out of someone.”
“What happened?”
Bobbie giggled. “I was in Vegas for a bout. He kept hitting on me and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finally I invited him to step outside. He can take a punch, I’ll give him that. After I sucker punched him, we got down to it. I couldn’t knock him out, so I finally took him to the ground to try and choke him out. He was too strong to hold so we ended up rolling around on the ground and…well…let’s just say that within five minutes of me throwing that first punch, he wasn’t pounding me with his fists anymore. We spent the night in jail for public nudity and lewd behavior, but, God, I had never been fucked like that in my life.”
“So you became his old lady because he kicked your ass then fucked the shit out of you?”
“He didn’t kick my ass!” Bobbi protested, but Sierra noted that Bobbi didn’t deny the second part. “After I started seeing Harrison, I had a bout with Dempsey. She was 28-1-0, I was 24-0-0, and whoever won that bout would get a shot at Kochick for the title.”
“Who won?”
“She did, in a split decision. In the final round I had her on the mat, and if I had ten more seconds, I would have knocked that bitch out.” Bobbi snorted. “You should have seen us. We were covered in blood where I cut her in the second round,” Bobbi said, drawing a finger over her left eye, “and the mat was smeared with it. It looked like something out of a horror movie. After the bout, I spent the night in the hospital with a couple of fractured ribs. That’s when I decide to hang up the gloves. Later I joined the club and fought my way to the top. Along the way I became his old lady. That was after Colt joined and started putting together his crew. That’s when I saw there were ways to get ahead, other than fighting.”
Sierra thought about it a moment then released the doorknob. “Okay, I’ll stay, so long as you stay close.”
Bobbi nodded, sitting down the bed. “I’m right here.”
Colt rolled over and looked at the clock, the glowing red numbers mocking him. The sun would be up soon and he either hadn’t slept, or had slept fitfully, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he kept thinking about Sierra and what she was probably going through, and cursing himself for putting her in this situation. The thing that amazed him, when he realized it himself, is that he even cared. He’d never cared what a woman thought before, using them for his own needs then tossing them away. With Sierra he did care, and he wasn’t even sure why.
He’d lost sight of the goal, and started thinking with his cock, and now Sierra was paying for his mistake, something that upset him and pissed him off at the same time. He and Fletcher had talked until they had an idea to turn the lemons into lemonade, but a lot rode on Sierra making it through the night unscarred. Fletcher was going to pass the word to the rest of the crew and they would talk about it later this morning.
He was just turning over to try to get some sleep when he heard the soft knock at the door. He pulled this Glock from the holster and walked quietly to the door. “Who is it?” he asked, as he stood at the side of the door, his weapon at low ready.
“Harrison. Open up.”
Colt took his finger off the trigger. “It’s open.”
A tired looking Harrison stepped into the trailer. “Perri just relieved Bobbi. Sierra is okay. She had a rough night, but nobody laid a finger on her. Bobbi said you would want to know. What the hell’s going on, Colt?”
Colt heaved a huge sigh and flopped onto the couch. “Sit down and I’ll fill you in.”