“Where’s the birthday girl?” Crazy Bitch looked around Sex Piston and Stud’s overflowing living room, searching for Star.

Her best friend’s living room would make up three of her apartments. Sex Piston had lucked out when she had gotten off her high horse and admitted she and Stud were a couple. The president of the Destructors and The Blue Horsemen hadn’t let any grass grow under his feet before marrying her.

The bitch handled his house and her business like a pro. She had even managed to get her stepchildren to love her as much as their own mothers. Meri and Keri had been wary at first, because they were older. To Star, who had been a toddler, Sex Piston was the only mother she remembered, which was a good thing, because Candi, her biological mother, was an addict. Sex Piston never mentioned her anymore, saying she had disappeared after her release from rehab four years ago.

The first years of her marriage had been easily managed with the help of Stud’s Aunt Katy, who had lived with them, babysitting Star and then Harley while running Stud’s older twin daughters to school and their activities, until she said the winters were hard on her bones and had moved to Florida, leaving them. Sex Piston continued on, managing her beauty shop, her three stepchildren, and Harley with barely a hiccup.

“You want a glass of punch?”

Crazy Bitch juggled the present she had brought. “Yeah.” Seeing the large table that had been set up in the corner for the presents, she maneuvered her way toward it, laying it down as Killyama placed hers down.

“Why are you with that loser?” Killyama asked.

“What you got against Sam? At least he has a job.” Not only did he have a job, but it was a good-paying one. He drove a car, had money in his checking account, and had a 710 credit score.

Her friend gave her date a phony smile as Sam handed Crazy Bitch a glass of pink punch. “Where’s Star?”

“Did you forget mine?” Killyama snapped at the man who looked hapless at how to respond.

“Sam, you mind getting Killyama a glass?”

“Not at all. I’ll be right back.”

Crazy Bitch waited until he was out of earshot before saying anything. “Cool it. He’s a nice guy.”

“Then what are you doing with him? You hate nice guys. That’s why you told Jonas you wouldn’t go out with him.”

“I changed my mind.” Lofty Crazy Bitch raised her chin on going back on her words.

“Since when?”

“Since I decided I’m tired of partying with bikers.”

“That’s news to me. You love parties.” Killyama gave her a surprised glance.

“Not anymore. I’m turning over a new leaf.”

“I give it a week.”

Her disbelieving snort had Crazy Bitch raising her chin higher. “I’ve been seeing Sam a month. You’ve just been too busy with Train to notice.”

“You pissed at me for standing you up on movie night?”

Crazy Bitch took a drink, making a face at the taste. There wasn’t any alcohol in it. The only thing it had going for it was the ice. “I’m not any madder at you than I am at Sex Piston for forgetting my car was in the shop and I needed a ride to work, or Fat Louise for forgetting to bring me tacos for lunch.”

Ever since her friends had married, she had become last on their list of priorities, coming right after going to get their yearly pap smears.

Crazy Bitch finally saw Star when she came out of the kitchen with Stud, and Stud’s brother coming out behind them.

Dressed in blue jeans and a work shirt from Stud’s garage, he looked like what he was—a mechanic. He hadn’t even bothered to change out of the grey shirt, while Sam had dressed in nice black jeans and a striped shirt tucked inside.

She never had to wonder who Sam was doing when she wasn’t with him. With Calder, it wasn’t a whom, but how many.

She had dodged a bullet with him.

When Stud and Calder had hung around the Destructors’ clubhouse while Sex Piston’s father, Skulls, was president, she had flirted with him, despite Sex Piston’s warnings that Calder was using. Crazy Bitch hadn’t cared. If a dude had to take a drug test before she hooked up with them, she would still be a virgin.

She had felt a vibe in her pussy every time she danced with or talked to him, knowing that huge outline of his cock underneath his jeans could get her off, unlike the other jokers in the club she had bedded.

Every time he showed up at the Destructors’, she made a beeline toward him like a fucking bitch in heat. Stupid bitch that she was, she assumed he was just as into her as she was him. She danced the night away with him, his cock riding her belly until she decided the night would end with Calder in her bed.

When Stud sauntered onto the dance floor and told him he was leaving, she stared meaningfully into Calder’s eyes.

“You want to see my apartment before heading home?”

His eyes shifted away from Stud’s, getting her meaning. “You go. I’m good,” he told his brother.

“You sure?” Stud questioned.

Another hint she had missed.

“I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Stud left them dancing. They finished the song then left the floor.

“How far you live from here?” Calder hung an arm over her shoulders, pressing her into his side.

“Close. Let me tell Sex Piston and Killyama I’m leaving. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

“You go ahead. Text me your address, and I’ll be there in ten. Wear something hot for me.” Calder bent down, rubbing his lips over hers before groaning as he lifted his head. He then handed her his phone, and as soon as she keyed in her number, she gave it back to him then texted her address to him.

“Don’t get lost,” she teased, patting his ass before leaving him as he turned toward the bar where Dozer was sitting.

“I’m going to fuck his brains out,” she bragged to the friends she’d had since high school.

Sex Piston, Killyama, Fat Louise, and T.A. stared at each other from where they were sitting. Crazy Bitch could tell none of them were excited she was about to get laid by the biker.

“I’m outta here. I’m meeting him at my place.”

“Hold up, Bitch. Skulls said you shouldn’t be messing with him.”

Sex Piston’s warning wouldn’t put out the fire Calder had ignited when they had danced. If she was honest, the fire had started as soon as he walked through the door.

Back then, Calder and Stud didn’t come around the Destructors that often. She figured if she didn’t fuck him that night, it might be six months before he came back. The itch she had wouldn’t wait six months.

“Did he say why?”

“You know Skulls; he doesn’t discuss shit like that. When he said to stay away from Calder, that was a good enough reason for me.”

Usually, Crazy Bitch would agree, just not that night.

“It’ll be cool. Hell, it’s not like it’s going to be anything serious. We’re just going to party a while, then I’m going to fuck his brains out.”

“Maybe you should wait.” Fat Louise’s opinion was chorused around the table.

“Maybe, but I’m not. I’ll talk to you bitches tomorrow, if I’m able.” She’d snickered.

Crazy Bitch went taut at the memory. She didn’t even have the excuse to say she had been naïve. Sex Piston and Killyama had cautioned her about Calder’s drug habit.

She usually didn’t do dudes who used, but she wasn’t Mother fucking Teresa. As long as he kept it under control when he was around her, she had seen no need to stick her nose in his business.

It wouldn’t be the first time her pussy had outweighed her conscience. She had been so into Calder that the only thing she’d had on her mind was getting back to her apartment.

He’d wanted her to wear something sexy? Fuck that, she wouldn’t be wearing anything but her nipple rings when he got there.

When she arrived home, she took a quick shower, making sure not to get her hair wet. Drying off, she re-teased her hair and put a splash of red color on her lips. When she finished, she confidently went to the living room, trying to think of the seductive pose she wanted to give him. Her eyes went to the wall clock in the kitchen, seeing that fifteen minutes had passed since she had gotten home.

Calder should have been there five minutes ago.

Frowning, she went to her window to see if she could see him in the parking lot. Then she decided to wait a few minutes before texting him.

Flipping the television set on, she flicked through the channels to make the minutes pass faster. Twenty minutes, she was still waiting.

“What the fuck?”

Aggravated that it was taking him so long, she texted him. Maybe he had gotten lost. When he didn’t answer, she told herself that he was riding his bike and wouldn’t see her message until he stopped. That excuse lasted thirty minutes.

Pissed, she picked up her cell phone, calling Sex Piston.

“Yo!” Sex Piston yelled over the blaring music Crazy Bitch could hear in the background.

“Calder never showed. Is he still there?” If he wasn’t, she would get dressed and go looking for him, thinking his bike could have broken down.

“Give me a sec. I’m going outside.”

Crazy Bitch nearly hung up the phone. Obviously he was, or Sex Piston would have just answered her question and not gone outside so no one else could hear.

“He’s still here,” Sex Piston answered grimly when she came back on the line. “He went outside with Dozer, and both of them came back ten minutes later. He’s fucked up, dancing with one of the bitches who came along for the ride with the Destructors.”

“Which one?”

“Candi. You want me and Killyama to kick his ass?”

“No. If he’s fucked up, he’s no good for me, anyway.” Either in or out of the sack, Crazy Bitch thought to herself. “Thanks for the info. I’ll call someone else for company.” She hung up, going back into her bedroom to slip on a large T-shirt and panties.

Turning out the light, she didn’t call any of the bikers who would have beat a path to her door, nor did she answer the door when she heard a knock on it three hours later, knowing it was Calder.

Her pride kept her ass in bed until he left. Next time she saw him at the club, she wouldn’t give him the time of day, much less give him another chance of getting in her bed. She didn’t give second chances. Second chances were for losers, and she’d had enough of those in her life.

Whoever said party girls didn’t get hurt, didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about. They could get their hearts broken just as badly as the good girls. The difference was that party girls hid it better.

Crazy Bitch wished there was alcohol in the punch to take the sting away from her stroll down memory lane.

“How’d you meet Sam?”

Killyama’s question had Crazy Bitch cringing. “Fat Louise.”

“You’re dating someone Fat Louise introduced you to?”

“I was meeting her for lunch and Sam was leaving at the same time, so she introduced us.”

“What does he do for a living?”

“He bills patients for one of the doctors at the hospital.”

Killyama’s mouth dropped open. “Who are you and what have you done with my bitch?”

“Nothing is wrong with that. At least he makes a living. That’s more than I can say about the last five men I hooked up with,” Crazy Bitch defended her choice of date.

“I don’t care if he shovels shit. I just can’t understand why you would refuse to let me set you up with Jonas. You prefer that pussy over Jonas? It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

“I want a man I can get serious with, not two.”

“That’s just a rumor.”

“Okay… if you say so.” Crazy Bitch rolled her eyes as Sam returned, handing Killyama her glass of punch.

“I miss anything?” he asked, his eyes going from Killy’s angry face to her unconcerned one.

“No. Let’s get something to eat.” She took his arm, nudging him toward the table that held a smorgasbord of food.

“Your friend didn’t seem to like me.” Sam looked at her worriedly.

“Don’t worry about it. Killyama hates everyone.”

She wasn’t worried about her friend’s impression of her new boyfriend. He had a job, a nice car, wasn’t bad to look at, and most importantly, he could pay when he asked her out. So far, he only had one failing. He wasn’t Calder.