“Why are Stud and Calder looking so happy?” Killyama asked, pouring another glass of tequila for the crew as they sat at their usual table at the clubhouse.

“Who knows? Who cares?” Crazy Bitch shot Killyama a dirty look for not topping her glass off like she had the others. “Why you being stingy to me?”

“A couple of reasons. First, you don’t handle tequila the way we do, and you’re in enough trouble with the law.”

“What’s the second reason?” Taking the shot and sucking on a lemon, she waited for her answer.

“You’re the reason Train isn’t sitting here. Did you have to ask him how sore his dick was loud enough for everyone in the club to hear?”

“Inquiring minds want to know.” She laughed, pouring herself another shot, despite Killyama trying to take it away.

“No one wants to know.” Killyama snatched the bottle back, holding it in a firm grip.

“I do.” Fat Louise held her shot glass out for a refill with pathetic eyes.

Seeing Killyama refill the glass, Crazy Bitch made a mental note to remember that particular expression. It could be useful.

“The only thing you bitches need to know is to throw that potato masher away.”

The bitches at the table cracked up, pounding their glass on the table for Killyama to refill their glasses.

“Who’s the hottie with Skulls and Sizzle?” Crazy Bitch reached for another lemon, biting down on the tart flesh.

Sex Piston rolled her eyes. “You know Devon Carpenter. His mother is sitting at the table with them.”

Crazy Bitch squinted her eyes. “Well, he looks hot from here.”

“You don’t need any more tequila if you think a seventy-year-old man looks hot when you’re fucking Calder.” Sex Piston moved her glass away.

“I’m not fucking him right this minute,” Crazy Bitch griped, trying to get her glass back. Next time, she would make a pit stop at the liquor store and buy her own tequila before hanging out at the club with her friends.

She was about to fight for her glass back when Calder leaned over her shoulder, prying her hands away from Sex Piston’s. “Dance with me.”

She willingly released the glass. Standing up, she pointed two fingers at her eyes, then at Sex Piston, before moving away with her boy toy.

Crazy Bitch mentally cracked up at her pun.

The music was loud and obnoxious, just the way she liked it. She fucking loved to dance when she was drunk and horny.

Calder slid his hand to her hip, letting her dance suggestively while keeping her within arm’s reach. The fucker was good enough to match her movements, intensifying her hormones.

When the music switched to “Way Down We Go,” she smirked, turning around and sliding down his hard body seductively. Bouncing on her feet when she was crouching to raise slowly back up, she then repeated the movement. She went down again and shook her breasts so they jiggled under her slinky midriff top that ended just below her matching red bra.

Each song melded into another. Crazy Bitch pushed her ass harder back into Calder as they danced to one blaring song.

Smiling, she couldn’t help feeling like life was good for once. She had a hot-ass man at her back, and she was surrounded by her bitches, who, by the looks of it, were also planning on fucking their men tonight. All of them were on the dance floor, getting their groove on, when she saw T.A.’s face start to drop when Ginger came up behind her and Bear dancing, trying to garner his attention.

It was obvious Bear had already downed a few too many drinks when he began trying to dance with both women. When his hand landed on Ginger’s ass and he began giving more attention to Ginger, a hurt T.A. backed up.

“That bitch!” Crazy Bitch muttered to herself. That was when she saw red, and she could feel everyone in this room was about to be reminded exactly how she had gotten this nickname of hers.

It was like the music had stopped as she moved away from Calder and snatched a bottle of beer out of a brother’s hand. She had grabbed it by the neck, flipping it over and making the contents spill onto the floor and shoes of the people dancing nearby. She held it, ready to use it as a lethal weapon.

“Shit.” Calder realized too late what she was about to do. Before he could do anything to stop her, Killyama had shoved him back, and the rest of the bitches started backing her up.

Gripping the bottle, she swung it at the head of her target, hoping she just might get lucky and nail the two-timing fucker with one blow.

“Ow! What the fuck?” Bear grabbed the back of his bleeding head, turning to see his attacker. It was clear he was puffed up and ready to fight until he saw her backed up by Sex Piston, Fat Louise, and Killyama. The fight in his eyes was slowly replaced by fright.

The clubhouse went silent, until Ginger was the first one dumb enough to speak when she went to check on Bear’s wound. “Why the hell would you do that to him? You poor bab—”

Crazy Bitch grasped the neck of the bottle tighter. The broken bottle was now thankfully fully capable of killing someone.

Reaching out, she grabbed a handful of Ginger’s hair, yanking it to expose her throat and placing the jagged edge of the bottle there.

“You ginger-ass, hoeing bitch, give me one good reason not to kill your ass, other than the brothers for your mediocre dick-sucking skills, or so help me God, I’ll shove this bottle right into your throat.”

Calder had somehow made it up close to her. “Remember the flashing thing on your ankle? I’d say that’s one hell of a good fucking reason.”

“He’s right; let me shove it down that bitch’s throat.” Sex Piston stepped forward.

“No, you got kids.” Killyama glared at a terrified Ginger. “Let me.”

“I would offer, but I think one of you has this.” Fat Louise didn’t step forward.

Bear put his hands up. “Okay, let’s all calm down. I didn’t do nothin—”

“Shut up, you little fucker!” Crazy Bitch snapped at him, not knowing if the “little” or the “fucker” part was what hurt his feelings when he cowered back.

Putting the bottle closer to Ginger’s stretched-out neck as she pulled her hair even harder, she looked at a now happy T.A. “You want her? I’ll give her to you.”

“All right. Enough.” Calder motioned for the bitches’ men to start grabbing up their women while he grabbed the bottle out of Crazy Bitch’s hand and started to place it in T.A.’s hand, but then gave it to Dozer instead.

Crazy Bitch then saw Calder grab a wooden bowl of nuts from a nearby table. Spilling them out, he handed the bowl to T.A. “Go fucking crazy.”

The men were still struggling to grab their women, while Calder unsuccessfully tried to un-pry Crazy Bitch’s fingernails from Ginger’s hair. She snapped at him with her flashing pearly whites. It was only when he smacked her on the ass did she finally release the skank’s hair.

The asshole swung her over his shoulder. Thankfully, the tequila she had earlier was finally starting to get to her, slowing her crazy-ass down. Otherwise, she would have taken the fucker out for spanking her.

“I wasn’t done with her!” She smacked at the big man for taking her away from the fun.

Sex Piston had cold-cocked Bear for trying to pull T.A. off Ginger.

“Why can’t they be normal bitches when they get drunk? Most bitches strip, and put on shows or fuck you to death. Ours turn into bloodthirsty psycho’s that would make Dexter run for his life,” Looney complained, dodging a fist Crazy Bitch aimed at him as he stood innocently watching the commotion. “Who in the hell taught you to fight? I’m going to fuck him up.”

“I’m self-taught,” she bragged, raining her fists down on Calder’s back. “You deaf? I told you I wasn’t done with that two-bit excuse for a woman!”

Calder ignored her struggles. “You wouldn’t have been done with her till she left in a body bag and your ass was back in jail.”

“Like I said, I wasn’t done! Where are you taking me?” Staring down at the floor was fucking with her equilibrium. Either that or the tequila was fucking with her.

“Well, I was gonna take you to a room so I could fuck your crazy brains out.” He stopped walking down the hallway to open a door. At a “Get out!” he slammed the door, going farther down the hall.

“Oh… you were?” Her body started getting warm, not knowing if it was from the alcohol or his words, but her tongue finally started to sweeten up.

“Yes, and I still am, if you’re wondering.” Calder kicked in another door then kicked it closed, tossing her down on the bed as he started to strip.

Her mouth watered when she saw how hard he was. “What did it for you? The dancing, or me almost killing Ginger?”

“When you nearly made Bear piss himself.”

Calder grabbed a condom then kicked his jeans out of his way.

She shimmied out of her tight black skirt then spread her legs. “Is hot thang ready?”

“Fuck yes. You’re not wearing panties.”

She wiggled on the bed. “They get in the way.”

“Yes, they do.” Giving a loud groan, he pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“I thought you deserved a little something-something for taking care of those little fuckers from Eastern.”

“Stud and I would have taken care of Sam, too, if we had found him.”

“Forget about Sam. You have bigger fish to fry.”

“Like what?”

“Like putting that big dick where it can do the most good.”

She screamed out in pleasure when he drove into her over and over again. It was hard to get her words out through the hard fucking, but she finally managed.

“I thought I might have turned you off back there with my craziness.”

Leaning down, he took her mouth for a hard kiss while he continued what she hoped would be an endless night of fucking. “You might be a crazy bitch, but you’re my crazy bitch.”