Trix
I LET out a defeated huff and toss the controller on the coffee table, then reach over and run my hand over Grim’s fur. “I’m so damn bored. We’ve played every game they have, and my ass doesn’t even like fucking video games.”
When I woke up this morning, Boz was already out of bed. Other than bringing me the phone to talk to my dad for a few minutes, he’s spent the rest of his day locked in his office with his officers. I know better than to bother him, so I’ve been stuck playing stupid ass video games all day with my best friend.
“We could watch a movie,” Addy suggests with a shrug, sounding just as bored as me.
I shake my head, looking toward the bar. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“What?” she asks, looking over at our guard, Stone. “Our options are kinda limited. The old man’s not gonna let us out of the club house.”
She’s right. Since Boz and Brew are busy, we can’t even take Grim out to the yard and toss a ball. There is one thing we can do, though—something every biker bitch loves to do, and every biker does nearly daily. My smile grows as I say, “Let’s get drunk.”
“Oh, yeah. That sounds fun,” she agrees automatically, bouncing in her seat. “I want a screwdriver.”
Her sudden movement wakes Grim from his sleep. He lets out a quick bark before pushing himself up on his front paws. He looks over at Addy and woofs, then jumps to the floor and lies down with his head resting on my feet.
After the big bruiser gets settled down, I place two fingers in my mouth and whistle. As soon as the prospect at the bar turns to me, I shout. “Bring us a bottle of Smirnoff and some orange juice.”
He grins before bringing two fingers to his head and saluting me. “Yes, ma’am.”
Stone walks the few feet to us and leans down to pet Grim on the head. “What are you two planning?”
Addy tilts her head to the side as an innocent smile spreads across her face. “We’re planning a party. You wanna come?”
“You sure the Pres will like that?” he asks, looking directly at me. “You’re not gonna get me in trouble, are you, girl?”
I shake my head and smile. “Not a chance. When your Pres gets out here, I’ll make him too happy to be pissed.”
“All right, lets party.” He lets out a chuckle before taking a seat on the other side of Addy. “I’m not drinking Vodka, though. I want some Jack.”
A second later, the prospect is setting a bottle and a jug of juice on the table, along with a stack of red solo cups. “Drink up, ladies.”
Addy starts making the drinks as Stone tells the prospect what he wants. He has a bottle in his hand by the time me and my girl are taking our first swallow. The first glass is gone in less than a minute, and I’m making our next round when one of the club whores walks up to us and grabs a cup.
Grim lets out a growl from his spot at my feet, but I lay a hand on his head to keep him calm. “It’s okay, boy.”
As she pours herself a drink, she looks over to me. “So, you’re Boz’s new piece.”
Shit, I knew this was coming sooner or later. These bitches don’t care that me and Addy are here against our will. They still see us as competition. Every club whore dreams of wearing a brand someday. Whenever a new woman comes into the fold, that makes the chance of that happening less, so the new girl suffers for a bit. Well, these bitches better watch their mouths, because I’m not a whore and I won’t take their shit.
I plaster on a smile and nod my head. “Yeah, I’m his new piece. He’s been fucking me for a couple of days now, and I don’t see that coming to an end until I leave.” I tell her this knowing it’s a lie; we’ve only had sex once, but I sure as hell hope it happens a lot more.
Her eyes narrow on me as she says, “Well, I was sucking his dick the day before you got here.”
Her words send a wave of pain crashing through my body, but there’s no way I’ll let her know that. “Did you swallow?”
“Huh?” she mumbles with a blink of her eyes.
I shrug my shoulders before taking another quick drink. “He told me he makes all the club whores swallow after a blow job.”
She shakes her head, looking at me with confusion in her eyes. “All the guys like for you to swallow, so of course the Pres does too.”
“Most do, but not Boz. He’s one of those men who likes to mark his territory. I guess it’s the biker in him,” I say, making the shit up as I go.
Her hands go to her hips as she taps one of her hooker heels on the concrete floor. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Growing up with this type of women around, I got a lot of experience in how to deal with this shit. The first thing I learned was you never back down. If they smell blood, they keep chewing at you until they hit bone. The second was to use my brain to fight back, not my fists. Most of these bitches have fried whatever brain cells they had a long damn time ago, so they’ll give us a battle of wits in a matter of minutes.
“Boz prefers pulling out of my mouth and coming on my tits, but he says he can’t do that with the club whores,” I say, doing my best to keep a straight face.
“What?” she asks, looking confused. “Why not?”
By this time, everyone in the room is listening to our conversation, so I know whatever comes out of my mouth has to be good. “He says that you bitches live off alcohol and coke. As President and all, it’s his job to take care of everyone in the club, even the whores, so he has to do his part to make sure you’re getting at least a little protein.”
Stone tosses back his head and lets out a loud laugh. Soon, the entire room is laughing with him, including me. Getting control of myself, I take in a deep breath. “Are you done trying to bait me, because you gotta know, it ain’t gonna happen. I grew up around bitches a hell of a lot meaner than you, so you don’t intimidate me.”
Just as I finish my sentence, an older club whore walks up. She grabs the blonde bitch by her arms and says, “Get your ass out of here for the night.”
“Whatever,” she says with an angry flip of her hair, then turns away and stomps to the other side of the common room, says something to the other girls, then walks out the door.
The other woman looks at me and smiles. “Hi, I’m Lisa. If she gives you any more trouble, let me know.”
It only takes me a second to realize this woman runs the girls. She could either be a great ally or my worst enemy. Judging by the smile on her face, I am thinking it will be the former. “Hey, I’m Trix.”
She continues to smile as she turns around and walks back to the other girls. I wait until she looks back at me, and I lift my chin to her then look over at Addy. “Now, it’s time to party.”