"Oh yeah, we got it," Ever replied. His lips were curled into a smug expression as he also watched Hycinth's responses. His confidence was high. Clearly looking forward to the game.Hycinth noticed his stare as well, but rather than reflect irritation as she had earlier, her lips curled back, flashing him a brilliant smile with fang.And fucking winked at him!Fuck, she was bold. Her confidence not only met but exceeded his. I was dying to know if she could back it up. Either way, her ballsy response threw him off. His expression froze. He blinked. But then he recovered, licking his lips, looking even more eager.Brian continued explaining the rules, "If a ball hits the ground, it is retired, and a fresh ball is put into play." He pointed toward a small bucket of gleaming white ping-pong balls on a countertop behind him."For the shot to count, keep your elbows behind the edge of the table."Hycinth listened attentively."No fingering or blowing."At this, she squeezed Gwen's hand and
Ever reluctantly picked up the last one, his mouth turned down into a pout."Wait a minute," I looked at Brian. "I'm going to need a shot of whiskey to chase this down.""Me too," Ever piped up and added miserably, "and a glass of milk...a big fucking glass of milk."Brian disappeared, only to reappear with another tray containing three more shots and three glasses of milk. Once we gathered the additional shots and milk, Brian said cheerfully, "Cheers, gentlemen."I tossed the hot sauce down my throat, purposefully keeping it out of my mouth, and gulped it down in one swallow. It still burned like a mother in my esophagus. I grabbed the shot of whiskey and drank it slower, letting it wash away the remnants of the hot sauce.Ever coughed and sputtered. I looked over to find tears rolling down his cheeks while he cursed and sucked down milk at the same time. When he could finally catch his breath, he eyed Gwen and threatened, "I am sooo spanking you when we go home, woman."I laughed, "
"This Mother fucker"I paced back and forth as my hands flew around, trying to keep the volcano at bay inside of me. Aleksander Smith could get under my skin in the seconds flat just by looking at me. The same way he was looking at me now, sitting on the end of the bed with no care in the world with his cocky eyebrow raised , and his stupid grin."What is the matter with you?!" My voice rose several octaves as I stared down at him. I was mad that I shook to my core"There isn't anything wrong with me, but I can't say the same thing for you", Aleksander laughed in response.His words hit me like a frieght train before I lost all control and lunged at him. I tackled him to the bed before l began to hit him. Over and over and over. He did this to me. He brought the monster out. I normally lost my temper too far and without thinking things through, I threw the first punch. But as I hit this prick, all he could do was laugh and it only threw gasoline on the raging inferno inside."Babe, ba
Flying into the clubhouse parking lot, I was glad to see that Alexsander's bike wasn't here as I jumped out of the car. I stormed into the clubhouse and noticed how everyone froze to stare at me. Then I saw the one person I didn't want to see: Jane Wilson. She was behind the bar, but when she saw me, she lost the color in her face and stepped back a few feet. If I wasn't on a mission , her head would be bashed into that bar in five seconds flat."Anyone seen Danny?" I took a deep breath and tore my gaze from Jane before I changed my mind and leaned over the bar.Aaron, the club's prospect, stood up from his barstool and handed me a beer."I think he's in the back."I gladly took the beer from Aaron, nodded, and then headed towards the back of the clubhouse. Once I was out of sight, I heard the voices from the bar start to back up. I knew they were all talking about me, but at this moment, I didn't give two shits. Let them talk.For as long as I could remember, the clubhouse had been
Wicked Saints. For as long as I could remember, people feared that name or any one who wore a leather cut with that name on it. Nobody messed with them and nobody questioned them. Even though I thought about leaving the club life behind more often than not, I couldn't help but feel proud to be a wicked. I was untouchable, and as I looked around the meeting room at my club family, I couldn't help but smell something."Melissa, what are finances looking alike? We have a run on Saturday for.... What the hell is it for?"Too many people, Axel Dunkens was a mean and cranky son-of-a-bitch, but he had a heart of gold when it came to his family and his club. He was a little rough around the edges with his salt-and-pepper hair and fadding tattoos, but to me, he was my dad. I hardly agreed with him and we often fought on everything, but he was my president."Children with MS," Aaron answered as he shifted in his seat. He was a strong asset to the club, but if he didn't stop being intimidated by
ALEXANDER'S POV.The name Alexander Smith wasn't spoken lightly in these areas, and when they were spoken, most people shook or turned and ran the other way. I was built like a shit brick house and not a person you wanted to fuck with. These facts turned me into the selfish cocky, beast that Iwas today. Did I regret it? Nah I remembered the day I joined the club. I had just left my dad's funeral, at the tender age of thirteen, after my dad had been gunned down by our rival club: the skeletors. From that day on, I held a lot of anger and blame towards them, which in turn made me very vindictive. But if it weren't for Axel Dunkens taking me on as a prospect and treating me like a family, I knew I'd either be in prison or six feet under. The last two places on the earth I wanted to be.The only thing that made think straight and keep my shit together was Melissa Dunkens. The only I ever cared about and now I had just royally fucked that up.Stupid, stupid, stupid! I pounded my head with
MELISSA'S POV"Melissa! Wait!", I heard Alexander's voice but there was no way in hell I was going to wait for him. I picked up the pace ready to leave but just as I made it out to the parking lot, I was immediately turned by the arm and faced Alexander."It's not what it looked like." His eyes looked panicked, and at first it flattered me that he would care that much, but I remembered my words then."What part of 'we're done' don't you understand, Alexander? I don't care what you do with that skank anymore. I hope you had a nice time." I looked up at his hair and it had been ruffled, surely from a quickie in sheets.What a pig!I shook my head and turned toward my car, but he stopped me again.He raised his bandaged hand up, and I instantly felt worry for what happened to him. What the hell did he do?"I hurt myself, she was just cleaning up the cuts." He watched me, waiting for some type of reaction, but I wasn't going to give him one. I was too stubborn. "It wasn't what you th
MELISSA'S POV. "Melissa, what the hell was that all about? Why was my Sergeant At Arms and the Secretary beating each other to a bloody pulp?" Axel sat behind his desk as he glared over at me."They were fighting over me, dad", I shrugged my shoulders. "Over this shit that happened this morning?" He sighed out his breath, looking frustrated as hell.I shrugged again and moved my gaze to my hands in my lap. "Insorts. I slept with Gearhead a few nights ago, and I told Alexander about it today. I wanted revenge." I stole a peek up at my dad and saw his brows furrowed in surprise. "Revenge? Revenge for what ?", He questioned. "You haven't heard? Alexander fucked Missy. I was simply getting back at him for that."Axel sighed and shook his head. ",Look, Melissa, you had every right to get revenge on your man, but you cheated on him with his brother". "Dad, I don't want to hear your club point of view on this right now. I need to know what you think on this as being my dad. He