Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
That fucking swamp witch. Diamond grimaces, holding out a clump of my hair.
“It’s not coming out, darlin’. I’ll have to cut it.”
“I got jizz in my girl’s hair once. Nasty stuff.” Percy bites into his chili dog. The chili splatters down his shirt, leaving an orange stain.
“It’s gum, genius.” Diamond tuts. “I’m going to have to get the scissors.” That bitch Georgina spit her gum in my hair, and I didn’t realize it until we were back at the club. I’m not a vain person, but my hair is off-limits. Harley loved to play with it, and it’s the only thing I got from our dad. Well, that and his attitude.
Diamond walks back a minute later, carrying what looks like gardening shears. Without hesitation, she grabs the clump and lops it off, placing the matted strands in my palm. Anger burns white hot through my veins.
“Sorry, hair is sacred. That girl is trouble. I’ve been telling Callan to cut her loose for years,” one of the blonde triplets says, pulling her ponytail through her hands.
Years? A pit opens in my gut. That man has been clouding my thoughts, and I let myself slip—allowed an ego-driven wretch to lure me into playground games.
“Is she here?” I take the scissors from Diamond and shove them into the side of my boot.
“The pres doesn’t allow fighting inside the clubhouse. You’ll have to take it to the ring,” Percy announces, almost falling out of his chair. “Chick-fight. Fucking bitch fight,” he shouts, leaping up.
The ring it is.
CHAPTER 9
GIRL FIGHT
It takes only seconds for Percy to rile up a crowd of eager bikers wanting to watch. Their excitement is palpable. The sour-faced troll strolls into the room with Callan by her side, spiking my rage further.
“What the hell is going on?” Callan asks, sensing the heightened energy in the room.
I step toward her, tossing my hair at her face. It bounces off and lands at her stupid, heeled feet. How is she still wearing them? It’s been hours.
“Your girlfriend wants her ass beat,” I snap. I was raised in a club by men who brutalized people for fun. I learned how to throw a fist before I could talk.
“What the fuck is she talking about?” Callan bends to pick up my hair and holds it out to Georgina. He doesn’t deny she’s his girlfriend, and that stings a little.
“She has a name,” I spit out. They are the enemy.
“She’s deluded.” Georgina glares, punching the word she. Her icy stare only fuels me.
“Ring,” I demand, jabbing a finger toward the fire exit.
“Go away.” She attempts to shoo me like I’m a bug daring to fly in her vicinity. All eyes are on us. The room crackles with an atmosphere you can cut with a knife.
“Get in the damn ring or I’ll kick your ass all over this club,” I snap. She looks to Callan, her mouth popping open. “Don’t look at him. Look at me. You warned me to stay away. Well, I’m not, so let’s settle this in the ring.”
“Like men,” someone jeers.
She purses her lips. “She might look like a man, but—”
I launch myself forward and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her against me and dragging her toward the fire exit. She squeals, her arms flailing as anticipation spreads through the room. Someone holds the door open, and I shove her through it, releasing her.
“You’re dead!” she hollers, kicking off her shoes and giving everyone an eyeful of her ass as she climbs into the ring.
I move to the edge, lifting myself up, and she attempts to boot me in the face before I’m even in the ring. I grab her foot and jerk her. Her balance falters. The sound of a thud as her back hits the mat awards me a round of laughter.
I mount her shoulders, pinning her down by sitting on her chest. I rear my fist back. The crack and spray of blood as it smashes into her nose satisfies my wrath.
“Oh my god, you broke my nose,” she cries, bringing her fingers to the split across the bridge. The temptation to keep beating her is strong, but instead I reach for the scissors in my boot. Georgina catches the glint and begins to scream, covering her face. Snatching up a clump of her hair, I snip it and get to my feet. Wide, arctic eyes peer up at me, blood trickling down her cheeks, mouth open as she anxiously runs her hand through her hair.
“Next time, I won’t go easy on you.” I jump down from the ring, and a few brothers pat my shoulder. Diamond nods her approval. Callan is unreadable with his jaw rigid and his eyes a storm of darkness. I rub my hand down my jeans to remove the blood on my knuckles then throw her hair into the air like confetti. I don’t like childish shit. I’ve never fought over a man in my life. Not even Tyler, who was fucking Jenna right under my nose. I’m a believer in women sticking together, but that bitch fucked with my hair.