Motorcycle clubs have always been a boys club. It makes sense: the violence, the hierarchy, the fact that they haven't exactly met the women's movement. Now, there's a new club in Northern Cali, looking to make a name for itself. It's already allied...
"Sorry ladies, but we're not doing biker babe kink this week. Try again later, ok?"
Tiki turned her head to see a bleach blonde in five-inch platforms and a white vinyl mini-dress standing with one hand on her hip and a glare on her otherwise pretty face. Tiki cocked a brow and looked at Tony and Alvie as she slowly and painfully lifted herself from the comfort of the couch. "Who the hell are you? Do we look like porn bitches?"
Before the blonde could answer, another, prettier blonde came to stand beside the first, tugging on her arm. "These aren't actresses, Ima. They're with the Sons." The pretty, fresh-faced girl smiled at the trio of women now standing in front of them with their arms crossed and matching frowns on their faces. "Sorry about that. Ima gets a little territorial. I'm Lyla Winston. Opie's old lady?"
Tiki nodded in understanding but kept the frown in place as Tony and Alvie smiled at the two women, trying to put them at ease. Even with her short stature, Tiki knew that she could look intimidating, but she didn't really care. Lyla seemed ok, but she didn't like Ima's attitude and thought maybe she was going to have to adjust it for her.
Ima shrugged, looking unconcerned with whether she insulted the other women or not. "If they aren't actresses, and they're here with the boys, are they new croweaters?"
Tiki's frown deepened and she took a slow step forward, trying to ignore the pain shooting through her right side. "So not only do we look like porn bitches, we look like whores as well?" She glanced at Lyla and shrugged again. "No offense meant with the 'porn bitch' thing."
Lyla smirked at the backhanded apology and shook her head as she tugged harder on Ima's arm. "No offense taken, really. Ima, let's go."
Ima pulled her arm loose and glared at her friend before turning a smirk in Tiki's direction. "Well, I don't know if you're whores or not, but let's get something straight right now. I've been working hard on Happy Lowman, so none of you bitches better be after him. You can have the others, I don't give a shit, but leave Happy alone." She narrowed her eyes as she took a step closer to Tiki. "Especially you. I saw the way he was pushing up on you. Stay the fuck away, bitch."
Tiki turned her head to give Tony and Alvie a shocked look. For their part, they were already shaking their heads and muttering to themselves. "Is this trailer park porn whore coming at me? Is that what I'm actually hearing right now?" Before anyone could react, Tiki had her gun pulled from her waistband and pointed at Ima's head, the barrel resting lightly against her forehead. Ima whimpered as Lyla shook her head and cursed under her breath. Tiki shrugged nonchalantly as she glared at the now terrified woman. "You're right. We do need to get some shit straight."
Before she could finish that statement, she heard a male voice cursing and running feet as the guys came back into the room. Tig was laughing as Jax muttered under his breath before turning to a very pissed-off-looking Happy. "Hap, ya wanna get your old lady before she puts a hole through Ima?"
Tiki cut her eyes to Jax before looking at Happy who by that time had stopped at her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Opie grab Lyla and move her back as Juice and Chibs did the same with Tony and Alvie. "For one thing, I'm not his fucking old lady. For another, you just try to 'get me' sunshine. See how that works out for you." She glanced back at Jax with a raised brow. "Now, you wanna educate this cum dumpster before her porn career is cut tragically short?"
She watched as Jax smirked before filling Lyla and Ima in on exactly who the girls were and why they were there. She saw Ima relax a little when she lowered her gun, but the recent near-death experience didn't stop the girl's mouth from running.
"Well, just as long as the pecking order is understood. I'm a star and I won't be treated this way!"
Tiki watched as the blonde wrapped herself around Happy, making the big man look extremely uncomfortable. Her eyes narrowed as it dawned on her what exactly Ima had said about Happy. Before anyone could move, she had raised the gun again, this time pointing it at a pissed off enforcer.
"Are you fucking her?"
Tiki felt a little bit of pleasure when the much taller man paled slightly, looking down the barrel of her Glock. "Shit, T, everyone's fucked her."
Tiki cut her eyes to a fuming Ima, shaking her head. "That's just nasty. Next time you're out looking for fuck me heels, maybe pick up a little self-respect while you're at it." She heard Tig snicker loudly as she turned her attention back to Happy. "And that didn't exactly answer my question, big guy."
Happy just shook his head. "Put the gun down before you tear your stitches, babe. We'll talk about all of this shit later."
Tig stepped closer to Tiki, grinning wildly at his brother's predicament. "What he means by later is when you're unarmed, T."
Tiki snorted and shook her head. "Tiggy, I'm never unarmed." She tilted her head as she looked at the man in front of her. Once the shock of being aimed at left him, he was now looking more and more aggravated. "So, back to my question. When was the last time you fucked this bitch?"
Happy rolled his eyes as he pushed a complaining Ima away from him. "Will you get the fuck off of me? Damn." He looked at Tiki and shrugged. "I don't remember the last time."
Tiki nodded as she inclined her head toward Tig, who was standing right beside her and had made no move to disarm her. "Do you believe him? I don't believe him."
Tig chuckled as the other guys did the same, now relaxing a little. Although she still held her gun on him, everyone was starting to believe that she wouldn't actually shoot him, she was just pissed. "Nah, T, I don't believe him either."
Tiki nodded as Happy glared at her. If she went by the look on his face and the tension in his body, she would believe that she had a beating coming very soon. "Yeah, because you know, that's some prime porn pussy right there. I find it difficult to believe that he doesn't remember the last time he hit that."
Tig slowly reached out and took the gun from her hands as Happy looked down his nose at her. Tig grinned and winked at the other man as he wrapped an arm around Tiki's shoulders. "See, he probably does remember, but there's a rule you're breaking, T. You can't get pissed about what happened before you two got together. That's not fair, babe."
Tiki sighed and nodded as Tig turned her toward the door. "Yeah, but bet me, if he taps that ass again, I'll cut his dick off and shove it down his throat so he can choke on it." As they neared the exit, she yelled back to the others. "I'm riding back with Tig."
She heard Happy growl. "You can't ride, T. You'll tear your stitches. Get your ass in the van, Teresa."
She just shook her head as they all walked out into the sunshine. "Fuck you, Lowman!"
She heard Tig chuckle before he turned and grinned at his brother. "Don't worry, Hap. I'll be gentle with her."
