Page 83 of Break Out

The way Debra’s lip curled, the gloves were coming off. “And you cheated on my son with his father!”

Simone tilted her head. “Actually, Jordan dumped me in front of our friends and didn’t have the spine to do it in private. I had no idea who Steel was when I met him.”

She flicked a finger toward my cut. “His name’s right there, or can’t you read?”

Simone’s voice returned to the calm tone she’d used earlier. “Both the restaurant and the hotel prohibit wearing colors inside. So, while my reading capability is excellent, he wasn’t wearing anything to indicate he was with an MC.”

“Don’t get condescending with me, Missy.”

I interrupted before Simone could argue any further. “What the hell do you want, Deb? To bust my balls? You did that, now leave.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re done in Jordan’s life. Any relationship you wanted with him is gone.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “You made sure that would happen his entire life, bitch. But he’s an adult now. It’s up to him whether he has a relationship with me, though, if he wants his last semester of college paid for, he’ll have to treat me with respect.”

She aimed a fake smile at me. “You already gave him the check.”

That was true, but when I’d checked my bank balance yesterday, the check hadn’t cleared.

I kept a stony expression as I bluffed, “He hasn’t cashed it and I’ll put a stop-payment on it today, if you press this any further.”

Her eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t.”

I leaned toward her. “You’re fucking with me, and you know good and damned well how I treat bitches who fuck with me. Now, get gone.”

She stared at me for a long moment, then locked eyes on Simone. “And to think I liked you for Jordan.”

With that, she turned on her flip-flop and stalked to her car.

“I don’t think she’s finished,” Simone muttered.

I moved in front of her. “She is for now. I got other shit to deal with in there. My plan wasn’t for you to see the clubhouse like this.”

With a small smile, she said, “It’s all right, Steel. I know things get crazy at clubhouses.”

I put my hands on her shoulders. “My club isn’t anything like the Riot.”

She nodded with wide eyes. “Yeah, that’s clear from the number of nosy club bunnies who followed her out here.”

My eyes closed and I took a calming breath. I opened them and lowered my face toward hers. “Torque has an old lady. Hell, Shelly might even be in there.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

My brows arched. “And he might have one or even two of those nosy club bunnies – who aren’t his old lady – in his lap. You get me?”

Her jaw shifted. “I get you, but I’m carrying your baby, not Torque’s. Do you behave that way, too?”

I shook my head. “No. The reason he’s got multiple bitches hanging on him is for two reasons. The first is because he gets off on the extra attention. The second is because they know he’s VP. Shit happens to me, he’s in charge. Those women don’t give a fuck about him. They give a fuck about being the President’s old lady and the edge it gives them with the other women.”

She chuckled. “Like that means anything.”

Skepticism twisted my lips. “Your mom doesn’t get special treatment?”

“Not really. All the old ladies matter, but club girls also know their place.”

I dipped my chin. “And there’s the difference in our clubs. Somebody made it clear to Riot club girls how shit works. Around here, I don’t get involved in club girl shit. Hell, I used to enjoy a decent cat-fight. But hear me, Jade, I don’t want you getting in a fucking cat-fight. You understand me?”

She nodded. “I do, but I’m not going to shy away from standing up for myself.”

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