Page 114 of Tempting Fate

Coming hot on the heels of her niggling two nights ago, my patience is in short order.

“So I hear Venom finally kicked your snobby ass to the curb? Apparently, he’s on the hunt for a real woman now—says he’s sick of playing house with a little girl.” Honey’s fake baby voice grates on my nerves. “Maybe I’ll show him what a real woman can do…”

When our gazes lock, I roll my eyes so hard that black spots invade my sight momentarily.

I can’t deal with this woman today.

“Keep dreaming,” I reply with a shrug. The nonchalance in my voice is fake. Designed to hide my confusion, since I’m not sure if this is part of the plan or if she’s just trying to stir me up like usual. “I’m not sure why you’d care about the status of my relationship. My man values his dick too much to stick it in your diseased snatch—Zeke wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last woman on earth and the two of you had to repopulate the planet.”

I usually prefer to fight my battles without a side order of slut shaming, however, in this case, fighting fire with fire is the only way.

Honey understands one language.

Pick me.

“I don’t have any diseases!”

Honey’s eyes glisten with malice, and she looks a little put out that her snide comments didn’t upset me. Her overly made-up face makes her look like she fell into a box of crayons, and they attacked. With her bouffant, bleach-blonde hair, painted face, and fake boobs that are always hanging out of clothes two sizes too small, she gives the actual cut sluts a bad name.

I can’t stand her.

The Shamrocks are a typical MC when it comes to having a plethora of cut sluts hanging around. I’ve grown up around it, but with the worst of the debauchery being kept to the nights when old ladies aren’t welcome at the compound, it’s hasn’t bothered me. In truth, I’ve never understood how a woman could have so little respect for herself that she offers her body like a commodity to anyone who asks, but I try my best to avoid judging them.

With my history, I’d be a hypocrite to criticise their choices.

Life isn’t always black and white, and most of the things we judge others for doing don’t matter in the long run. God knows I’ve been on the receiving end of enough shade simply by being the daughter of a biker.

It does irk me that a few the cut sluts are here to see if they can become an old lady—whether that man is already taken or not.

Of course, Honey’s a special case.

She’s Joker’s old lady, so I can’t avoid her as much as I’d like to.

The instant liking she took to Zeke doesn’t help.

Honey regularly comes on to him.

He’s handled it so far, dismissing her efforts, so I haven’t needed to kick her arse… yet.

“Sure, you don’t,” I drawl, my voice thick with sarcasm. “Disease-free since ’03, huh? I’m sure that burning, itching sensation is perfectly normal.”

The kitchen fills with laughter when the other women assisting with the preparation of lunch for the masses laugh at my comeback.

“Don’t know what you bitches are laughing for. I’ve had most of your men.” Honey stares at Nadia until my best friend’s face turns white. “Not my fault you uptight bitches can’t keep them happy.”

Knowing that Bear is a frequent partner of Honey’s since he’s close with Joker, I move to do some damage control. “Why don’t you fuck off into the bar before I hand your skinny arse to you on one of these platters.”

I raise the serving tray in front of me in the air to drive home my threat. Honey blanches at the rage on my face. It’s unusual for me to buy into her drama. She turns on her spiky heels to leave, but not without a parting shot.

“Don’t worry, little Cherub. Now everyone knows how damaged you really are, you’re bound to topple off that pedestal soon enough. When that happens, I’ll be ready to show Venom what a good fuck feels like. We both know a big, strong man like him has needs a broken, little girl like you can’t meet.”

Stupid cow is just asking for me to work out some of my stress on her face.

I move to go after her, but Charlie places a gentle hand on my arm to halt me. “Don’t give her the satisfaction. You’re not broken, she is. Plus, we all know Ezekiel would never go there.”

Logically, I know she’s right.

Tell that to the band of worry that’s squeezing my chest.

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