Page 63 of Charger

“That’s right, our turf. Both of our clubs run this territory. And let’s get one thing straight, we aren’t your fucking comrades.”

Scorpion doesn’t answer, but takes a puff and exhales, sending the smoke swirling into the air.

“You know, if you boys wanted a taste of Mags’s delicious desserts, all you had to do was ask.” Angel cocks her hip to the right and blows them both an air kiss from the booth.

“Shit, I want more than those treats, maybe some of you.” Venom scrapes his tongue along his lips.

“You wish, pretty boy.” Angel snorts.

“Look, we don’t give a shit why you came here.” Zach takes a step closer to Scorpion, leaving me exposed. That’s when Venom notices me. “Just get the fuck out of here.”

Venom has me in a staring match, his eyebrows burrowed in. He looks between Zach and me. “Jules…?” he says my name with a question. Zach looks at me as if the earth just fell. He darts his eyes between us.

“You two know each other?” Zach’s voice is impatient. Shocked. Angry. Everyone watches silently, including Scorpion, who appears the most amused.

After the shock wears off, Venom smirks. “Oh yeah, we know each other. Isn’t that right, Jules?” Everything is muffled, as if I am inside a tunnel or under water. My ears burn and my breathing kicks into overdrive.

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Zach’s furious.

I should probably start talking, maybe. “Venom and I…”

“We fucked, that’s what we did. For almost a year straight.” Oh my God. I could not be any more mortified than I am right now. “So, how does it feel to share a pussy, Charger?” Zach ignores him, but his fists clench at his sides, his chest expanding. “It was nice and tight, that is until I jammed my cock into her a few times. Thing stretched out like fucking fabric.”

“Fuck,” Tank blurts out.

Zach lunges forward at Venom in one quick step, but Tank, with the help of Throttle, wraps his large arms around him, holding Zach back before he can make it. It’s like holding back a charging bull. The muscles in his arms and neck are violently trying to break free. Then there’s me, unable to speak a damn word since they arrived. But that comment pissed me off. I take in a deep breath and exhale, calming myself before I walk straight to Venom. I don’t know where I found the courage, but I cock back my arm and land probably the most girlie punch, straight to his face. He doesn’t even move, but his head whips to the side and his lip starts bleeding. Well, shit, if I’m not proud. Zach stops trying to break free, and the guys stare in disbelief.

“Don’t you ever talk about me like that again. And actually, Charger had me first, so technically, you shared his pussy.” I turn on my heels in one swift motion and walk straight for the booth with a fucking smile on my face. I hear a deep laugh, which I think comes from Tank, and another from Scorpion. I can’t believe I did that. But I’m sure happy I did.

Charger

Did that just happen? I watch as Jules walks away after just having punched Venom in his face. I have never been prouder of her than I am right now. I let the leftover anger slip slowly out of my body. Because I wanted to pound his face into the ground myself and if it wasn’t for Tank or Throttle, I would have.

“My Vice here can’t seem to keep his dick in his pants.” Scorpion throws the cigarette to the ground and grinds it with his boot.

“Fuck, she’s got a mean right hook. I like them feisty. Turns me on even more.” Venom grins.

This fucking asshole.

My anger builds again. Tank grabs the back of my cut. “Lemme go, Tank, now,” I growl, the blood rushing to my ears.

“Nope, no can do. Not here.”

I look around. We already have a small crowd forming. I turn back to Venom. “You’re lucky we are where we are, because I would have fucking killed you by now.”

“Sounds like a threat to me, huh, boss?”

Scorpion shrugs. “That it does. Well, gentlemen, it’s been fun. Oh, one last thing before we take off. Meet up at Copper Ridge, tomorrow night. We’ll give you the details. Two shiny red Mustangs have our names on them. Could sell um for a whole lot of cash.”

“You can shove those Mustangs up your asses because we aren’t dealing with you.” Tank spits at Scorpion’s feet. “Also, you guys come near our club or girls again, and it’s going to take a lot more than two guys to hold me back. And considering you also pissed off my friend here for touching his girl, I’d say you’d be royally fucked because we might not hold him back next time.”

“Ha, tell your President to be there.” He and Venom walk back to their rides, Venom giving Jules one last look before their both gone.

“Fuckers. You good, man?”

My heart’s still pounding, my fists are still balled together, and I’ve never wanted to spill blood more than I do right now. I look at Tank and Throttle, then to Jules, who is hugging herself at the booth and talking with Angel.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just time to have a chat with my woman.”

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