Page 43 of Firecracker

Chapter Twelve

When we emerge from the elevator, an hour later, the halls are still filled with people. I was having a hard time walking, but the pain only put a bigger smile across my face. I was so blissfully happy I didn't even care where we were or what was going on around me. I have two more days of this dream life, and I wasn’t going to let anything hold me back. Not even a broken pussy.

Quick holds me close to him guiding me through the thick crowd. He would stop to shake someone’s hand or say hello, but he never let go of me. I was hooked to his hip being introduced to everyone as Firecracker. It made me feel special. He was obviously well liked because everyone seemed to want to talk to him.

The party was in full swing with girls dancing all around giving men lap dances or just dancing around. I didn’t see any naked women, but there are some pretty skanky looking ones roaming around. The rooms were filled for sure tonight. We finally made it to the bar where Ginger, Shy, and her family were all hanging out. Most of them were by the bar, but a few of them were playing pool.

Quick had gotten a text from Shy letting him know my dress was outside the door and they would be down at the bar with Maze. I was sad I missed Izzy dance but knew I would see her dance again. We’re a few feet away from the bar when I hear the whistles, along with the catcalls and someone says, “Fuck yeah. Firecracker’s back.”

Quick’s face changed from happy to murderous, looking around to see who yelled my nickname. Before we’re to our group, I stop dead in my tracks, yanking him back. He was still looking around and was caught off guard.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Don’t just stop.”

I laugh, placing my hands inside his cut over his massive chest and say, “Please, don’t get caveman on me. I told you upstairs I only want you. So, you don’t have to worry about me with anyone else. I left an overly protective husband, please don’t remind me of what I left.”

Quick looks pissed at the mention of my husband, but he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief minute before wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m not worried about you. It’s the drunk motherfuckers that think any pussy here is their pussy.”

I tap his chest with my hands. “I can handle myself. I’ll let you know if I can’t handle something. Give me the respect to deal with it first. I’ve been caged for a long time, don’t go caveman on me unless I ask you to.”

Quick’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Goddamn, Firecracker, I love when you get all bossy.” He leans down giving me a quick kiss. “But...”

I lean back breaking our embrace. “There is no but. I can handle myself. Now let’s have some fun with our friends.” Before he can say anything, I turn and head toward our friends with all eyes on us.

Jesus. Everyone’s watching us like were movie stars. Izzy moves toward me first. “Welcome back, skank,” she teases, handing me a drink.

“Fuckoffslut,” I cough back, lifting my drink, taking a sip.

Izzy just laughs, leaning her shoulder into me giving me a nudge. I fall into place with the girls, and they all tease me about Quick before asking me about how I learned those pole moves. The guys are playing pool, the music is blasting from upstairs, and I’m explaining one of the grips when I feel a hand slide across my ass. There are so many people around us I turn around to see who it was. It could have been just someone walking by and brushed up next to me. There is a group of guys standing in a circle, but I don’t notice anyone looking at me, so I turn around. The girls are grabbing our next shot off the bar and as I lean in to grab mine, another hand grabs my ass, and this time it’s a full hand grab. I don’t make a scene but just grab my shot and turn around, again there is a group of men standing there but not one of them are looking at me.

I look over and see Quick leaning over the pool table taking a shot. I let out a breath, thankful he isn’t noticing whoever is doing this and freak out.

What the fuck? Am I really worrying about Quick, I mean, we’re not together.

Shaking my head, I laugh.

Izzy says, “What? What’s so funny?”

I’m about to answer her, but I feel a hand slip down my ass moving to slide under my very short dress. I move fast and reach back wrenching the hand back, placing him in a defensive move I learned when I was young and have had to use quite a lot being on the road with Brody. Sitting at the bar while my husband was on stage, I’ve had my run in with drunks before. I turn to face the man that has been assaulting me.

Izzy moves up next to me. “What the fuck?”

The older man flinches but spits out, “Fuckin’ bitch. Relax.”

I release my hold on his wrist with a smile. “I’m sorry. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else. Excuse me.”

“Goddamn, Firecracker is right. I saw your fine little ass on stage,” he says drunkenly.

“Thank you but can you not touch me? I’m actually here with someone.” I smile.

Of course, it’s a fucking drunk biker. Great.

He’s massaging his wrist and doesn’t say anything, so I turn back to the girls who are all watching me. I keep smiling. Hopefully, we all can just ignore what just happened. I don’t want it to become a big deal. Izzy too has turned back around since I didn’t seem too upset but when Ginger’s face goes from questioning to angry, and moves toward me, I’ve already sensed him. I drop down to a defensive position grabbing his arm that was extended out to, I imagine to pull my hair, and I wrench his arm in a twist putting him down to one knee, crying out, “bitch!”

Now people have turned to see what is happening. I take a breath, remembering the rules the girls embedded into my brain all day. I can’t disrespect anyone with a patch or cut or something. Fucking biker rules. I look over and sure as shit this motherfucker has a thing that says, Secretary and his name’s Sam. Great another fucking Sam in my life. I chuckle to myself. He definitely isn’t Sexy Sam, but he’s Secretary Sam, like Uncle Sam.

Izzy is standing next to me along with Ginger, and I don’t want anyone to get into trouble, so I try again to defuse the situation.

“Yes,” I look at the patch with his name again. “Sam. I’m sorry, but like I said, I’m with someone.”

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