Page 46 of Firecracker

Maze leans onto the bar again. “That is some stalker shit, Mama.”

I flick my hand in the air again. “I know. He wouldn’t even let his own band hang out with me. Well, he knew one of them was in love with me… but then, the fucker, let him fuck me! I don’t understand that one.”

Maze steps back throwing both hands up. “Wait. What the fuck did you just say?”

All the ladies look over, and we both start laughing. Maze pours us another shot and refills my vodka. I sit there giggling, and when the ladies go back to doing what they are doing, she leans in again. “Fuck me. You have to tell me this shit. You can’t just drop something like that and not tell me.”

I lean into the bar mimicking her. “My husband flew me out to a big event. Gave me ecstasy. Let his best friend double penetrate me and while doing it and had a groupie join in so he could fuck her again while his best friend fucked me!” I say in one long breath before falling back onto my seat.

Maze’s face is in complete shock. She looks all around, and I can see she’s trying to stay calm. “Give me one second.” She turns to walk down the bar and screams, “That motherfucking- piece of shit- rat bastard- cheating whore.” All the men down the bar are yelling at her asking her if she is okay. I sit there and laugh.

Exactly how I felt, or I should say do feel.

While she’s refilling people’s drinks, I look over to check on Quick, and see Izzy and he huddled in a circle behind me. I turn back seeing Maze has refilled everyone’s drinks and is on her way back over to me. I tell her right when she walks up, “Exactly.”

Maze’s face is pure anger, but she calms down some to say, “What did you do?”

I giggle feeling good about myself and what I did. “I snuck out while he was sleeping, flew home and started planning my escape. It’s been a little over six months since that happened. I filed for divorce and moved out. He has been on tour and couldn’t come home until two days ago.”

Maze’s eyes are popping out again, and I laugh. “What?”

Maze laughs. “You’re one tough bitch, girl. You need to leave his ass and move here. We’ll become good friends; I can feel it and…” She pauses to lean in close. “Anyone that pussy whips one of my best friends has my loyalty and respect.”

I throw my head back. “Pussy whipped who?”

“Me!” booms from behind me.

I jump with a scream. Maze laughs. “See, he even admits it but damn he admitted it today when he announced to the whole fucking place you were his woman!”

I swirl around coming face to face with Quick and Izzy, who both look perplexed. I hiccup, “What’s up?”

Maze giggles from behind me and I swirl around again. “What did you do?” I giggle.

Everyone is quiet, and I turn so I can see all of them. Izzy speaks up first. “Quick and I had a disagreement, but it’s all good.”

Seeing how tense everyone is and that I’m sure I’m missing something, I sit up, pushing my shoulders back. “What the fuck is going on?”

Quick moves closer to me and then we hear Ginger’s voice loud over the speaker. “Um, hello bitches, get your asses up here.”

Everyone turns to see Ginger hanging over the ledge with the microphone.

One of the ladies says, “Who gave Snow’s drunk ass the mic?”

Ginger yells, “Get your ass up here Auntie.”

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