Page 61 of Hunter

“Go on.” I gave Adair a little nudge.

He looked up at me, and then back at the girl. “Jam … please.”

Baby gave a small smile. “Sure, sweetie.”

She got up and walked around the kitchen, pulling things out to make a sandwich. I wanted to insist on doing it, but I figured I was walking a fine line with these women and certainly didn’t want to get any closer to them when knives were near.

When one of the women got in her way, Baby narrowed her eyes and said, “Move, or I’ll move you myself.”

The woman growled, “Don’t get cocky, whore,” before moving out of her way.

Baby rolled her eyes before walking past her.

She shoved the plate at me, and I quickly grabbed it.

“There’s a place you can sit outside,” she said then turned and walked back over to the girls.

I quickly made my exit, knowing I had overstayed my welcome in the room, and took Adair outside.

Talk about first impressions.

* * *

Apparently, that wasn’t to be my sole encounter with the women today.

After lunch had long since passed, and Kay and Bell had brought me some food when they found out I had skipped lunch for obvious reasons I didn’t tell them about, I had decided I would go see if Anna was around since she came in around this time.

Now I was surrounded.

“Where’s the kid?” one of the girls snapped.

“Upstairs … napping,” I answered.

Shit, there were six of them. I had found out after I took the liberty to get Kay to explain the social circles here that the ones who had been cooking earlier were some of the bikers’ old ladies. The women in front of me now, dressed in their skimpy clothes, were the ones who spread their legs for any brother who came asking. Because of that, they found themselves at the bottom of the food chain, aside from me, of course. I figured I was right down there with the dirt and worms from the way the rest of the club women and whores looked at me.

Baby was a club whore, too, as the old ladies made clear earlier, and she was apparently the lead bitch, but she wasn’t here right now. Not that it would have mattered since she had given her permission to treat me like shit in the kitchen earlier, anyway.

All in all, you could say this situation was, well …unfavorable.

“Good.” The brunette smiled smugly. I didn’t like it. Nope. Not one bit.

“I should probably go check on him,” I said, making my way around them, but a redhead stood in my way. I stepped back when her huge, perky tits almost knocked me out, backing me into the wall.

“Let’s have a little chat first, shall we?”

“Look,” I said, not wanting to agitate them, “I know you don’t like me”—one of them scoffed—“so I’ll stay out of your way, and then we won’t have any problems.”

“Oh, we’ve got problems,” the brunette, deputy leader it seemed, pressed her hand against the wall by my head. “We don’t want you to stay out of our way. We want you gone. Permanently.”

“Believe me,” I said, “I’ve tried to leave, but Hunter won’t let me.”

“Hunter’s confused,” the bitch snapped, leaning close enough that I could smell the cheap perfume the girls seemed to love to douse themselves in. “You came into his life, shaking that fat ass of yours and dangling that kid in his face, and now he’s stuck with you. Hell, he’s probably only keeping you around because you’re that kid’s mom.”

I took a deep breath, clinging to the words Hunter had said to me in front of the fireplace over a week ago, ignoring the poison they were spouting. Not letting the hurt get me was a little trick I had learned through school. Never let them see you hurt.

“Yeah,” another spoke over her shoulder. “Your loose cunt must smell like roses, drawing them in, but that’s all. You’re a little slut who doesn’t belong here.”

I stayed silent, waiting for them to finish. They couldn’t hurt me. They were just jealous. I knew how these showdowns went, and I didn’t want to pick a fight in a club where I was all but alienated. Not to mention, the whole six versus one.

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