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“Well, one of you fucktards better figure out something fast! I’m not losing Bailey because you two can’t keep your dicks in your pants!” Axel shouts.

“I didn’t fuck Peaches! She was naked, on my bed, when I walked out of my shower! Bailey saw us but she only saw me making Peaches leave my room! That fucking bitch Peaches! Going around spreading that shit when she knows none of it is true!”

“I’m calling Ava! She’ll know what to do and she’ll help us out. Trudy too!” declares Axel.

“The women had every right to be pissed. I sure as fuck don’t want to be forced to have dinner with one of Pippa’s exes and I wouldn’t take it nicely to have to listen to him give me tips on what she likes in bed,” I state.

“Ava! We need your help. Trigger and Pooh fucked up tonight and now the women, including Bailey, have left and are pissed as hell at us. No! I didn’t do anything wrong! I swear to God, I didn’t!” Axel insists into the phone. I leave Axel to begging for help and Trigger to his cold dinner. I need to ride and hopefully the wind will clear my mind and show me the path to take. Clearer heads might prevail tomorrow when the dust has settled.

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Me: I didn’t fuck Peaches. Can I call and explain what really happened?

Several minutes pass before I get a response.

Pippa: No need to explain. It doesn’t really matter. This wasn’t going to work with us anyway. I’m not mad. And I do wish only the best for you but it’s best to stop this before it gets to the point one of us does get hurt.

Me: So that’s it? 1 bump and you’re out?

Pippa: Yeah, guess so.

Me: That’s weak. Glad to see how little I matter.

Pippa: Sorry you see it that way. Take care of yourself, Pooh.

I’m tempted to smash my phone but that’s not going to change the fact that Pippa and I are over before we even got a good start. I should have told her what happened with Peaches instead of letting her find out the way she did. But I didn’t and I can’t turn back time. I get off my bike and walk into the gym to start another day of work.

Axel is standing at the counter and he is scowling and tense so I figure Bailey didn’t come home last night. Well, fuck. One fuck-up and three relationships imploded. It’s going to be fun times today.

“Bailey stay at Pippa’s last night?” I ask when I get to the counter.

“I guess they all stayed at Tammy’s house. Ava tried calling her but received a text telling her to mind her own business. That’s not like Bailey. I tried calling and she wouldn’t answer so I texted and this was the reply I got,” Axel says sliding his phone across the counter to me.

Bailey: I’ll come home when I don’t feel the urge to Lorena Bobbitt you and your fucking, whorish, pig dog club brothers. Any further questions, Axel?

I slide the phone back to Axel and fight a smile at Bailey’s claws. She’s usually the sweetest, nicest woman I know. Obviously, this has been festering for a while and we gave her the opportunity to vent. Pippa may not be speaking to me, ever again, but at least I won’t have to sleep in an athletic cup like Axel might want to consider doing. Glancing at his face, I note how miserable he looks. He actually looks worse than I feel and that’s saying something.

“She’ll come back, Ax. You two are perfect together and that woman loves the hell out of you. She’s angry, but I get the feeling a lot more has been said to her then we know. The fucking club sluts have gotten out of hand lately. Aggressive and pushy, disrespectful to the brothers, each other and the Ol’ Ladies. We should have paid better attention and squashed that shit when it started.”

“Yeah, we should have. Bailey never complains about anything so I thought she was just ignoring their shit. Guess not. But it stops today. After work, I’m calling all the sluts to the clubhouse and laying down the law about respect. They don’t like it, they can take their nasty vaginas lsewhere. We’ve gotten lax about their behavior and that shit stops now.”

“I’ll back you up, brother.”

A few hours later, the women from New Horizons walk in the door, minus Pippa. I didn’t expect her to show but I was hoping like hell she would. I ignore the burn in my gut and get down to teaching the class. It goes well and the women are coming along at a faster pace than I expected. They each thank me and leave, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Even with the shit stirring around Axel and I at the moment, it does my heart good to see those women coming out of their shells. Pippa does wonders with them and I’m in awe of her dedication.

When I arrive at the clubhouse, all the club sluts and brothers are gathered in the main room. The women are obviously clueless why they are here tonight because it appears most have taken extra care to make up their faces, hair and have next to nothing on as clothing. They must be expecting a party with unlimited cock. Two of the more brazen ones are sprawled on the pool table making out together trying to entice a few brothers to join them.

I see Axel, Trigger and Petey, with Mac, sitting at a table so I walk over and take a seat with them. Trigger is not a happy biker. If looks could kill, there would be a few dead bodies scattered on the clubhouse floor.

“Have you spoken with Tammy today?” I ask him.

“Fuck no. She won’t take any of my calls and when I texted, her reply was not encouraging in the least. In fact, it was mean. She was mean. Apparently, she has forgotten already that my dick is not long enough to go fuck myself like she suggested.”

“You already did,” crows Mac.

I see Petey turn his head and then see his shoulders shaking. Fucker thinks this is funny. That’s because he’s not in our predicament.

“Mac, I swear to Christ, I am not in the mood for your shit today. If you don’t want to end up being the stuffing in my fucking pillow, you will shut up,” grumbles Trigger.

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