Page 68 of O'Mega's Revenge
I hobbled in, taking in the line of bikes flanking the covered porch. One bike stood out from the chrome and glossy paint. Tits’ beast of a rat bike was parked next to the end. She mounted a blue braid onto her handlebars. That thing was going to get tossed into a fire pit one of these days. But I let her parade it around for now. The noise of a party blasted me when I opened the door.
“Little pig, little pig, let me in!” The big, bad Wolf was back.
My brothers greeted me first, except Jackson, who hung back, orchestrating the madness. Missile almost knocked me over with a hug and a wet smooch on my cheek.
“She smeared lipstick all over me, didn’t she?”
“Red is not your color.” Tits wiped it off, then got up on tip-toes to greet me properly. “Missed you.”
“It’s been two hours.”
She shrugged and indicated the party. “Welcome back, VP.”
Nervously, I checked Jackson’s reaction. He smiled and pulled my vest out from behind his back.
“That’s where the fuck it went.” I grabbed it, giving it a second to sink in. The VP patch was right where it should be.
“Blame your girl. She stole it, not me.”
“At your request,” Tits argued.
“Guilty.” Jackson slapped me on the back and led me to the bar. “Time to get drunk VP.”
“You invited the Handmaidens to my swearing-in party?”
“Fuck yeah, they’d just crash it if I didn’t.”
I laughed because he was right. Not getting invited hadn’t stopped them before. “Think Missile hid her clippers in that outfit?” Said number was a tight leather tit-squisher and even tighter leather pants.
“Don’t care as long as her and Fell make out again.”
“Still hungry for that sandwich?”
“Always.” He leaned around me to admire the view.
Tits slid in next to me laying her head on my brand-new patch. I let her listen to my heartbeat and soaked in the life around me, grateful I hadn’t lost her or any of my brothers. I kissed her head, thinking of Margaret. “Love you.”
She looked up and smiled. “Love you, too.”
Jackson whistled to stop the noise for an announcement. “Listen up, assholes and bitches.” The groans and complaints fired back. “Whatever, I got shit to say. Trot, get your ass over here.”
Trot poked a finger at Jackson. “Just to be clear, this is a joint announcement. You ain’t the boss of me.”
“Back at ‘cha. Bitch.”
“As asshole here was saying, we have an announcement.”
“Seeing as Tits is a fully-patched member of the bitches— ”
“And Wolf is a certified idiotDestroyer— ”
Geesh, no love lost there. Tits hid her giggles against my chest.
“We can’t exactly recognize them officially as a couple.”
“Oh, shit.” I pushed Tits away so I could stand up without falling on my ass. I made it, and Meghan wrapped around me, giving me added support.
“Got you worried, didn’t I?” Jackson laughed at my expense.
