Page 48 of Next Level
“Fuck, here comes Trouble,” Zip announces.
I turn to see Vicki, Ray’s mom, and Twat Waffle, aka Tamara, Ray’s on-and-off-again slut. I never really had a problem with her until one night when Ray and I were fucking around out back, and she showed up, flipping out and wanting to fight.
Now, I can hold my own, but the club doesn’t handle girls fighting all that well. They don’t like drama, so I’m always on my best behavior, and the men here don’t care for Tamara, so they always take my side, which I love.
“Aw, the twunt is here,” I say low.
Lip hits the bar. “Ha. I love you, Tink.” He starts cracking up. “Twunt, I get it. Twat and cunt.”
I wink at Lip. “You know it.”
When the two of them enter, you can tell Momma Bear is on a rampage just by her facial expression. Vicki announces to the room, “Is my boy back with my grandbaby?”
Vicki’s the mama bear around here. Most of the time, she’s sweet and quiet, but then there are times like right now when she’s pissed, and people steer clear of her wrath.
Since no one usually pays attention to me and I’m always around, I hear shit. Shit like Ray hasn’t called his mom or Tamara since he’s been gone.
So if you know Vicki, that hasn’t gone well.
Warmth spreads through me knowing he just texted me. If he’d texted them, they would know he’s not coming back until tomorrow.
Lazy, who isn’t scared of Vicki, yells, “They ain’t here.”
Tamara’s eyes instantly meet mine as I stand behind the bar, and you can just see her wheels turning. She hates that I’m part of this family and fucking, what she thinks is her man. If anything, I’m fucking him, hoping to rid him of her. Ray doesn’tdo the whole girlfriend thing, and if he did, it sure as shit wouldn’t be with her.
Vicki slams her big-ass purse on the bar. “Well, when is he coming home with her?”
I move from behind the bar just as Jay emerges behind me. The men shrug, all taking a sip of their drinks. Tamara, the twat waffle, moves up to the bar, still watching me. I give her a fake as fuck smile.
Hearing the commotion, Dawg comes out of the office, “Momma Vic!”
When Vicki sees Dawg, her face changes instantly, and she beams. “Boy, where are my son and grandbaby?”
Dawg, who’s so tall that it only takes him a few strides to reach her, pulls her into a hug and explains, “Momma, I talked to him and he’ll be home tomorrow.”
He releases her, and she sighs, irritated. “Well, he could call his momma. I don’t like hearing from everyone else.”
Vicki turns around, finally noticing me. “Aw, Tink. How are you, baby girl?”
Hugging her, I tell her I’m fine and it’s good to see her.
I do notice her glance over my shoulder, probably to see where Tamara the twat is, knowing damn well we don’t get along.
I move to stand between Zip and Lip. Jay gives me his eyes, and I point to Zip’s beer and mouth, “Please.”
Instantly, I have a beer and a shot in front of me.
“Jay, I’ve been waiting for my drink,” Tamara comments, standing at the end of the bar.
Jay looks over at her and then back at me, rolling his eyes.
I cover my mouth.
Tamara snarls, “You best not be laughing at me.”
Why, yes, twaffle tits, we are.
Zip answers sarcastically, “No, Trouble, we wouldneverlaugh at you.”
