Page 44 of Ride or Die
"Done already?" Mouse says as I walk outside.
"No, but I need a favor," I tell him.
"What's up?"
"Can you and Chains go grocery shopping for us," I ask.
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem," he replies.
"I also need to go back to the clubhouse to get some of my things. I'm staying the night here with the girls tonight," I explain to him. He nods and we head back to the clubhouse. Walking into the clubhouse, Hollywood is standing at the bar talking with Tink.
"Hey Cali," Tink calls out.
"Hey!" I smile at her. Mouse nudges me.
"Do you have a grocery list? I'll grab Chains and we'll head out," he tells me. I hand him Minx's list. "Hollywood, mind keeping an eye on Cali while I run to the store?"
"Not at all," Hollywood replies.
"I'm going to go shower and get some things together for tonight," I tell them and head to Buster's room. I check my phone. No new messages. I'm missing Ryan a lot today. It makes me thankful we're having a girls' night tonight. I take my time in the shower and move even slower while packing a backpack for tonight. I grab the necessities, including one of Ryan's shirts to sleep in, one of his hoodies, and a change of clothes for tomorrow.
I walk back out to the main room with my backpack thrown over my shoulders. Hollywood isn't anywhere in sight right now and Lexus is walking straight toward me. I roll my eyes.
"Oh, did Buster finally come to his senses and kick you to the curb?" Lexus snickers.
"Keep dreamin', sweetheart. You'll get booted before I do," I tell her and she scoffs.
"Yeah-fuckin'-right. You won't last in this lifestyle. You're a plaything for him to pass the time with. An uppity little bitch . . . " I throw a punch, connecting with her nose and it cracks.
"Holy shit!" Tink laughs from behind the bar. Lexus screams as blood gushes down her face. Porscha comes running to her side.
"You bitch! You broke my fucking nose," Lexus yells at me. I grin at her. Hollywood and Bull storm into the main room at that exact moment.
"What the fuck is going on out here?" Bull shouts.
"Lexus got put in her rightful place," Tink deadpans. Hollywood stifles a laugh.
"Porscha, get her the fuck out of here and get her cleaned up. I'll deal with you two later," he tells them. Once they're out of the room, his eyes move from Tink to me. "Want to tell me what happened?"
"She pretty much told me I didn't belong here. I had to prove her wrong." I shrug. He chuckles, shaking his head.
"I’m pretty sure you got your point across. I'll make sure she doesn't bother you again," he tells me and leaves the room.
"You got a mean right hook," Hollywood laughs.
"Thanks," I reply, smiling. Thirty minutes later, Hollywood gets a text.
"Looks like the prospects are back. You ready to go back to the house?" he says.
I nod, wave to Tink, and follow him to the house. Mouse and Chains are walking out of the house when we walk up.
"Thank you both for going to the store for us!" I tell them.
"Anytime," Chains responds.
"What happened to your hand?" Mouse points at my right hand. I give a nervous laugh.
"She fucked Lexus up," Hollywood laughs.
