Page 15 of Clash
Ugh, why do I even care? She told me what she thought of me. It made me think of Shasta, how the woman was quick to turn her back on us, damning us all for the abusive ex she lived with for so many years.
Gina was the same…
There was no future for us, not when she was already assuming the worst of me. All I wanted to do was help, and she thinks I have some hidden agenda.
Maybe I do, but it’s not what she thinks.
Back at the clubhouse, I find myself contemplating every decision I’d ever made, throwing myself into a chair before motioning for Poison to bring me a drink.
“Prospect, bring me a beer.”
The alcoholic beverage was placed in front of me, and I greedily took it, needing a release from my thoughts.
It wasn’t long before two of my brothers joined me, and one overly eager sweet butt, who found her place on my lap.
“Clash! I’ve missed you,” Tiffany said, snuggling against my chest.
She felt so wrong. Why did she feel so wrong?
“Hey, baby girl. How are you?”
“Horny,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I could use a good dick right about now.”
It was an inviting offer, but not one I would be entertaining. Why? I had no fucking idea, but just the thought of fucking her repulsed me.
“Well, there’s a shit ton of them around here, I’m sure someone will help you out.”
She frowned.
Cue the insistent whining. “Clash, why are you rejecting me. You never reject sex.”
“Just not in the mood, Tiffany. Now fuck off.”
Ranger eyed me curiously, his mouth pulling up just a tad. “What’s got you all pissed off?” he asked, chuckling when I grabbed his beer from off the table and chased it with mine.
“Nothing,” I growled.
When Tiffany didn’t move from off my lap, and her hand started to work its way down my chest, I lost it, shoving her off of me. “I said fuck off, Tiffany. Take a hint. I don’t fucking want your pussy right now. Get lost!”
Tears formed in her eyes, but I didn’t give two shits, I had other things on my mind. In a huff, the pretty little sweet butt stomped off, disappointed I rejected her offer. It was a valid one, but one I wouldn’t be cashing in.
“Anybody hear from Snyder or Wasp?”
Priest nodded. “Yeah, they found Shasta.”
“Whoopie freaking do,” I grumbled, downing both beers simultaneously.Let’s get this buzz going.
“They’ll be heading back next week. First, they have to get to her and Ramona.”
“Fuck them both.” There was a part of me that feared Ramona’s kid could be mine, but then I remembered I barely ever fucked without a condom, only doing so with Shasta when I let my guard down.Stupid moron.
“When they come back, Clash, you know you need to be nice.”
“Nice?” I threw one of the bottles against the wall, causing a few girls to scream. “I’m done being nice, Ranger. Being nice hasn’t gotten me anywhere, and frankly, I could give a fuck about Shasta or Ramona, both whores just need to stay away.”
“D—Don’t c—call her th—that,” Sandman stuttered out before hobbling over and taking the seat next to me. “Y—You take re—rejection l—like a b—b—b—itch.”
Ugh! Fuck them all too.“Fuck off, Sandman. Keep your thoughts to yourself.”
