Page 83 of Exile & Lula
“I’ll rephrase. Now, let’s kick the asses of some Baton Rouge rejects!”
I noticed Zodiac shake his head at my bloodlust. Exile kept standing in front of me until I finally ducked under his arm and ran over to my sisters.
Sabrina looked at me and smiled like an excited kid. “There’s one guy from Baton Rouge with the most punchable fucking face. He’s all mine.”
Once the front doors opened, we poured outside to face the arriving LM Jokers. The only members of our party to stay inside were Ivy and Nova.
Still on his motorcycle, Tricky looked pissed. I noticed how his VP seemed annoyed to be here. Jagger was a guy who wanted to run a solid club. His father was Joker’s VP. His grandfather was Trigger, who once controlled Little Memphis.
Jagger was royalty in this town, but he took orders from an impulsive dipshit. Now, he was forced to face off with his childhood friends to protect a bunch of recent transplants.
One of the Jokers yelled, “Zodiac’s a pussy!”
“Yeah!” Elle hollered before laughing so hard that she ended up on the ground next to Sabrina.
I glanced at Zodiac to find him rolling his eyes at her antics and basically oblivious to the mockery from the sons of his former clubmates.
Clint asked the obvious, “Why are you here, Tricky?”
“He wants me to bash his head in!” Vanessa yelled and lifted a chair leg.
“Where the hell did you get that?” Xandy asked.
“From one of the wobbly chairs in the back. I’m going to use it to crack Tricky’s head open in Cher’s honor.”
“Don’t you dare say her name!” Tricky yelled at Vanessa.
Undaunted, she hollered back, “Don’tyoudare say her name, you fucker! You made her waste time on your sorry ass!”
Clint waited until they stopped yelling and asked Tricky what he wanted.
“They shouldn’t be here.”
“This is our clubhouse, and these are our allies. In what fucking universe do they not belong here?”
“Allies? They did this shit!” Trick said and threw his leg over the motorcycle and took a step closer. “Can’t you see how they’re playing you? It was them behind the garage attack! You’re so fucking blind! You’re even letting Lula spread for one of them!”
I gripped Exile’s arm before he was baited into rushing at the man. “Don’t show your cards,” I murmured. “Besides, if you’re over there battling him, you aren’t over here protecting me.”
Exile’s frown softened when he considered his role as my shield. Tricky’s bullshit couldn’t compete with the love I felt for the man next to me.
“I’m cutting off your dicks!” Goldie yelled, snapping me out of my lovestruck trance.
“Yeah!” the foxes chimed in.
“We’ll cut off your clits!” a member of the Jokers screamed back.
“Bullshit,” Sabrina muttered. “No one believes you know where the clit is located, you fucking turd.”
“People, people, please,” Rowdy said and stepped in front of the rest of the club. “Tricky is our childhood friend. Jagger made some of your panties wet.”
“Not mine,” Sabrina replied immediately.
“Well, duh,” Rowdy said and looked at the LM Jokers. “I wish we could all live and work in this town like one big family. But since we can’t, if even one of you messes with my sisters’ clits, I will not only bite off your nose, but I’ll eat the fucking thing, too. Shalom.”
The foxes and a few Crimson Guard guys applauded Rowdy’s heartwarming speech.
“You’re all idiots!” Tricky shouted and stepped closer. “But I don’t want to pound on you dumb fucks. I just want to tear off Zodiac’s head.”
