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Something banged against the wall from the room next door. I pulled a blanket over Gigi and left the room. The room belonged to Watcher, and I could hear him grunting and a woman moaning. Maybe they should have stayed at the Holiday Inn.
“Fuck me,” the woman said. “Ohh!”
I recognized the woman’s voice from only two words and knocked on the door. “You okay, Carmen?”
“Be . . . right . . . out,” she said. “I . . . can’t. . . stop . . . right . . . now.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Skittles.” Watcher liked to watch but not be watched, which is how he got his name. Watching people get off was a fetish he had that everyone knew about. On more than one occasion, he’d watched Prospects banging their women. He knew better than to watch club members. “Ahh.”
“Sounds like you’re about finished,” I said, opening the door. What I saw was hard to explain. Watcher had Carmen pinned against the wall, on her head, her legs straight up, his dick pulling out of her pussy. Come ran up her stomach and neck. She saw me and dropped to the floor with a thud. She’d need weekly appointments at a chiropractor.
I sat on the bed and peered at Watcher, making him uncomfortable. He didn’t give a damn that I was seeing him naked. He just didn’t like being watched. Carmen stood and come dripped onto the floor. I clapped a few times before the open door drew my attention. Trixie stood there, a scowl the size of Arkansas on her face.
“Don’t, Trixie,” I said, but she did. I was sure the screech woke everyone sleeping.
Carmen saw her coming and covered her face with her arms. It didn’t help. Trixie was an old lady wanna-be, which meant she fought like one. She swung hard and hit Carmen’s hand, covering her left cheek. Carmen screamed as she went to the floor. I did nothing. Carmen needed to pull herself together, get up, and bitch slap Trixie. If she didn’t, she’d never be able to walk back into the club again.
“Fucking bitch,” Trixie said. “I wanted him.”
Watcher, pants pulled on but shirtless, his body lean but nothing like Marcus or Diesel, leaned against the wall and watched. He wouldn’t help Carmen. It would mean choosing sides.
From the floor, Carmen moved her hands from her face. She winked at me and then turned a glare to Trixie. She ignored Watcher.
“Don’t get up, you little whore.” Trixie stood over Carmen, daring her to move.
I’d never seen Carmen in a fight or even in an argument. I assumed she was a goodie-two-shoes, except for this adventure to the clubhouse. I was wrong. Carmen balled her hand into a fist and pussy-punched Trixie. Trixie dropped like dead weight. She reached into her jeans and grabbed a handful of pussy, screaming in agony.
Carmen, wanting to add insult to injury, jumped on Trixie. “You wanted some of him? Here you go!” She rubbed Trixie’s face in Watcher’s come on her stomach. “How’s that?”
“Carmen, let’s go,” I said. “That’s enough.”
Carmen stood and grabbed her clothes. She didn’t say a word to the laughing Watcher. I started to tell her not to stand over Trixie but knew she needed to make sure Trixie understood. “Look, whore, you ever come at me again, I’ll make sure you leave with a busted nose.” Carmen finally acknowledged the smiling Watcher. “I’d say that pussy is nice and tight now.”
“A pussy shot,” Watcher said. “Didn’t see that coming.” He grabbed a shirt and left the room. He’d never touch Trixie again.
“We need to find Wendy,” I said. “We’ll have to go door to door.”
Carmen dressed in the hall and closed Watcher’s door, Trixie still lying on the floor. “Is this what it’s like all the time?”
“There’s never a dull moment in an MC.” We started down the hall and sat at the bar. “You did the right thing with Trixie. You showed her you weren’t going to be pushed around, and you showed Watcher what kind of old lady you would be if you ever wanted to become part of the MC.” I hugged her. “I’m proud of you.”
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t fun. Damn, it felt good to fight!” Carmen scanned the room. “Where’s Gigi?”
I pointed down the hall where Gigi appeared, half-dressed, hair a mess. She sat next to us and buried her face in her hand. “What the fuck did I do?”
Carmen put an arm around Gigi and curled her upper lip. “You smell like sweat, alcohol, and biker come.”
“Fuck you.” Gigi raised her head. “Kettle calling the pot black.”
We laughed, and I went behind the bar for three coffees. “Cream and sugar?” Both nodded, holding their heads. I grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen from under the counter and placed it next to the coffee.
“Anyone seen Wendy?” Carmen downed three ibuprofen and sipped coffee. I was sure her neck would be hurting tomorrow.
“My god, why did I do that?” Gigi drank the coffee and asked for another cup.
I filled Gigi’s cup and smiled at Dead Zone when he came in from outside. “You seen Marcus?” I asked.
“Still out.” He motioned over his shoulder. “Some woman outside looking for him, though. Says they used to be married.”
