Page 15 of Beast
When the clubhouse gates opened, I knew the rest of the day would be shit. Life was hard, but the biker's life was even more complicated. I loved being the club’s president, but some days, it didn’t pay to show up for work. It's not like I could call in sick, however.
In the middle of the parking lot, Skittles had Donna by the hair, throwing her around like a rag doll. Donna got in a glancing blow now and then, but Skittles was in a kicking Mike Tyson’s ass kind of mood.
Between punches, the girls saw me pulling in. It seems like that would have been a sign to stop beating the shit outta each other, but they took it as a sign to kill one another. Shirts were ripped off, and titties swung. Blood sprayed the ground, and cat screams filled the air.
I parked next to the other bikes, calmly removed my helmet, and nodded at Watcher to help me break things up.
Before it even happened, I knew it was about to. Watcher went for Donna, and she knocked the shit out of him, sending him to the pavement. The club members watching hooted and hollered. Watcher leaned on his elbows and wiped blood from his lips. He loved the taste of blood. Fucker should have been a vampire. He got to his feet, ducked his head, and grabbed Donna by the waist.
I grabbed Skittles, but that didn’t prevent her from getting one last punch in. The crunch of Donna’s nose made the entire club cringe. Everyone stopped in silence except for Skittles.
“Fucking, cunt, whore. Let me go!”
“Calm the fuck down,” I said, carrying her inside. I sat her at the bar and looked at the parking lot monitor. Donna was still swinging on Watcher, and the club members laughed again. We weren’t called the Brothers of Chaos for nothing.
“What the fuck was that all about?” I asked.
“Bitch shows up here like she owns the place.” Skittles pointed at me. “You better check that little skank, or the next time I’m shoving a foot up her ass and pulling it out her throat.” Skittles started back outside, but I grabbed her.
“No more. Got it?”
“Fucking cunt,” she said.
“Okay. Are we good now? Can we return to the words you learned in college?”
Skittles smiled, and blood emerged from the corner of her mouth. She licked it away and grunted. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Let me go back out there and find out why she’s here.” I let go of her arms but stayed prepared for her to bolt.
“I don’t want her here, Marcus.”
“Then let me find out why she’s here, and I’ll send her away.”
Carmen and Gigi came back inside and sat next to Skittles.
“Where’s Wendy?” I asked.
“We don’t know,” Giggi said. “She was here last night but wasn’t around this morning.”
“How the fuck do you lose a friend?” I took a deep breath. I had more pressing things to worry about. “You two, make sure she stays here.”
Outside, Watcher had Donna calmed and drinking a beer. He nodded at me, and I noticed a bald spot on his head.
“She ripped my fucking hair out, Beast.” Watcher touched the bald spot. “It’ll take a fucking year for it to grow back.”
“Go rub some grease on it,” I said. “I’ll take it from here.”
I walked Donna into one of the garage bays. “You don’t show up here again. Call the club if you need to see me, and arrangements will be made.” I grabbed a clean rag and ran warm water over it. “Here, wipe that shit off your face.” I grabbed a clean mechanics shirt and helped her put it on. “You can’t be doing this shit, Donna. Those members and their old ladies out there are gonna want your ass for this.”
“I won’t be back, Marcus. That’s what I came to tell you. Mark is still at the Holiday Inn. He’s waiting for you.” She walked to the sink and spat blood.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He’s your son, Marcus. He wants to be with his father.” She tossed the rag in the trash, and I noticed a bruise developing under her right eye. Skittles had really gone to town on her face. “I’m leaving for Cali today. Right now, in fact. I got opportunities out there. Opportunities that don’t include a kid.”
“What the fuck, Donna. I don’t know shit about raising a kid.”
“Guess you better learn pretty quickly.” She walked out of the garage and toward her car. “Checkout is eleven, so you have thirty minutes to get over there and get him.”
