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his clothing and made me scrunch my nose.
¡°You always were into big tits,¡± I laughed. ¡°You know what, after the way you took out
that Freeway Fuckhead, you deserve it. She¡¯s all yours.¡± I knew if anyone was my
competition, it¡¯d be Archer. Girls seemed to love his blond hair and hazel eyes. He and I
seemed to be the only ones who managed to get any action in the club. Word around our
side of the town was that he was into some wild stuff, but I didn¡¯t want to think about
that.
¡°Like Ripper would have a chance with her anyway,¡± Archer said. ¡°He might be able to
rip people to shreds, but damn, you couldn¡¯t even seal the deal with the town slut, Peggy,
if you wanted to.¡±
I watched Ripper reach for his knife attached to his belt loop and I couldn¡¯t help but
laugh. I knew Ripper would never hurt a fellow rebel. Not only were we the closest thing
to a family any of us had, but anyone who fucked with a rebel got a special spot on our ¡°to
do¡± list¡ªeven if they were a part of the club. Betraying our brotherhood was unforgivable.
But Ripper liked to do this act where he¡¯d pull out his knife and stab the table, drawing
attention from everyone else in the Tavern. Sometimes some out-of-towner would
stumble inside, mistaking it for some friendly pub¡ªtheir reactions were the best. Once,
an elderly pair of tourists wandered inside for a nice supper. A drunk patron shouted at
the old man for staring and the couple ran out without paying for their meal. It was
hilarious.
Rooster, our club¡¯s bookkeeper, would never let poor Suzy the waitress be stuck with
the bill though. Nah, he left his favorite little waitress a big fat tip for her troubles. He
always had the hots for her.
But the thing that made it funny when Ripper did it, was that he was actually the only
one who longed for commitment. Sure, he would smash any enemy¡¯s face into the
sidewalk, over and over again, but at the end of the day, he just wanted an old lady to
confide in. You¡¯d never expect it from the big brute of a man, covered in ink. Girls often
compared him to a lumberjack when he wasn¡¯t wearing his leather, but with it, he was
just scary.
Me and Archer watched Ripper¡¯s hand on his knife eagerly, waiting to see how
