Page 17 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Chapter Four

Mel smoothed her skirt out, not for the second time either. Everywhere she turned there were bodies. They were not at the clubhouse anymore but near the Hell’s Wolves MC where Pipe ruled. The fights had been going on for so long. They were out in the open for the most part. Every now and again they’d converge on an empty factory to fight. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, and it was slightly chilly.

Pea had dropped her off and gone to find his boys. Of course, he’d asked her if she was okay.

She was. This wasn’t the first time she’d been to one of these fights, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“You’re here.”

Hearing the sound of her sister’s voice, she turned to find Penny making her way over. Like all of the old ladies, they wore the leather cut of their men. The Saints and Sinners MC preferred it that way. Mel loved the leather, and every now and again she loved the yearning she saw on some of the other women.

Out of all of the women and club whores, he’d picked her. To Mel that meant a great deal. Of course, many women over the years had told her the leather cut meant nothing because he still fucked around with every other woman he could get his hands on. They seemed to try to rile her up, which never boded well for them. Mel had never stepped down from a fight, not ever.

When her sister had been in high school, Penny had been bullied by some girl’s older sister. She couldn’t remember the name, but the woman was the same age as Mel. Even when Penny asked her not to, she’d driven to the school, half an hour before she was meant to, and sat on the hood of her car, ankles crossed, waiting. A pair of sunglasses to hide herself, and she’d sat back, watched, and waited. Sure as shit, Penny had come out, followed by the little coward, and then the bullying older sister had come over.

The moment the bitch had pulled Penny’s hair, Mel had been over there. She’d not taken on the younger girl, but she’d smacked the bitch in the face for touching her baby sister, and warned her that from then on, Mel would be picking her sister up, and if she heard anything bad, she’d go out hunting.

She loved Penny so damn much.

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” she asked as Penny stood beside her.

“Oh, I don’t know. In case anything goes wrong. You know, you’re pregnant and all.”

“Keep your damn voice down. Nothing is going to go wrong, because nothing is wrong.” She glanced around the open space to see if anyone they knew had heard.

“You can’t keep this secrecy up.”

Mel wrapped her arms around her sister. “I know you love and care about me. Everything is going to be okay.” She wanted to reassure her. Cupping Penny’s face, she smiled at her. “I’m sorry.”

“What have you done?”

“For years ago, manipulating you. That wasn’t my intention.”

Penny’s face softened. “It’s okay.”

“I guess I thought it was easier for you to think I was sad than caring about Pea.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever understand the two of you.”

She shrugged. “Not a lot to understand.” Mel spotted Big Ricky on the edge of the fight. He was watching everything and not joining in.

“This is a really big crowd.”

“It’ll be fine. The clubs can handle something like this.”

Pea was fighting tonight, and whenever he released that kind of aggression he was always horny no matter what the outcome was.

“I don’t know. It has been a long time since I saw it like this.”

Once again, Mel looked toward Big Ricky, who was staring at the crowd.

Was something going down that she didn’t know about?

“Where’s Elena and the others?” Mel asked.

“They’re at home taking care of kids. Elena offered to take Leonardo so that I could come tonight for Rage.”

“Is he fighting?”

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