Page 2 of Giving It to the Biker

“Wonder what the problem is now.”

“Melissa’s been on the phone to her. Penny’s here to take Pea back home.” Saint took a sip of his drink. “If she causes real problems for the club, she’s gone.”

“Pea’s an ass. Whatever happens to him, he’s got coming to himself.”

“That I agree with.” Saint clinked his glass against Rage’s, and they both turned to the scene that was about to unfold.

“Seriously, this is what was more important than dinner?” Penny asked, stepping in front of Pea.

Rage heard Pea moan and shake his head. The club had quieted down to hear the chaos that was about to ensue. The club liked Penny. She was a good woman, and the club respected good women. They also respected her as she fed them most of the time. Penny would often bring food to the club, cakes she’d baked, or pies. He’d walk into the club to find a trail of crumbs, which would piss him off. It was just another reason as to why he wanted to claim Penny for his own. He’d own her baked goodies, and her fine ass.

“Penny, leave,” Pea said, finally turning his attention to his sister-in-law.

Tensing in his seat, Rage was ready to hurt the fucker for talking to Penny like that.

“Leave her,” Saint said. “She won’t like you interfering.”

Gritting his teeth, Rage sat back, and watched the scene before him play out.

“No. Melissa’s crying back at home, asshole. Don’t tell her to make your damn favorite, and then not show up. It makes you an asshole.”

“I’m busy. Tell her to put it in the microwave.”

Rage didn’t know why Pea was insistent in pissing Penny off, but he did at every occasion.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Food can be heated from cold. Pussy can’t.”

All of the brothers tensed up as Penny exploded. Her trademark growl of frustration was released, and then she grabbed the club whore by her hair, and pulled her off.

A feminine squeal rent the air and Pea was standing up, shoving his dick back into his pants.

“He’s married, slut.” Penny shoved the screaming woman to the floor before turning back to Pea. Penny’s look of disgust was clear to detect. “I don’t have a clue why Mel married you, but she did. I will not spend hours on the phone listening to her cry about you. Get moving!” Penny started to push him toward the door.

Pea wasn’t going to be moved easily.

“Melissa knows the score. You don’t.”

“If she knew the score, I wouldn’t have to listen to her sobbing. Whatever you and her have going on is your business, but it becomes mine when I have to listen.” Penny looked around the room, turning her attention to Saint. “You got a problem with this?”

“No, take him home.” Saint raised his glass in the air.

Pea pulled out of her hold and glared right back at her. What Rage saw in Pea’s eyes pissed him the fuck off. Pea was thinking about Penny naked, and not only that, he was liking the attention.

“Not happening.” Standing up, he grabbed Pea’s arm. “Let’s go. Melissa invited me to dinner.”

“You can’t drive. You’re drunk,” Penny said.

“You’ll have to bring me back to the club.”

“Fine!”

Several whistles followed them out, and Rage stuck his fingers up.

Fuck off!

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