Page 22 of Always Yours

They all stop what they are doing and turn to look at me.

“You can clean it up. You, after all, are the help,” one of them says with a smirk.

I pause and narrow my eyes at her.

“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m the help. But you clean up after your-fucking-selves. I ain’t your fucking maid.”

“Well, sure you are. You are cooking and whatnot for the brothers. We already earn our keep,” another one says.

“On your back maybe, but that doesn’t mean I clean up after the club bicycles,” I snap.

“What the fuck did you call us?” one says, stepping closer.

I see the men walking closer out of the corner of my eye, but I halt them with a hand behind my back so no one in front can see.

“You know what I fucking said. Everyone gets a turn, right?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“What the fuck do you know; you are nothing but a little girl,” one says. Maybe if they were nicer, I’d bother to learn their names but, right now, I’m too pissed off at these entitled sluts.

“I don’t usually judge people based on what they do. Fuck whomever you want for all I care, more power to you; but talk down to me and disrespect me like that, you better watch what you fucking say from here on out,” I say, getting angrier by the second.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” one asks as they start walking closer. I walk further into the kitchen so they can’t see the brothers in the hallway listening. I do catch Art and Nik keep them back because they already know these women are in for a world of trouble.

“The last I checked, it wasn’t any of your fucking business who the fuck I am,” I spit out as they circle me.

“Think you are all that because you ride Razor’s dick? Look what happened to the last chick who thought she owned him. Women come and go, but club pussy will always be here,” one says practically spitting in my face.

I lift my hand and wipe my face, but I don’t miss the flinch the big talker in front of me does, causing me to smirk.

“I can see how you all think that you are all that when you spread your legs for every brother willing to get in between your thighs. That doesn’t make you better, or high and almighty, because they had your mouth or pussy once. As for Razor, again, that isn’t any of your business. I don’t need to have to be on his dick to stand up for myself; I will do that regardless. Heck, I could be riding his dick and I’ll still tell you off to your face,” I say, gesturing to the brother outside the window who is older, starting to grey, and has a bit of a belly going on.

They all turn to look and start laughing.

“Trust me, if you were riding Stone’s dick, no one is going to give a fuck what you say,” one says cackling.

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty disrespectful way to talk about a brother who helps keep a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and body full of dick,” I say smirking.

“He’s just another brother we have to fuck to make sure we have our place here. One of those ones your close your eyes and picture it’s another one,” one says smugly.

They are looking back at me, so they don’t see Stone turn and narrow their eyes on their backs. The window is wide open, so I know that he heard everything.

“There is one thing you girls are forgetting,” I say grinning.

“What’s that?” one asks, raising her eyebrow.

“Club whores come and go. They aren’t golden fucking pussy. These men can get a couple dozen more women here by tomorrow. The second you think you are better than anyone else and talk about people behind their backs, you’re done. There can’t be disloyal and untrusting people in the club,” I say.

Brothers come from each doorway and Stone walks in from the patio.

“What do you know about it?” one asks as they look around, eyes getting wide at how many brothers heard them.

“Let’s say I grew up where men ruled the fucking world. There is no room to have anyone who would stab you in the back. A woman who talks like her snatch is made of gold, and thinks she can control men with their pussies, has no place in this world,” I tell them.

“Listen, I don’t know what you heard,” one starts with a whine.

Prez shakes his head. “She’s right. Stone is a brother who had paid for more than one of you to get new wardrobes, go to school, get wheels; but you just fucking think you’re too good for him or his money, even though he has been generous to help club women in need. I don’t need bitches like you in this club. Lily is right. I can find more women willing to jump on my dick right fucking now. You should be fucking grateful for the money the club has put out for all of you,” he states. Anger is clear in his face.

“We’re sor-” another one says.

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