Page 53 of Always Yours

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“I don’t think that after having this tight pussy, he will want to go into your hollowed out cave of wonders.”

Rage burns in her eyes at my words.

“I’m not fucking gaping or hollowed out,” she hisses at me.

“Are you sure? Weren’t you just saying the other day you couldn’t feel someone’s cock when they were fucking you? I heard around the club this certain brother is well endowed, so there must be another reason for that,” I snarl at her.

“You need to mind your own fucking business,” she seethes.

“No, you need to know your place. You think you are better than me? That I’m beneath you? Let’s face it, honey. I’m the First Lady. Let me tell you what that means. I am above you in status here at the club. I don’t need to sit here and listen to you to try and talk down to me. You’re just another pussy that comes and goes out of brothers’ rooms. Hey, if you were just a bit nicer, then I wouldn’t care what or who you did as long as it wasn’t my man, or Bear for that matter. I think we need to have a little lesson on respect around here,” I say, taking a step closer.

They don’t look the least bit scared, which is stupid of them really.

She advances on me with anger in her eyes and I throw a punch as soon as she is close enough. The other two come at me at the same time; they are trying to outnumber me.

I shake my head lightly and twist one of the woman’s arms behind her back until I hear a break. She cries out in pain and falls to the ground. The other one grabs my hair, but I kick her legs out from under her and drop her to the ground. She tries to kick me in the stomach, but I move fast when I see her intentions are to hurt my unborn child and give her a swift kick to her head to knock her out.

I look up, and the main woman is kneeling on the ground holding her nose.

“It’s broken. You fucking broke my nose!” she shouts as I hear a herd of footsteps running towards us.

Derek looks me over in panic holding a tray of four coffees.

“What the fuck happened?” he shouts.

“They attacked me and tried to kick me in the stomach, so I broke her nose, her arm, and just knocked that bitch out,” I say sweetly.

All the men glare down at the women on the floor.

“I think you need a few more club women now,” I say as Derek walks over to me as the women cry out in pain. The one wakes up and, when she looks around, she gets a fearful look in her eyes. Good.

“You women dared to touch my Old Lady and harm my unborn child?” Derek growls out in anger. I have never seen him this angry.

“S-sorry it won’t happen again,” one cries out.

“Damn fucking rights it won’t happen again. If you were a man, I’d put a bullet between your eyes for the shit you just pulled. You are lucky my Old Lady can defend herself, or you would be signing your death certificates as we speak,” Derek spits out.

“You all are fucking out of here. You get your shit, and a prospect will drop you off at the hospital. Following that, I don’t want to see your faces again or I will put a bullet between your eyes. This is my Old Lady. Not only that, she’s the President’s Old Lady, which means she has the power over the women in this club. You are banned from the Vicious Snakes. No other charters will take you in. You will be lucky if any other club will want you after this. No one wants club girls who are willing to harm a pregnant Old Lady,” he snaps out angrily.

The women get up, whimpering in pain, and a couple prospects follow them to make sure they only take what is theirs and head out of the club.

“Are you okay?” Derek asks me once they are gone.

“Oh, I’m fine. They didn’t lay a hand on me, but if you don’t give me my coffee that answer is going to change,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

Brothers chuckle around us. “There’s four, they had different seasonal ones, and I don’t know which one you wanted to try but they are all decaf,” he says.

I grab the tray from his hands and speed walk to the kitchen where Sasha is making cinnamon rolls.

“I got decaf deliciousness,” I say, grinning.

“Let me get you a roll to go with all that coffee,” she says laughing.

I grin as I try each coffee with a moan of satisfaction and eat my weight in cinnamon rolls.

Derek doesn’t leave my side except to say goodbye to the brothers leaving back to their hometowns. I pretty much park myself on the couch in the main room and talk with whomever is nearby.

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