Page 32 of Jana's Fierce Biker

Willow hissed. “Shhh.”

Jana sat back and watched the drama unfold since no one seemed to be concerned about it. Her feeling of calmness crashed quickly when Blood stomped over to them, and the look on his face terrified her.

“You guys, should we…?” Jana asked.

Meg snorted and shook her head. “No. I’m not helping her. She does this on purpose.”

“You dyed my boxers pink, woman!” Blood yelled. Several men laughed, and the girls snickered.

“Hey, it’s his fault. He pissed me off,” Willow said. “Shit!” she said when he crouched down. He got ahold of Willow’s arm and dragged her out before tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

“You owe me some boxers, woman,” Blood said as he walked toward the house.

Willow smacked his back. “That’s bullshit. You deserve it. Besides, I think you’ll look pretty in them.”

Blood stopped suddenly. “You did not just call me pretty, did you?”

“Fuck yeah!” Willow yelled.

Blood turned back and headed for the pool.

“Don’t even think about it, fucker. You dump me in the water, and I’ll cut your dick off.”

Jana pressed her hand to her mouth. Oh my God. She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or gasp in horror when Blood threw Willow into the water. Willow screamed as she flew into the water, then silence for a moment, and then she erupted out of the water and shrieked at him.

“You fucking asshole.”

Blood bent over and laughed. “What did you expect? You disrespected your man.”

Willow laughed and then used her arm to splash Blood, drenching him.

“Motherfucker!” Blood shouted.

Jana couldn’t believe it when Willow laughed. Did the woman have a death wish?

Kristina tapped her shoulder. “He would never hurt a hair on her head. They both just like fighting and then making up. It’s crazy, but it works for them.”

Jana chuckled.

Willow got out of the pool to make a run for it but only got a few feet before he snatched her up and over his shoulder again. Jana could hear them fight and then nothing.

Jana exhaled.

“Let’s get the kitchen cleaned up,” Meg said.

The group walked back into the house. With so many helping, the work was done within thirty minutes, and Jana couldn’t remember having such a good time.

“We usually either go outside by the bonfire or watch a movie in our family room,” Kristina told her.

“You have your own room?” Jana asked.

“We have to. I don’t want to be in the same room as the sluts,” Alicia said.

“Because of the sex?”

Charlie laughed. “No. Because they’re all bitches.”

“They’re mean to you?” Jana asked.

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