Page 56 of Scribe

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, Marlene.” Bailey smirked, shaking her head. “But I want the name of your plastic surgeon. He did a remarkable job. I want to shake the man’s hand.”

Shocked, Marlene stared at Bailey before she smiled. “He did, didn’t he?”

“Yep. I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to make you look so butt fucking ugly, you’d win the ugliest dog contest.”

“You fucking bitch,” Marlene growled.

Bailey chuckled, looking at Freyja, who was glaring at the bitch. “See how she talks to me and after I just gave her a compliment. No respect.”

“Bitch needs to learn her place,” Freyja sneered.

“Who’s the scaredy cat?” Bridget asked, cocking her hip and sliding closer to me. “What’s the matter, four-eyes? Too chicken to speak for yourself?”

Phoebe moved in front of us protectively. “Leave them alone, whore.”

“Just want to meet the new fucktoy Scribe’s sticking his dick into. Gotta say, he’s scraping the barrel with that one. Bitch looks frigid. He needs a real woman. Someone who can satisfy him.”

“How dare you?” my woman said, causing everyone around to stop and look at her.

Slowly removing herself from my lap, my woman got to her feet, walking right up to Bridget.

“What the fuck did you say, four-eyes?” Marlene growled.

“I said how dare you. What gives you the right to talk to me that way? You don’t know me, and I’ve never met you. Instead, you come in here and disrupt everyone’s evening with your classless attitude and filthy mouth. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Bridget doubled over, laughing. “Is this bitch for real?”

“Um, Bridget,” Pepper, the new girl muttered, taking a few steps back. “I think you might want to stop while you are ahead. Hi, Henley. How have you been?”

“Hello, Pepper. I’ve been good. Thank you for asking.”

Huh? Henley knew Pepper.

“I’d listen to the new girl, bitch,” Bailey said, walking over to stand next to Henley.

My sisters followed.

“Cupcake,” King groaned, shaking his head. “One night. That’s all I want.”

“Sorry, baby, but it ain’t gonna be tonight,” Bailey sneered, flexing her hands.

“Marlene.” Pepper trembled, looking around the room.

I wondered what she was looking for when she added, “You really don’t want to do this. Henley may look sweet, but she knows how to protect herself. I’ve seen what she and her sister can do. They don’t quit.”

“I’d listen to Pepper,” a firm voice said as Devlyn Never walked into the clubhouse with Frank and Pyro behind her.

For the first time since I’d known her, Marlene paled.

Marlene gulped. “Been a long time, Dev.”

“Yeah, not long enough,” Devlyn chuckled, ominously rushing Marlene before she hauled off and swung her fist, hitting her square in her nose. The audible crunch let everyone know Devlyn had just broken Marlene’s nose... again.

And that was all it took.

Bailey ran at Karen, taking her to the ground, wailing on her, as my sisters ganged up on Bridget. However, it was Henley that shocked me when she stepped up and roundhouse kicked Marlene in the stomach right before her sister grabbed a fist full of Marlene’s hair, walking her towards the bar before slamming her face against it.

King moaned, shaking his head as we watched the women kick the crap out of the whores. “Never thought I’d say this, but I think we need to reconsider having whores in the club. It’s becoming detrimental to their health.”

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