Page 100 of Brandishing Beginnings

I drove myself to the party at the clubhouse. I didn’t like having to rely on the guys for a ride, especially if they started drinking andcouldn’t take me home. Lots of party nights they hosted out of town clubs, which made it impossible for them to leave. My work schedule was always funky, so I didn’t always want to spend the night, knowing I wouldn’t get a good night’s rest.

The clubhouse in downtown Creekton was run down and lit up like the fourth of July. Patched bikers were milling around the main parking lot and down the sidewalk. Music blared from speakers inside and scantily clad women walked around in sky high heels. I didn’t usually feel out of place, but tonight with my mood, I really wasn’t feeling this place.

I hadn’t heard from my guys all day. Nothing past the text from Marcos, telling me to be at the party that night. From the looks of things, there were a couple out of town clubs in town. It always made me uneasy when other clubs were in town and I walked through the clubhouse alone.

I still wasn’t inked with the guys’ names—something that was a slight contention in our relationship. I didn’t see what the big deal was, they felt like it was a marriage proposal, so they weren’t there yet.

Another thing, I might have to reevaluate in our relationship.

Entering the clubhouse, I was hit with a wall of heat, that immediately made my stomach clench. Hot and sticky was the last thing I wanted to deal with tonight when I already felt like shit. I should just turn around and go home, text my guys that I didn’t feel well and call it a night. They could get over themselves.

Instead, I powered on, weaving through the maelstrom of bodies as I searched the room for my three men. It wasn’t long before I found them holding court around a pool table in the corner. There were a couple guys around them, joking around and playing pool as well, but the kicker, the real fucking kick in the stomach for me?

The blond bimbo that was hanging off of Marcos’s arm and his crooked ass smile as he stared down at her, entertaining her. Dressed in nothing but a string bikini top, and the shortest damn jean skirt I had ever seen, the bitch was looking for an easy fuck.

And Marcos was entertaining her. Allowing her to touch him.

Over my dead body.

At my absolute wits end, I stormed across the clubhouse barroom, not giving a flying fuck who I bumped into as I charged toward Marcos and the fucking whore hanging off his arm.

It happened fast, before Marcos could even realize I was there. I grabbed the bitch by a fistful of hair and yanked her backwards away from Marcos. Yells went up around us, but the blond turned on me, sneering, and pushed me away.

“Well, well, well. If isn’t the Psycho’s whore,” the woman spat. Her brown eyebrows didn’t match her hair—typical. “I hear half the club’s been between your legs.”

I growled at the skank. “Bet half the city’s been between yours.”

The skank tried to push me backward, but I stood my ground, waiting.

“Why would I, when I already have a man?” She chuckled softly, circling me. She kept her voice low so no one around us could hear.

I turned with her, never taking my eye off the bitch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Marcos crossing his arms over his chest as he took in the scene before him; Jason and Nico beside him, both men watching carefully.

“Maybe you’re familiar with him? He’s awfully interested in making you his play thing.” She laughed again.

I narrowed my glare at her as I froze up. I had a feeling I knew exactly where this was going.

“Caught on, did you? Yeah, Dax said he saw you today. Said you looked really nice, all frozen like a deer in the headlights at the grocery store… kinda like you are right now.”

Her little smirk set me over the edge. I growled, baring my teeth.

“Yeah, he said he can’t wait to kill your guys, so he can share your skanky body with his crew.”

The words barely left the bitch’s mouth, before I was charging her. I tackled her into the pool table, slamming her twig body hard against the graphite surface before I pounded her face with my fist. Hit after hit, I rained down on the stupid bitch, until I felt something give way beneath my knuckles. An orbital socket maybe?

Someone was screaming as hands grabbed me roughly, yanking me off the beat-to-shit whore on the table. A pool of blood spread around her head. She wasn’t moving. I didn’t care though. Iwrestled against the three guys pulling me away, until I was pulled out a fire exit and pushed into the cool night air of the parking lot.

Someone was still screaming. It took me a moment to realize it was me.

“Enough!” Marcos roared, getting in my face.

“Fuck you!” I roared back, pushing him in the chest. “Fuck you! Red! Fuck you, I’m done.” I backed away from him quickly.

“Maya!” Jason shouted, stepping toward me.

“I said Red. No. I’m done with this shit. So fucking done.” I shook my head, catching Nico watching me solemnly.

“Maya,” Nico murmured almost inaudibly.

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