Page 9 of Consequences

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Lex’s head snaps forward, and she levels him with a deathly glare that even makes Undertaker shiver. “You should.”

Defiance leaves and is immediately replaced with fear as Ron points to Undertaker, his goods confined to only one hand. “Him?”

“Worse,” Undertaker says. “He’s the President of our club. A group of real men. I’m not certain you’ve ever seen one before if you choose to dress like… that.”

“Don’t forget that her father and father-in-law are Original Ten,” Melanie says. “Founding members of the motorcycle club, in case you’re too stupid to put that together.”

Paling, Ron holds his hands up in surrender before remembering he’s naked from the waist down. He covers himself again and shakes his head. “Okay, this was just a joke that got really out of hand.”

“You’re familiar with things getting out of hand, aren’t you?” Melanie asks and runs her tongue over her teeth. “One minute you’re stroking along, and the next POOF! That thing completely disappears from the palm because it’s too fucking short.”

“Bitch, I will—”

“You will what?” Jace asks and towers over him. “That’smywoman, so what the fuck do you think you’re gonna do?”

He stumbles with his jeans at his ankles and tries to shuffle from Jace’s shadow. “Look, we don’t want any trouble. It was just supposed to be a harmless joke. I swear, I didn’t think she’d convince you to come here and harass me.”

“Oh, she didn’t,” Undertaker says. “We did that all on our own.”

“You told them where the party was?” he asks. “I knew you were a bitch the first time I met you.”

“You really like to call womenbitch, don’t you?” Lex asks. “You should be careful because a real bitch will show you the truemeaning of that word, and I don’t think you’ll ever be able to stay hard around a woman again when that happens.”

Ty pours himself a beer and tosses it to the ground as he spits it out. “What is that shit?”

“It’s… It’s light beer,” a man with hair that looks like a bird sits on his head stutters.

“Watching your figure, are you? My girl who counts her calories drinks better shit than that.”

“To counter your accusation,” Brock says with a chuckle, “how could she tell us the address when you gave her ours?”

Ron just stares like a deer in headlights, and Undertaker takes pleasure in it. For a tough talker, he clearly can’t handle it when he’s given what he dishes out. Clearly a coddled mama’s boy.

“Cat got your tongue?” Brock asks. “Igot the address. Did you know it’s easy to ping someone’s location from their cell phone these days? Oh, and, ladies, you might want to know he shares his location with his mommy. Who pays for his phone plan.”

“Aren’t you, like, twenty-five?” a hot redhead asks. “You share your location with yourmom? Oh my God.”

“He probably thinks he’ll get abducted or something,” another one calls out.

Jamie snorts. “He lives with her, too.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Jamie,” Ron snaps.

“I’ve had about enough of you using that word,” Lex says.

“Me, too,” Undertaker growls as he takes two quick strides to Ron and grabs him by the throat, lifting him up off of his feet. “That’s no way to speak to a lady.”

Dangling half-naked, Ron grips Undertaker’s wrists in an attempt to be released. “It was just a joke, okay?”

“Fuck with her again, and I’ll break your arms off and use them as toothpicks. Got it?”

He nods and stumbles backwards as he’s released. He manages to pull his pants up as he lies on the ground and says, “Got it.”

“He fucks with you again, you know where to find me,” he says to Jamie. “Now, make sure she gets home safely. If she has to contact me for a ride, or anyone else in here fucks with her, I won’t be very happy.”

“And he’s not one you want to make unhappy,” Lex says with a shrug. “Gimme your phone, Jamie.” Jamie does, her expression nothing short of awestruck, and Lex types on the screen. “Call me if you need anything.”

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