Page 138 of Dirty Salvation

"Go get 'em." Jed winked, grinning from ear-to-ear, she nodded her chin, slammed the bottle down and marched to the middle of the room, already Rider had clocked her movements and had risen his brow, in the process of shoving off the horny shrew, holding her by both arms, Zara couldn't hear what he was telling her, didn't care either, her tolerance for this had reached its limits. She'd put up with a lot, she'd keep her mouth shut about not poking her nose into the MC hierarchy that had nothing to do with her, but touching Rider blatantly in front of her face, that she wouldn't meekly crawl away from. This washerfucking business now.

She felt the boil of blood in her eyes. Pushing by one of the new bikers, Zara used her annoyed momentum to plow through the crowd, to step up onto one of the coffee tables littered with ashtrays and empty beer cans. Two fingers in her mouth, her whistle blistered the air and grabbed everyone's attention all at once. Not one for standing out in a crowd this would have ordinarily had Zara slipping back into the shadows not wanting to cause a disturbance. Fuck. That.

Not now. She was too pissed off glaring her annoyance at the older woman dressed in head to toe black, so skin tight Zara could clearly tell the woman was not wearing underwear.

It rhymed with hamel-moe

What a classy broad in mourning she was.

Take it easy, a small worried voice said in her head when every pair of eyes, Rider's included, hit her waiting for her to speak.

Nope, not this time. Screw that, I won’t be made a fool of.

She was already on top of the low coffee table; it was going in big or not at all. Zara wentallin all at once.

She narrowed vicious eyes for the woman ...Yeah, bitch, I’m looking at you right now. Shandi her name was. That was right. Fucking trampy Shandi. It suited her.

"Can I have your fucking attention. If you haven't noticed, the MC is going through something pretty damn serious right now. Having lost a great man last night, one of the nicest I ever met, but if you think you can use that excuse to slide your skank asses againstmyman, and I'm talking to all of you now that have tits." Zara's pulsing gaze slid over snickering bikers and found every female face in there, holding her stare so they knew she meant it.

"Let me set you on the correct path since all of you seem to be completely fucking blind to the facts. Or just plain dumb about it. Either way you’re pissing me off. You see him there?" She pointed a long finger towards Rider. Noticed his lips were twitching, his trained gaze alive with amusement. He widened his stance, winked at her, arms folded across his massive inflated chest, ignoring the needy-greedy woman at his side who was also staring at Zara. "I think you all know the president; you've probably even fucked him once upon a time." Snickers and guffaws went around the room again. Every set of biker eyes watching the show avidly now. "I don't care. What I give a flying fuck about is you disrespecting hehassomeone.Me. So, you can take this as your first andonlywarning I will give; Try to touch my man’s crotch one more time, you proposition him in any way, and I will drag you out of here personally by your slutty fucking hair and it'll be the last time you get through those doors.” Someone clapped.

Shandi's eyes narrowed, blazed with rebellion for being told what not to do.

That's right, come at me, bitch. Zara urged her silently, holding the stare with a bitchy one of her own. She'd only take so much and this was her hard limit.

"You can't talk to us like that, you don't own Rider or this club, you've only been here a minute! you'll be gone soon enough." As a comeback, it was weak. Zara smiled her supremacy.

Standing her ground her gaze pierced.

"And yet you all heard I just did. If you don't listen, that's on you. I warned you what will happen."

"I got fifty on Z-girl, who's in?" She didn't see which gruff voice was offering up money, but she loved the support nonetheless.

"What Zara says goes. You got it?" Rider's husky tone reached through everyone, commanding their attention. She felt it stroke her heart, backing her up against people he’d known much longer, going along with her claiming him.

“Yeah, sure thing, Rider." the agreement was echoed by the others and Shandi shuffled off to stand by an old guy toking on a cigar, he winked when he caught Zara looking at him.

But she found she was on a dictator roll when she called out to a young girl in skin tight jeans and an'I do it for bikers' T-shirt.I just bet she does.

"You, what's your name?

"Me? Marietta..." she was twirling a lock of dark hair around her finger and snapping gum, propped up against one of Rider's prospects.

"Right, Marietta, if you want to stay then you damn well do something useful for the club and in Tiny’s memory, unglue yourself from that boy. People are going to need food and lots of it once they start arriving for the wake, go back to the kitchen with Ellie over there and fetch a case of beers from the pantry, bring them out here and I'll find something else for you to do."

"Ye--yes ma'am. Sure thing." she moved quick. Maybe later Zara would ask her where she got those jeans from because they were gorgeous. She always did love rhinestones. For now, she stepped down from the table. Her stare found Shandi's. "And Shandi... you can collect the empty glasses from in here and take them over to Uncle Jed. Make yourself useful or go home. This is a party for Tiny, not a singles night hook up."

With that said, Zara moved through the crowd, bikers getting out of her way this time, winking and grinning at her. She’d well and truly put herself in the spotlight there.God. Hawk she saw was a glaring statue, leaning up against the bar, face unreadable, probably hated her more now she'd claimed hisBFFin public, but whatever, she was on an adrenaline rush she'd take him on as well.Maybe.

"Hot damn! Anyone else just got turned the fuck on by our motherfucking queen? or just me? daaaamn, that was smoking hot. Lucky Prez."

Rider growled a low warning shooting Preacher a dangerous glare. Preacher unfazed by the silent reprimand from his president only just threw his dark head back and laughed raucously.

Zara flushed and when she caught heated bad biker eyes her nipples immediately went really stiff. She could feel them chafing against her sweater. Claiming her man, putting covetous ho’s in their place had turned her on.Who knew.

Rider and his wild behavior showed to be rubbing off on her, she wouldn't have done that in her most avid of dreams once over. Now though ... she was living the biker life, it was dog eat nun … eh dog and she wasn't about to let herself get snapped up by anyone. Pumped full of vim and vinegar she headed back towards the kitchen, she wasn't lying when she said there was a lot to do. Tiny had been the predominant cook of the MC.

A hand caught at hers and she found herself flat against a wall, Rider all up in her business. Hot breath and heated eyes.

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