Page 82 of Tinsel & Chrome

Fuck me!

It’s that girl from the strip club, Ember.

“Fuck, here comes trouble,” I mutter, resting my hands on my waist.

I stare at the girl striding straight at me, swaying her hips. She’s all curves, curves that I know. I look at her eyes; yeah, she's up to no good.

I can see it in her mischievous eyes and that smile.

Fuck, but she’s fucking hot!

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Emberly

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We get out of my lifted black and chrome Dodge truck. It’s a jump down, and no one messes with me. I adjust my hair and skin-tight jeans. I look at the group of bikers setting up the tent on the other side of the parking lot.

“Oh my, look at those hot bikers,” Marie hums, crossing her arms.

“Fuck, those are the bikers that we’ve been messing with,” Amber says.

I look at the huge fucker that looks so damn hot. Hell, yes, it’s Frosty. His Brothers are joking and looking at us, but not that fucker.

Now, game on.

I love challenges, and this is one I intend to

“Bitches, the tall biker is mine! I’m calling dibs! You know that he’s mine,” I laugh, tossing my hair back.

“Bitch, you’re always calling on the best one. I thought you would give us a chance with him,” Janet scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Not in this lifetime, bitches,” I say, shaking my head.

“I call dibs on the one with the man hair bun; that’s hot,” Heather says, gathering her long blonde hair.

“Okay, let's get them,” I say, turning up my lips.

We start walking across the parking lot, and I’m focusing on Frosty. I’m not going to lie; I’m fucking elated to get to talkto Frosty. I’m not going to waste this opportunity to make him mine.

“Look who’s coming,” Marie whispers.

“It’s your Dad,” Amber says.

“Hold up, Ember,” Dad says, walking up to me.

Fuck!

I look at Frosty, and then I look at Dad.

“Your Dad looks pissed,” Heather says, standing next to me.

“Hell, this doesn’t look good. The bikers look pissed,” Marie whispers.

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