Page 8 of Fang
“Oooh, Cami,” he calls out, his voice coming closer.
I know I’m not getting out of this without acknowledging him. I hate that men feel like we owe them something. That we have to give them whatever they want, otherwise we are the bitches.
Still, I don’t want to cause a scene, so I turn to face him as he jogs toward me, his friends following behind him at a slower pace.
“I don’t know why you keep trying, Zak. I didn’t sleep with you in high school, and I won’t sleep with you now. Give up.”
He laughs. “What are you hiding under those clothes? I mean, you learned how to bathe so you don’t stink anymore. Or maybe it’s a fish market down there and that’s why you wear so many layers. Which is it?”
“My body is mine to do what I want with it. I find it funny that you are the popular jock and yet you are so worried about what I’m doing with my body.”
“Oh, you know I’ve always wondered what it was like to fuck a mother and a daughter. I’ve fucked your mother more times than I can count. She’s a cheap, lousy lay too. Want to see if you can outdo her?”
I snort. “You wasted your money on that tired piece of pussy? Didn’t realize you were so hard up. Better go get checked out. Barbara once had the clap and gonorrhea in the same week. Good luck with all that.”
I turn and stalk off as he stutters. He was thinking his words would hurt me. In the past, they would have, but not anymore. I’m not in Barbara’s home anymore. She can’t hurt me here physically or mentally. So if he wants to fuck her, that’s good on him. I meant what I said, though. Barbara isn’t exactly clean, so he might want to get himself checked.
I’m walking toward the parking lot to my first splurge with my new job. My 2013 Toyota Corolla. It’s not much. Just a cheapcar from the used lot with far too many miles on it, but it’s mine. If anything ever happens, I will always have this.
I open the back door, tossing my bag inside. I have a few hours before my first class, so I can go to the grocery outlet and grab some small snacks. I have about two hundred dollars left, but I should save it for next month’s payment.
The roar of a motorcycle in the distance has my hair standing on end.
Could it be him?
I hate that my first thought is of Fang. I’ve met many of the bikers, yet it’s always him I think of when I hear one.
It’s probably because we don’t get along too well. He likes to exude his power over us at the club while I like to talk back to him. I had my voice silenced once, I won’t do it again.
The roar gets closer, causing me to look up at the street. Could they be coming this way?
I can tell when they stop at a light, then the engine screams as they take off down the street. I’m leaning on my car, the need to see the rider causing me to pause my movements. As soon as they are in my eyeline, I deflate.
It’s not Fang.
It’s not even another Lotus.
It’s a Noche Oscura. They aren’t bad guys. They come into the club too, but I feel a sense of loyalty to the Lotus. Probably because I dance for them.
Shaking the feelings away, I climb into my car and turn it on.
Yeah, that has to be it.
“Are we ready to start the meeting?” I ask Loyal.
He nods. “Savage is already in there waiting. What took you so long?”
I sigh. “Two of the club girls got into a fight as I was leaving. Had to squash that shit quickly.”
He laughs. “You were so excited to take on the club. Is it all you thought it would be?”
Truth is, I didn’t want the club per se. I just knew Loyal didn’t, so I took it. Savage would have handled it if no one else wanted to, but I wouldn’t let my pres do that either.
So I took it on.
I rebuilt it from the ground up, even going as far as renaming it Boudoir, hoping to draw a more classy crowd.
“It’s as good as it can be,” I tell him, patting his shoulder as we walk into the room. “Why don’t you stop by and visit the girls? They would fall over themselves to take a piece of you. Young, handsome, and that baby face? You wouldn’t even have to pay them.”
