Page 37 of Not Your Romeo
Cane nodded.
“Call him in,” Griz smiled.
“Thank fuck,” I sighed.
Griz chuckled and clapped me on the shoulder, “Hey wait, what about the other one? We going to let him prospect or make him hang around?”
We were few in numbers. Everyone glanced around the table, and then Henny locked his good eye on me. He tipped his chin, and I nodded, “You know him a year or better, Cane?”
“Longer than that,” he scoffed.
“Fine, he can prospect.”
Chapter Sixteen
Better Hope She Can Fight
Roisin
I was calm by supper. When the ten o’clock news came on, however, and Ziggy still hadn’t made it home, I started to get irked again. Ten turned into midnight, and when I still hadn’t heard from him by one in the morning, I was furious.
I threw some cut-off shorts under his shirt and hauled my ass back out to the Viper. I threw rocks as I slung out onto the road and pointed the car toward the clubhouse. The street outside was full, and judging from the sound, I figured the gated part was just as packed. I locked the Viper and started toward the front door. A stocky fellow I’d never seen before eyed me as I approached.
“That’s my dad’s wife,” Sauce told him, drawing my attention to the shadows. “How’s it goin?”
“Great.” I dismissively answered, as I blew through the doors.
No one glanced toward the intrusion. They were all busy drinking and dancing. I stayed to the edge of the room and started toward a man with long hair and a Dirty Savage’s vest. He had a woman on his arm. The biker sitting opposite him had been at our wedding, he had another girl grinding on his lap.
“Griz, which one is your ol’ lady, though,” the man getting the lap dance pressed.
“I ain’t got no fuckin’ ol lady,” Griz answered him. “I got women who occupy my time, that’s all.”
Henny laughed, from somewhere I couldn’t see. “The motherfucker doesn’t even know their names.”
“I do know their names, Smartass. That one on Cane is Candy, on account o’ she is so sweet. And this one here is Dandy.”
“Fuckin’ Dandy,” Henny scoffed, with another round of laughter.
“Look at ‘em tits and tell me her name ain’t Dandy, goddamn it. Go on then,” Griz encouraged, while grabbing a handful of Dandy’s ass.
“You ain’t know their names! Quit it, fucker.” Henny howled, clearly drunk.
Ziggy laughed, too, and I realized he was sitting between Griz and Cane.
“I told you; her name is Candy.” Griz carried on before swiping the air, “Naw, I don’t fuckin’ know that gal’s name and I don’t rightly care what her government name is, you got me? This one here, though. We ended up being pulled over last week. I’m thinking that the county cop called her Miss Marlow, but I really wasn’t all that invested at the time. I figured if he was questioning her, his attention wasn’t on me. That was all I really gave a damn about.”
Cane laughed, and Candy arched. Her body contorted in a backbend that lowered her head until it was between Ziggy’s knees. The sight of her staring up at him did something to me. It was like someone summoned a demon I hadn’t even realized was lying dormant inside me. I shot forward, turning my body sideways as I zipped past Griz. I grabbed Candy by her narrow throat and landed a vicious blow to her upper mouth and nose area.
“She might be sweet, but if she’s gonna proposition my husband, the bitch better know how to fight!” I roared.
Ziggy’s legs snapped open wide at the sound of the crunch. Shock and confusion registered openly on his stubbled features, but his hands still scrambled to secure my arms when I drew back to hit him next.
Candy fled, and Griz howled with laughter. Ziggy ushered me through the growing crowd with impressive ease. I was so dead set on getting to Candy, I didn’t even realize that’s where we were heading until it was too late. Once we were in the side room, he let go long enough to close the door, giving me his shoulder momentarily.
I took full advantage of his underestimation of me, blessing his cheek as hard as I could when he turned back.
His eyes lit up, the warning in them as palpable as his silence. For a minute, I was scared of my own actions and unsure of what he’d do in response. It was too late to back out now, though; I was already balls-deep in this fight!
