Deeds: Broken Deeds MC (9 page)

Turning around I snuggle back against him. I feel his arm tighten around my waist and as he places a soft kiss on my neck.

“Damn right,” he whispers.

***Deeds***

With the party in full swing, it’s starting to get rowdy in here. I hope to God they don't crush Lynn. Don’t get me wrong, I have faith in my woman but shit, they'll do anything to test her loyalty. And they will go after her even harder cause she's
my
ol'lady, the Prez’s ol'lady.

For now, she's sitting on my lap and she isn’t going anywhere. I have my arm tight around her waist and I'm planning on keeping it that way the whole fucking night. Well, maybe not the whole night, if she doesn't stop wiggling her ass I'll grab it and drag her into a room. And then my cock will find a whole different way to make that ass wiggle. Fuck! I need to distract myself, and fast.

She taps my arm to let me know she wants to stand up. “I need to pee. Lemme go.”

“You need some help, Hotlips? Can I watch?” Her face scrunches up and it makes me chuckle. Letting my hand fall from her waist, I give her ass a quick squeeze. “Hurry back.” She stands up and I watch hips sway as she walks away.

From the corner of my eye, I catch Alex stepping into the bathroom right after Lynn goes in. I really hope the bitch minds her own business, but again, I have faith in my ol’lady. If there’s one woman who can handle a bitch like that, it’s Lynn.

Goffa approaches the table and sits across from me. He shoves a bottle of beer my way. He leans over to tell me something and just as I’m about to take a swig of my beer,  we’re interrupted by screaming. The noise coming from the bathroom is louder than the music coming from the speakers. Goffa shoots me a questioning look as I raise my eyebrow. Seeing as Alex just followed Lynn into the bathroom, even a donkey would know it’s those two having a standoff.

One thing is clear; guys don’t ever interfere in arguments between bitches. So even though I’m itching to stand up and smash my way through the bathroom door, I keep my ass planted. The screaming ends, and a few seconds later the door swings open.

Lynn saunters out of the bathroom like a fucking screaming contest hadn’t just happened, and by the fake smile plastered all over her face, I can tell it was a nasty run-in.  Alex comes rushing up from behind and as she catches up with Lynn, she leans in to whisper something in her ear. Lynn’s eyes widen and a flash of shock washes over her face before it’s replaced with anger. Alex smiles like a cat that got the cream and brushes past Lynn.

I watch as Lynn stretches her leg out just a tiny bit, tripping Alex, who tumbles to the ground. She stalks over to where Alex landed, who is pushing up to her hands and knees. Clearly shocked from what Lynn just did, she has her mouth open, presumably to speak, before my ol’lady interrupts.

“This, right here, that’s what you’re good for. Ass up and mouth open, on your hands and knees. Think again before you insult an ol’lady, especially the Prez’s ol’lady. That shit is not acceptable. I might be a bitch, but you’re a cunt. I call it as I see it, and you ain’t worth shit except for free pussy. Now run along and put that cunt to good use.”

Lynn walks straight to me and sets that tight ass right back on my lap where it belongs. She acts like nothing happened but Alex hasn’t moved. She is still on her hands and knees, in shock because no other bitch in this clubhouse has ever dared to step up to her before. She’s got another thing coming if she’s thinking she can overpower Lynn.

My chest swells with pride and so does my dick. I can’t get over how well Lynn handled herself. My woman is taking over and putting her foot down. Alex needs to watch it, or she’ll be squashed beneath it.

My lips find my woman’s neck and as I nip and suck she tilts her head a bit, giving me better access. My mind trails back to what just happened. Was that another test? I pull back and I look Goffa in the eye.

“Alex part of the testing?”

He shakes his head. Goffa never even looks in my direction since his vision is still on Alex, who is just now climbing back to her feet. “Nah man, but she sure as hell changed our plans. Damn, it was my turn to test her loyalty too! Fuck! Why the hell haven’t you gotten your property patch yet, Lips? End of the fucking line, you’re loyal to the fucking bone. I mean, you’re right there and yet you seem to fight it for whatever fucked-up reason. What gives, huh?”

Lynn takes her eyes off of Alex and looks Goffa in the eye. “None of your business G. Bring on the fucking testing, I’ll fucking pass every single one.” She glances back at Alex and chuckles at the fact that Alex is glaring right at us. “Throw in the bitches too, Goffa, I think Alex is ready for round two. In fact, I’ll fight every last one of ya.”

I tighten my arm around her waist. “That cunt needs to show some respect. If she can’t, she’s out, Goffa. I ain’t tolerating that shit in here, we clear?”

My VP nods in agreement as my brother walks over to bring a new round of drinks to the table. He sits down next to Goffa and looks at Lynn. “Any ideas yet on the case? Any questions?”

Lynn turns her head and just glares at Broke for a few seconds. Reaching over, she snags a beer, lifts it to her mouth and drains half the bottle. She slaps it back on the table and addresses Broke. “I could still kick you in the balls, you know this, right?”

My brother nods as the corner of his mouth lifts up. Smart man for keeping his mouth shut. He just agrees and this fact soothes her.

“I’m waiting on some things.” she says. “Before I share my opinion, I want the whole picture in my head to fit. Then I tell Deeds. You okay with that?”

Again he just nods, takes his beer and turns his attention to me. “How’s that new gym working out for you? Areion Fury got a nice setup, or what?”

I smile when I think back to the last time I was there. “Yeah, it’s perfect. I’ll get back to it next week. These next few days I’ll be doing my workouts right here. You should join me tomorrow so I can get back to kicking your ass.”

My little brother looks shocked. Never in a million years would he have expected me to ask him to train with me. I know I’ve been out of it ever since I got kicked out. Kicked out meaning I compromised. There are only a handful of people who know the real truth behind my disqualification. My brother is one of the few and it needs to stay that way.

Thank fuck he knows the real reason and with it my lack of hitting a real person ever since. I need this part of my life back. Especially now. I need to be there for my woman, I need to be at the top of my game, from every angle.

Not that I’m slacking or anything, it’s just that… I only workout. Alone. That’s it. No more fighting. But with that fucker hurting my woman, I feel the need to get back at it. I need to kick some ass. Not literally, but the rush of adrenaline that fighting gives is what I crave. It’s completely different from working out alone.

“Name the time, brother. I’ll be there.” His smile brightens like a five year-old on Christmas morning. Damn, I love my brother.

“Seven. That’s when I start my run and training follows right after. I’ll be around the house since I don’t want to leave Lips alone.” I pinch Lynn’s ass. “Get up, I need to take a piss. Want something else to drink when I come back?”

She lifts her tight little ass off my lap and bends over the fucking table so I can slide out of the booth. Except I don’t slide out and just grab her ass with both hands. Fuck! I could rip off those pants and fuck her right here while she’s face forward, eyes on my VP and my brother.

She makes me fucking crazy. Now she wiggles her ass as if she knows what I’m thinking. My hands drop before I do something none of those fuckers need to see. Before I take two steps, I hear Lynn call out, “Could you bring back tequila? I’d love a shot, or two, or hell maybe even three. Whatever, bring the bottle!”

Walking past Muffler, I take a moment to watch what he’s doing. He’s throwing fucking ninja stars into a dartboard. Except they’re not really stars, more like deadly little triangles. Sharp little fuckers. He’s playing with one but I bet if I flipped him upside down and shook real hard, a bunch of them would fall to the floor. He’s creepy that way. Nothing creepy about his aim, though. That’s dead-on.  No matter how drunk or what angle he throws, it’s bulls fucking eye, every damn time. Definitely a man I like on my side. 

Coming out of the bathroom, I grab the bottle of Tequila and a few shot glasses. Mila is sitting next to Lynn and her ol’man. Puk, is sitting on a chair next to Broke. When Lynn sees me, she bends over the table again. This is gonna be one of those nights. I hope it’s a short one so I can grab that ass and fuck it the second it’s over the doorstep of our fucking house.

Broke takes the bottle, fills a shot and slides it to Lynn. “Here you go, sis.” She glares at him again but picks up the shot. She throws it back and places the empty glass on the table. She doesn’t even flinch at the burn that must be sliding down her throat.

“Can I have another one of your peace offerings?” She points to the glass that he needs to fill as she wiggles her ass in my lap. “No wait, you know what? Let’s play a game. If you win, I forget aaaaaall about that shit you pulled.”

Broke chuckles but I can see he’s trying to get back on her good side. “And what if you win? What then, huh?”

I just know she gives him a huge smile. I can’t see her face, but I can tell she’s being devious by the sound of her voice. “Well then you’re fucked, because you’d be my bitch for a week.”

“What the ever-loving fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re such a little chicken that you need to know in advance? We haven’t even decided on the game but you’re ready to hear what you have to do when you lose. Guess what, bro? Game on. You, me, shots.” She looks around and her eyes find Muffler. “We’re gonna throw. The one closest to the bullseye doesn’t have to take a shot of tequila. The first one to fall on their ass loses.”

I’m about to put a stop to this madness when my brother agrees to her terms. They both stand up. As I reach to pull my ol’lady back onto my lap, Mila stops me with a hand on my arm. “Let her deal, Prez. She’s a tough one. I bet she planned out whatever she’s scheming. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? Fall on her ass and have a shitty day over a toilet seat tomorrow? Let her have her fun.”

Goffa fucking chuckles, puts his feet up, and grabs the back of his neck with both hands. He’s gonna fucking enjoy this. I know Mila’s right but I can’t just let this happen. My brother knows how to hold his liquor. I have no idea if Lynn can.

She walks up to Muffler but Broke takes the lead and asks Muffler for one of his triangle throwing stars. When he gets one, he holds it up to Lynn. “You wanna have the first throw?”

She shakes her head. “No, you go on so I can see how it’s done.” She gives him a wink and I smile. Oh, how I fucking love this woman. I can just take the same position Goffa has since I know Mila’s right. She’s fucking got this. I have a feeling Broke is going to get a taste of his own medicine. Getting tested, or rather… getting shitfaced while she kicks his ass.

Broke is feeling all the power as he throws the triangle near the bullseye. Muffler hands Lynn a triangle and I see her make an effort to take a pose. The triangle leaves her hand but never reaches the board. Hitting off the wall, it bounces back and falls to the floor.

Broke almost skips to the table to fill Lynn’s shot glass and takes it to her. She throws it back as Broke gathers the triangles. A crowd has formed around them, cheering after each throw.

Broke throws and again it’s close to the bullseye. Stepping aside, Lynn yet again makes a half-assed effort to pose. She motions a few times as if she is trying to go for a solid aim, but when the triangle leaves her hand, it hits the fucking wall again.

Goffa starts to laugh and so do I. I mean, come the fuck on! Doesn’t Broke see that she’s working very hard to fuck up her aim? Broke walks over to get Lynn another shot. He looks at me when he says.

“Oh, you’re laughing now. Just wait until you have to carry her drunken ass home.” My smile stays put. I’m not saying a word. Let the sucker figure it out on his own.

My woman throws back her shot of tequila as my brother yet again hits his triangle near the mark. This time Lynn takes her triangle, pulls her hand back and throws without looking. Straight in the fucking bullseye. She jumps up and down clapping her hands like she just won the lottery.

Yeah, right. Nice acting, I’m sure. She actually skips to the table, pours Broke a shot and walks back to give it to him. He throws it back, picks up the triangle and throws it. Lynn grabs hers and yet again throws without looking, again hitting straight in the center.

We all sit back and watch the cycle about eight more times. It’s only then that Broke stops and points an unsteady finger at Lynn while he slightly slurs. “You fucking playin’ me, cunt?”

Did he just say? Yeah, in the blink of an eye, the triangle is now pressed into Broke’s neck as Lynn says.

“What did you just call me?” Every eye in the clubhouse is focused on those two. I see a tick in Broke’s jaw, indicating his raging fury.

The next time we have church I will make damn sure it’s a point of discussion never to call my woman a cunt. Things could seriously go wrong at that point in time. This not being it, I hope.

Before I can get in between them, Goffa wraps his hand around Lynn’s and takes the sharp point out of Broke’s neck. “Tell the lady you’re sorry. We don’t use the C-word to address the Prez.’s ol’lady, now do we?”