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“Hell yes.” He looks at me. “There is no way I’m leaving here tonight.”

I shake my head. I don’t know what the hell he is so worried about. I find Tracie at the bar. “Hey, girl! You’re on time! That’s a plus you have when compared to most of these girls.” She shows me around the club. Where they keep stock, employees’ lockers, and everything like that. “So listen, we both know you have a sassy mouth and while I love it, you can't let it loose here. Trust me when I say there are always a couple of our boys here and no one will let some asshole touch you, but you might have to take some shit. You go spouting off to some of these guys and it might end badly. You got me?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Alright, aside from that I think you’ll do great.” She looks over at where Twisted is sitting. “You must have a magic pussy, girl, because that boy has never even looked twice, much less gone back for seconds.” She shakes her head and laughs before walking away.

Holy shit. I thought I had a big mouth.

Nikki

Today is the day we leave for Lizzie’s wedding. The whole thing feels really strange to me honestly.

Twisted and I have been living this pseudo normal life for the past week and a half. I’ve been working a few nights at the bar and I really like it. Staying with him was an…adjustment. I laugh as I remember the first night he came home after we had settled in.

I’m sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels as the door opens. Twisted walks through, tossing his stuff onto the counter and looking over at me.

“Hey.” He walks over to the couch, his mouth instantly connecting with mine. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving.”

I quickly pull away from him. “Excuse me?”

“Dinner? You know that thing people eat at night.” He laughs and moves in for another kiss but I duck and stand up.

“Oh and let me guess you assumed because I was a woman you’d come home and shit would just be ready? Maybe I’d be waiting by the stove in a cutesy little apron, dress, and heels. Waiting to serve you?” I cross my arms and laugh. “This is not 1950 and I am not June Cleaver. Unless you want a box of mac and cheese, you better adjust that whole expectation. And even if you want that mac and cheese, you know where the damn pots are better than I do.”

We argued for a while before making up and then deciding on ordering pizza. I feel like that’s the basis of our relationship. He doesn’t seem to get that I’m not the kind of girl that he can order around or the one who will fit into the ideal he had built into his mind. I enjoy it though. It’s fun to get under his skin.  

“We gotta leave soon!” He shouts from the other room.

“Okay!” My nerves are horrible. I’ve never flown before and I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t scare the shit out of me.

My anxiety is at an all time high right now. As of today I only have a month left. I’ve been trying not to think about it. Trying to push it out of my mind, but it's nearly impossible. My dad hasn’t asked to meet me again, which is good. The only thing that makes me nervous is that if he tries to call me when we are away, my phone will be off. I pray he doesn’t because he’ll be pissed if I don’t answer him.

I grab my bag and walk out of the bedroom. Twisted is on the phone, I’m assuming with one of the guys. He has been asking me almost daily to come to the club with him and I keep telling him no. It’s pissing him off. Each time he asks and I reject the idea, I see his irritation grow. I know sooner or later he won’t accept my no. I refuse to go there. They stand for everything I hate. The difference with Twisted is that he’s never spoken to me the way I saw my mom treated. As much as he bosses me around he still respects me, and that’s something she never had.

It still amazes me that this thing is working with him. If you would have told me that I’d find myself living and being in a pseudo relationship with a biker, I would have told you that you were batshit crazy. He isn’t like the men she used to chase though, there is something different and I’m really not sure what it is. Maybe it's the same thing that drew me to him that first night we met, the thing that made me want to take a chance on him.

Twisted turns to me, “Let’s get out of here.” The irritation in his voice is evident.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just club shit.” He grabs my bag from me before scooping up his and walking outside.

Club shit. Basically none of my damn business. Whatever, that’s for the better. I shake my head, following him and hoping that he isn’t in a pissed off mood the entire time. I follow him out to see one of the prospects waiting to take us to the airport. Those poor boys are like damn slaves. I feel bad for them sometimes.

The ride to the airport is quiet and the fact that he’s pissed off is putting me in a bad mood. We get through check-in and security and have about fifteen minutes to spare until we are supposed to board. He is still stuck in his own head, brooding and looking like someone just killed his puppy. I shake my head, letting out a groan before storming off and heading to the bathroom.

It’s exhausting having him be as moody as a woman. I don’t even have to go to the bathroom, I just needed to get away. Standing in front of the mirror, I fix my hair before bracing my hands on the sink, closing my eyes, and taking a few deep breaths. When I open them, I almost scream. Twisted is standing behind me, his eyes focused on me. I turn toward him quickly. “What the hell are you doing in here?” He doesn’t say anything. His hands grip mine and pull me toward a stall. “Oh hell no. Don’t think you’re just gonna—” His hand clamps down over my mouth as his arm wraps around me, pulling me tight against him and into the cramped stall.

He backs me against the door closing it in the process. “I don’t know what crawled up your ass since we left, but we are going away to have a nice time. I want the bitch to stay here.”

Rage fills every inch of my body as I bite down on his hand. He winces, pulling it away from my mouth. “What has me pissed off is you acting like a damn woman on her rag,” I say in a yelling whisper, which is surprisingly hard.

His eyes narrow at me. “Watch it, firecracker.”

“Or what?” I cross my arms.

His hands grab mine, pinning them beside my head. “Or I’ll take you right here and fuck the bitch out of you.”

My eyes widen at his statement. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try. Me.” His words hit my neck, heating the skin beneath them, sending chills down my skin.

I shake it off, trying to get a hold of myself. “You done with trying to show me how big your cock is yet? Or do you need to assert your damn ego some more?”

“I warned you babe.” Before I know what’s happening, he releases my hands, taking the bandana out of his pocket. “I’m gonna enjoy this.” He takes my wrists, quickly tying them in a knot with the fabric. “You’re lucky I don’t have a second one for that damn mouth of yours.” He turns me around quickly before his hand comes down, smacking my ass and I bite my lip, holding in the yelp. “Now be a good girl and keep quiet.”

I pull at the bandana on my wrists but it’s tight. “Twisted, you need to—”

“Babe, I can find something for your mouth if you don’t listen.” His hands pull my jeans down quick, landing another smack on my ass.
I’m gonna kill him.
“Now be a good girl before we miss our flight.”

His hand reaches down and cups my pussy, pushing two finger into me as I moan. His lips press against my neck as he whispers in my ear. “Remember what I said about being quiet; we get caught, we are definitely missing the plane.”

I hear his belt being undone and I can’t believe he is doing this to me right now. The sound of plastic being ripped fills the small space.

“This is gonna be quick, babe. It isn’t for fun. This is to remind you that no matter what kind of independence you think you have…” he cups me again, “…this is mine. You are mine.”

He removes his hand, thrusting into me hard and I swallow the moan that wants to spill out of my mouth. His hands grip my hips and he begins to fuck me. It’s wild and uncontrolled. He’s right though, it’s different. His hands don’t play with my nipples. They don’t go in search of my clit, nothing like our usual sex.

I feel him start to tense behind me when I’m nowhere near any kind of any orgasm. He wouldn’t. He groans behind me. He did.

I feel his tongue lick a line down my neck, causing my entire body to shake.

“Attention passengers, we will now begin boarding flight 183 to Ocho Rios, Jamaica. Please make your way to the gate now,” the announcer says over the loudspeaker.

Twisted pulls out of me and I can hear his belt once again. I’m frozen in shock at what just happened. The bastard actually had the nerve to tie me up in a damn bathroom stall, fuck me, and not give me a damn orgasm.

He must not know the vengeance of a woman scorned, but he will.

His hands pull at the knot in the bandana freeing mine and I yank my jeans up, not even acknowledging his presence. As we walk out of the bathroom, almost no one even realizes that we come out together.

Standing in the boarding line, he dips his mouth close to my ear. “Don’t be mad, firecracker.”

I turn toward him, plastering a sweet smile on my face. “I’m not mad. You warned me and you’ll just have to finish the job when we get to the hotel.” I place a kiss on his lips and he smiles at me.
That’s right, keep thinking you won. Asshat.

We make our way through boarding. I get a window seat, which makes me happy, Twisted takes the middle seat and next to him is an older woman. This shit just gets even better. It takes so long to load the plane, but finally we start to pull away from the gate.

My hands grip the armrest between us as we rise into the air. The plane hits some turbulence, causing it to shake, and I start praying to any God that will listen to my sinful ass. That’s when Twisted puts his hand over mine. He takes it, placing it in his lap and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I look over at him, surprised by his unexpected offer of comfort. These times are rare with us, the gentle regular couple times. The last time it felt like this was the night when I told him about my dad. Him doing this right now almost makes me feel bad about my plan. Almost.

Things finally even out and I feel like I can breathe again. The attendants start coming around, and I work hard to try and hide my smile. “Can I get y’all something to drink?”

Twisted opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt him. “I’m just gonna have a water, but can I get a whiskey for my friend here? The doctor just told him that he has herpes and crabs. He’s kind of upset ’cause now he can’t use the pools and stuff on vacation because he’s still contagious.”

The flight attendant and older woman look at him with horrified expressions.

Twisted turns to me, his face beet red with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Checkmate.

Bitch.

Twisted

For the first time in my life I might be speechless. I stare at Nikki, not knowing if I want to kill her or pat her on the back for a job well done. The guys and I are always ragging on and screwing with each other and none of them have ever gotten me this good. The only thing I do is shake my head.

The smile on her face is huge as she relishes in her victory. She winks at me as she continues to laugh. “Next time, don’t mess with me, buddy.” She pats me on the knee before sticking her headphones in her ears and relaxing back against the seat.

I can’t look away from her. Every day since I’ve met her there has been one question I just keep repeating to myself.
Where the hell did this woman come from?
I have met girls with attitude. I mean, Tracie is like one of us. I’ve never met anyone like Nikki. She is herself twenty-four seven and completely unapologetic about it.

I was nervous about her working at the bar at first because of her mouth and I could see some of the guys not finding it as sexy as I do. She’s been biting her tongue like Tracie told her to, though and she had been working out great. I can’t be there all the time when she is working but since the guys know I claimed her, I always have an eye on her.

The other day some of the guys from our ally club, Hades Soldiers, got into a drunken fight with some assholes. They were apparently running their mouths and the brothers decided that they would show them a lesson. I had just been walking in at the time and when I saw the brawl going on, my first instinct was to look for Nikki. I found her standing on the bar with Tracie, the two of them pointing and laughing at the idiots getting their asses beat. The rest of the girls we had working there had all gone running and screaming for the backroom, but not my girl.

Saying those words resonates with me. Before I met Nikki, I had no want or need for an old lady. I was content getting a different piece of ass every night. The mention of having an old lady used to make me twitch as I imagined some nagging hag bitchin’ about where I was. I remember the one time I had been on a run last week and I was supposed to be back around noon. We hit some complications, and I didn’t end up getting in until almost nine. Lucy had been blowing up Jordan’s phone and all I could picture was walking into my apartment and having Nikki bitch about me not calling her.

My hand pauses on the doorknob. I swear I can hear the bullshit now. “Why didn’t you call?” “I was worried.” “Don’t you care?” After riding for hours I just want to come home and put my feet up. I might walk out if she starts spouting off. Jordan was basically dreading Lucy’s wrath when he got home. I told him he needed to grow a dick and tell her to shut up. All he did was laugh at me and tell me that’s easy to say when she holds the key to the pussy.

I open the door and see Nikki sitting on the couch. She smiles at me before walking over and giving me a hug. Shit, the calm before the storm. “Hey, how was the trip?” Placing a kiss on my lips, she walks back over to the couch, crossing her legs.

“Long. We hit some bullshit on the way back and got delayed.” Kicking off my boots, I grab a beer out of the fridge.

“Yeah, I could tell. I would have texted you but I figured you guys were probably busy. I ordered a pizza earlier and there are leftovers on the counter if you want some.” She smiles at me before looking back toward the TV.

I stand there a minute waiting for it. For the complaints, the questions, everything they all told me to expect coming home nine hours late. Nothing. “What’s the catch?”

Nikki looks back at me, her eyebrows scrunched together. “Catch?”

“Yeah. You’re supposed to be bitching and nagging me. Givin’ me hell for being late and not telling you.” I wave my hand in the air as if I’m stating the obvious.

“Yeah, ’cause that’s totally something I would do.” She stands up, walking toward me. Her hands wrap around my neck. “Was I worried? Yeah. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not the nagging type. I knew if you were late on a run it was probably for good reason and me bothering you would have only distracted you. Would it have been nice to get a call? Yeah. Am I gonna spend the rest of the night whining about it? No. I’d rather spend the rest of the night screaming, if you know what I mean.” Her eyes trail toward the bedroom.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” I pick her up by her ass, carrying her to the bedroom and kicking the door closed with my foot.

The guys didn’t believe me when I said she didn’t give me any shit. I look over to see the ocean and the pilot comes on the speaker telling us we are going to be landing. I nudge Nikki’s arm. “Hey, we are almost there.”

She wakes up with a jolt and seems to be checking herself over in a frenzy. I look at her in complete confusion. “What did you do to me when I was sleeping? Huh? What kind of stupid revenge do you have planned?”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “No revenge, yet. Although that shit did earn you a thorough spanking later.” I scrape my teeth over her ear and she shakes beneath me.

This week will be epic.