Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

“You know, I think that is where you are wrong, sweetheart. You wanna know why?” he asked.

The girl batted her eyes at Pie. “Why?”

“Because I’m not into having sex with children who don’t know their tit from their asshole.” Pie hitched his chin toward me. “I know it might be hard for you to understand, but Bristol here is more woman than you will ever be. You wanna know why?” he asked again.

“She’s fat,” the girl spat. “Of course, she’s more woman than I am. Try fifty pounds more.”

Pie stood and shook his head. “You believe this?” he asked Frost.

Frost shrugged. “You know, my dad once said you can’t fix stupid. I’m starting to believe that he was right.”

I snorted and popped another fry into my mouth. I had heard all of this before. People weren’t nice to fat people. Same toxic words spewed at me, just delivered by some other person who thought they were better than me because of the way I looked.

Pie wagged his finger at Frost. “You know, I have heard Demon say that before.”

“Demon?” the girl piped up. “Is that his road name? Do you guys have road names?”

This girl was so clueless and dumb.

Pie smiled. “We sure do. Frost here got his name because he’s ice-cold to any woman that isn’t his ol’ lady.”

The girl glanced at Frost, and I saw her interest in him die. “Too bad.”

Frost shrugged. “I’m pretty damn happy about it.”

The girl huffed and turned back to Pie. “So what is your road name?”

“Pie,” he stated simply.

She tipped her head to the side. “Why do they call you Pie? You like to eat pie a lot?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Pie pointed at me. “Only her pie.”

I choked on my fry and sputtered. “What?” I wheezed.

“Why don’t you get out of here and try not to be so ugly and nasty?” Pie spat. “A pretty package means nothing, sweetheart, when you’re ugly as shit on the inside.”

The girl fell back into the car and yelled for her friend to drive. The four girls in the car shouted at each other, and I think I heard one of them yell that she didn’t want to leave until she got her ice cream.

My kind of girl. She knew the importance of Mr. Speed’s ice cream.

The car cranked up and shifted into reverse. Their tires squealed when they pulled out of the parking lot and into the road.

“Now that was fun,” Frost laughed. “I’m gonna have to tell Indy the new reason why my name is Frost.”

Pie shrugged. “I was shooting from the hip on that one.”

“Yeah, you were.” Frost nodded to me. “You okay?”

I shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Pie growled. “Bullshit like that is something you should never have to hear once, let alone again and again.”

“I am what I am, and that makes people mad.” I grabbed another fry and popped it into my mouth. “They have a problem with it; I don’t.”

Frost tipped his head to the side. “If people are nasty to you just because of the way you look, honey, then they aren’t anyone to know.”

I reached up and bumped fists with Frost. “Amen to that. My circle is teeny tiny, but it’s a good one.”