The black town car drops me at the end of the street. I do my walk of shame at five in the morning. I didn’t fuck Carlos, but I did give him a blowjob. He said we can ease into our relationship.
Bile has burned in the back of my throat since he took off his pants.
Disgust shrouds me as I choke back my tears. I never thought I’d be reduced to sucking another man’s dick for money. That’s basically what this is. I’m a glorified prostitute. I did what I had to more for my club than Archer. I need Carlos to trust me. And to gain his trust I had to play his game. Suck his cock and pretend to like it.
I enter the house. The front door is unlocked and the Tv is turned up loud.
Archer must be in bed. Guess he can sleep peacefully now that I saved his ass.
I grab a bottle of vodka off the counter and chug in a poor attempt to forget.
I hear a noise coming from down the hall. At first, I think maybe Archer is on the phone or has the other television on, but the closer I get to the closed bedroom door, the more a bad vibe creeps over me.
Like maybe he has someone in there with him.
“I fuckin’ knew it,” I mutter and suck in a beath. Every nerve in my body is frayed. I don’t want to believe it but here we are. There’s no denying what I’m hearing.
“Oh yes,” I hear the dirty cunt moaning.
“You like that? Love this big cock, don’t you?” He growls.
Knots twist in my stomach. My blood boils as my rage continues to build, bubbling in my veins like pure venom. I just lowered myself to being a fucking whore for this piece of shit. Archer’s baseball bat he normally keeps at the bar is conveniently placed outside the bedroom door.
I kick the bedroom door open and there they are. My best friend and the man I thought I could maybe tolerate going at it. Fucking like rabbits. “I trusted you,” I scream at them before bringing his baseball bat down on his spine. “I’m going to kill you!”
“Ow,” Archer howls, his back bowed as he rolls away from the one person I’m most upset with. Gia. My best friend since we were seven.
The sting of betrayal burns behind my eyes. An inferno sweeping through me leaving all love I ever had for her nothing but ash. I treated her like a sister. Gave her a place to live when her husband left her. Sponsored her when she wanted to prospect for the Royal Harlots MC.
“I’m sorry.” She throws a hand up to shield her face.
I want to hit her. To hurt her. Claw her eyes out and curse the day I ever let her into my life, but I don’t.
Archer goes for his clothes, but I get to them first. “No need to cover up on my account. I think everyone here has saw your dick.” I swing the bat at his head, but he ducks and rushes me full force like a linebacker.
I go down hard. He’s a big guy. That’s one reason I felt safe with him. I thought he was like a teddy bear. Rough in the looks department but cuddly and sweet on the inside. Was I ever wrong. He fooled me once. Shame on him. He fooled me twice. My mistake. There won’t be a third.
“Stop acting like a crazy bitch.” He pins my arms over my head, looming over me, keeping me in place with his weight.
“Get off me.”
“That’s not what you were saying the other night.” He grins and I want to throw up. I can’t believe I ever let him touch me let alone fuck me. Fat bastard.
I stare at him wanting to feel anything other than pure hatred, but I’ve got nothing else. I sucked another man’s dick to protect him.
I close my eyes as his hold on my wrists tightens. Images of Carlos grinning at me as I gagged on his dick flash in the back of my mind. My tears threaten to return. Not because I’m sad. No. I’m royally pissed off. Get me mad enough to cry you better fucking watch out.
“Get the stick out of your ass and we can make this a three-way. No need to be jealous. There’s plenty of me to go around.” He pumps his hips, rubbing his dick over my crotch.
I grind my teeth and let out a bitter laugh then I headbutt the bastard square in the nose. Pain like I’ve never felt before, pulses in my temples and behind my eyes as Archer curses but fuck him.
Once I regain my senses, I knee him straight in the balls and he falls wayside with blood streaming from his nostrils as he cups his balls.
“You’re going to regret that, you stupid bitch.” I spit at him. “You cunt.” He comes for me again only Gia jumps on his back naked as the day she was born and starts beating him in the back of the head.
“Don’t you touch her.”
“I don’t need you to stick up for me, bitch,” I hiss and get up from the floor while they wrestle like naked idiots. Fuck’em. They can have each other. I turn my back on them and swing the bat at the pictures on the walls, breaking his shit, aiming for his sports memorabilia, carving a path of destruction as I walk out on them both. I stop outside by his truck. His precious truck that I recently paid to have new tires put on. I grab my riding gloves from my pocket and put them on. I look back at the house then to the truck. I toss the bat to the grass and go behind the seat for his tire iron. “Perfect.”
The passenger side mirror takes the first hit followed by the door.
The sound of a headlight shattering has me cackling like a loon. Man, this is cathartic.
“Jesus, Karma. What the fuck? That’s my truck.” Archer stands in the doorway in his underwear tugging at his curly black hair.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you the golden rule? Never fuck with a Harlot.” I bring the tire iron down on the windshield until I hit a pressure point and the grass crackles, a spider web weaving across the expanse of the dashboard.
“I’m gonna call the cops on your psycho ass.”
“Do it. Call them. Tell them what a pathetic, lazy piece of shit you are. Tell them about the cocaine in your sock drawer while you’re at it.”
I grab the bat and hold it against my shoulder as I strut my ass down the driveaway. He’s lucky I didn’t have any matches, or I would burn the fucking place down. I drop the bat in the trashcan at the end of the driveway.
I climb on my black sportster to ride out.
I drive straight to the bar. I need a drink or ten. I don’t care that it’s early. I don’t give a fuck about anything but numbing my brain and my stupid god damn heart. I always chalked the playfulness between Gia and Archer up to harmless flirting. He used me. They both did. I bet they are having a good laugh about it now. While I was offering myself as a bargaining chip to save his ass, he was banging my best friend. What kind of lousy fuck does something like that? I use my key to the back door of Buzz’s and bypass the security code. Mona won’t mind. I only wonder how she will react to what Carlos shared with me and what he asked me to do. More than that though I need to know if his words held any weight. Are the RHMC skimming off the top? Is Mona behind it? I wouldn’t exactly blame her, but we shouldn’t be in bed with the prick in the first place. Now I am literally sleeping with the enemy.