Knox's Stand (The Last Riders 3)

The crowd around them cheered when Stud finished off Dozer with a nasty kick to the face and he lost consciousness. The Destructors and the Blue Horsemen converged on Stud, slapping him on his back and laughing at how easily he had taken Dozer out.

“Fuck,” Sex Piston said, disappointed at the outcome of the brief fight.

“What?” Killyama questioned. “Don’t tell me you actually thought Dozer stood a chance?”

“I was hoping. I hate it that not one of our men can beat them,” Sex Piston stated, aggravated that the Destructors had lost every fight against the Blue Horsemen.

“I stand a better chance of beating them than any of our shitheads.”

Sex Piston agreed with Crazy Bitch.

“I don’t know why you don’t like them, they are a hell of a lot better looking than our men. There’s one or two of them I wouldn’t mind doing.” T.A. smiled at Bear who was standing at the edge of the crowd.

Sex Piston narrowed her eyes on her friend until she lost her smile. “You can’t fuck any of them. If one of us caves, then they’ll be expecting to get it off us all, and I’m not about to do any of them.”

“Me, either,” Killyama said.

Crazy Bitch, Fat Louise and T.A. looked unhappy at Sex Piston’s decision.

“Just because you’re pissed off at Ace, don’t mean we can’t get a little something,” T.A argued.

“I don’t think anything of Bear’s would be small, Stud’s either.” Fat Louise stared at Stud.

“Let’s get a beer,” Sex Piston said, turning away and walking through the crowd who had come outside to watch the fight. She actually felt kind of bad for the big man. He had been taking it pretty well that the Destructor’s had been turned into a charter of the Blue Horsemen, but then his bitch had been flirting with Stud half the night and he hadn’t been able to take it anymore. His jealousy had forced him to challenge Stud to regain her attention.

She blatantly ignored Stud and his men, going back inside to find a table. Crazy Bitch grabbed them all a beer as Fat Louise kept bugging them to take her to the new restaurant that had opened in town.

“I don’t want to go to Popeye’s,” Killyama said.

“Why not?” Fat Louise argued.

“Because if you like it, that’s all we’re going to be eating for the next year. I’m just going to nip it in the bud. You had us eating ’Taco Hut‘ so much we shitted burritos,” Killyama reminded her.

“I want to go...” Fat Louise’s mind was always on food.

Sex Piston drowned them out, drinking her beer as her eyes surveyed the clubhouse, seeing that Stud and his men were now at the bar. Bear’s woman was in his grill so tight a fucking crow bar couldn’t pry her off. Stud was ignoring the woman whose hands were all over him, but Sex Piston had no doubt that he would end up in one of the back rooms with her before the night was over.

So far he hadn’t fucked any of the Destructors’ bitches, keeping his cock at home with the Blue Horseman women that came riding in with them on the back of their bikes. The skank with the long blond hair and tight ass was his current fuck buddy, throwing angry looks from the stool next to Stud’s as the other woman made a play for him. Stud must be moving on to ignore his bitch while playing with another one in front of her.

Sex Piston knew how that shit burned; her own man had managed to get one of the other women in the club knocked up while they were on one of their breaks, making her look like a fucking idiot. The saddest part was she hadn’t cared. She was actually glad knowing that now she wouldn’t go back to him even if he begged her, and he had been begging, but she had her standards. She wasn’t about to come between a man and his baby’s mama.

“We need to talk,” Ace said, coming up to her table.

“No, we don’t,” Sex Piston said, finishing her beer.

“Summer doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Her having my kid isn’t going to change how I feel about you.”

“You don’t give a fuck about me or your dick never would’ve came out of your pants. We’re done. Now get the fuck away from me.” She stared back at him, ice dripping from her voice.

Joker came up beside his friend. “Crazy Bitch, let’s go home.”

“I told you last night I was done with your ass. Your shit better be out of my house before I get home or I’ll give it to Goodwill. I’m sick of supporting your lazy ass. Go find another bitch stupid enough to pay your fucking bills.” Crazy Bitch glared at her ex.

“I’m looking for a job,” Joker whined.

“I hear Popeye’s is hiring,” Crazy Bitch mocked. The women at the table burst out laughing at the men.

Joker made to grab Crazy Bitch, but Sex Piston jerked his hand away before he could touch her. “Don’t fucking touch her,” she snarled.

“She’s my old lady; I’ll touch her if I want to, you bitch from hell. Ace should have shown you who’s boss years ago.”

“Yeah, well, he would have to have a dick for that to happen.” The women at the table couldn’t help laughing again. Ace turned bright red, grabbing Sex Piston’s arm, so she grabbed her beer bottle about to brain the fucker.

“Let her go, Ace.” Ace let go of Sex Piston as soon as he heard Stud’s voice.

“See, what did I tell you? No dick,” Sex Piston taunted.

“Shut up, Sex Piston.” Stud didn’t take his eyes off Joker and Ace. “You two need to leave until you cool down.”

“You throwing me out of my own club?” Joker asked in astonishment.

“It’s my club now, and yeah, I’m telling you to leave.” Stud didn’t say anything else as he waited for the two men to follow his orders or challenge him.

“Let’s go, Joker. Neither one of these bitches are worth fighting over.” Ace walked away, heading toward the club door. Joker hesitated; it was harder to walk away from his meal ticket, yet without Ace to back him up, his cowardice showed and he followed behind his friend.

After they left, Stud stood staring down at the table of women.

“If you’re waiting for thanks, you’re not going to get it. I could have handled that pussy,” Sex Piston said as she glared up at her new club president.

“Watch how you talk to me, Sex Piston,” Stud warned her.

Sex Piston started to snap back, but bit her tongue for once. She had promised her pops she wouldn’t challenge the asshole. So, instead, she turned to talk to Killyama, insulting him by ignoring his presence.

The bitches gave him gloating smiles as he returned to the bar.

“T.A. get a bottle of Tequila. Let’s celebrate those two assholes being out of our life,” Crazy Bitch said.

T.A. got up and went to the bar, coming back a few minutes later with a full bottle and five glasses.

Sex Piston poured herself a large glass before passing the bottle on to her friends. Taking a swallow of the burning liquor, she wondered how long she was going to be able to keep her promise to her pops. That asshole deserved to be put in his place and she was just the bitch to do it.

* * *

“I’m going to do it,” Bear said, setting his beer down on the counter.

“Do what?” Stud asked, turning to his vice-president. His eyes going in the direction that Bear was obviously watching.

The five women must have gone onto the dance floor after finishing the empty tequila bottle still sitting at their table. He hadn’t noticed with his attention on the blond that had been attached to his hip for the last hour.

She had been trying to lure him into one of the back rooms for a blowjob the entire time, however his dick had shown no interest in doing that.

The best part about being the president of the Blue Horsemen was the pussy. Contrarily, the worst part of the job was the pussy. Women were constantly trying to get his attention, wanting to become his old lady or simply be able to brag about having fucked him. He had learned early just how manipulative the bitches in the club could be. All except for one, Sex Piston; she didn’t bother trying to manipulate anyone, she merely steamrolled over them.

He had seen her on and off for the last several years when the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen had partied together.

Sex Piston’s father, Skulls, and he had met seven years ago during a run in with another club. They had sided together to get rid of the encroaching biker gang that was stealing and doing drug runs, blaming it on their clubs. When they had banded together, the rival biker gang had left town with fewer members than when they had arrived.

Sex Piston had been nineteen and feisty as hell. Now, at twenty-six, she more than deserved her name. Her five-foot-six, curvy body was encased in tight, black leather pants with a leather vest that laced up the front with her breasts threatening to overflow the corseted top. All the brothers were constantly staring, trying to see the pink of her nipples, yet they only managed to get threats for those high-heeled biker boots to be shoved up their asses.

“I’m going to have that bitch in my bed tonight,” Bear bragged.

“Which one?” Stud asked, picking up his beer, deliberately keeping his body loose.

Bear looked at him as if he was insane. “T.A.. I’m man enough to admit I couldn’t handle the other four.”

“Not even Fat Louise?” Stud smiled at Bear’s horror-stricken expression.

“Nope, she’s more interested in food than dick,” Bear said, hiking his jeans up before moving towards the dance floor.