T.A. (Biker Bitches 6)

“The snow isn’t supposed to move in until night. You want to go hang out at the Destructors’ club for a couple of hours?”

Her question had him staring at her blankly. “What?”

She turned so the water would hit her head directly. “Go get dressed, Hollywood. I’m going to take you and introduce you to the Destructors. It’s going to be a night you’re never going to forget.”

24

“So, did Dalton beat the record?”

T.A. raised her glass of tequila, saluting Fat Louise.

“Not only did he smash it, he crushed it,” she bragged, grabbing the tequila bottle to refill her glass.

Fat Louise sent her a doubtful glance. “His dick can’t be as big as Train’s and Stud’s.”

“Why not?” she asked, slinking her drink to the back of her throat.

“Because he has to be doing ’roids, as big as he is,” Crazy Bitch said, swiping the tequila to refill her own shot glass. “I bet fifty bucks my thumb is longer.”

Wiggling the thumb in front of her face, T.A. was tempted to break it, but because she was one of her best friends, she let it slide.

“I take that bet. I could use fifty bucks.” Goaded, T.A. swiped the bottle back, pouring a glass to the rim.

Fat Louise looked at her distrustfully. “How are we going to tell who won the bet? It’s not like Dalton is going to pull it out and let us measure his dick.”

“He will if I tell him to,” T.A bragged, starting to get up. “Where is he? Dalton!”

“Shush!” Crazy Bitch grabbed her arm, pulling her back down. “You want to have him wondering why he’s with your drunk ass!” she hissed. “There are much easier ways to do it.”

T.A. nodded, raising her glass to salute her again. “Okay, we can go into one of the back rooms, and he can show you.”

“Give me that fucking glass before I shove it up your ass,” Crazy Bitch snapped. “Take a picture of his little love stick. That way, we’ll all be able to judge.”

“Okay, but it isn’t little. Just so you know.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Crazy Bitch snickered. “Where is he anyway?”

About to reach for the tequila bottle, she gazed toward where she had seen him a couple of minutes ago. Dalton had been standing at the bar with Cade, Calder, and Stud. The men had scuttled from their table after she, Crazy Bitch, and Fat Louise had downed the first bottle and gotten another.

“He must have gone to the bathroom.” Unperturbed, she poured herself another drink. Tequila is the best, she thought to herself.

“Where’s Ginger?”

T.A. was raising the shot to her lips when Fat Louise asked the question. Rising halfway out of her chair, she glanced around the clubroom searching for the club slut who tended the bar.

Without a word, she strode toward the hallway that led to the bathroom and the brothers’ bedrooms.

She saw them in the shadowy hallway outside the door. Her gut clenched in fury, Dalton lifting his head had time to see her coming.

“T.A.? What—”

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarled. Striking out like a cobra, she sank her hand into Ginger’s piss-poor dyed orange hair, jerking backward. The woman’s fake nails gouged the wall to keep from falling. Catching herself, Ginger started to spring toward her.

“Sex Piston warned you not to be making a move on our men when you begged her to let you back in the club. I was the one who talked her into it, and this is how you fucking repay me? You’re done here. Get the fuck out.”

“You can’t speak for Stud!” the wanna-be Sex Piston yelled at her.

“I don’t need Stud’s permission to get your skanky ass out.”

“We’ll see about that!” Vengefully, the slut shoved past her. “Me and the others are sick of Stud letting Sex Piston run the club.”

T.A. let her go. She had bigger fish to fry.

“Did you fucking touch her?”

Keeping her focus on Dalton, she ignored the shouts and loud voices coming from the front of the club.

“No,” he hoarsely admitted.

She believed him.

“But you were going to, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

She believed that too.

“Fuck you.” She let all the hurt she was feeling show in her face. “I was never going to be good enough for you, was I?”

“T.A…”

Spinning, she jerked her arm out of reach when he tried to touch her. Stalking back to the main room of the club, she maneuvered herself through the brothers who had gathered around Stud.

“We’re tired of those bitches telling us who we can and can’t fuck!” Rooster shouted as Ginger hung on to his arm, shooting a vindictive look at her as she went to the left side of bar, so she could get a clearer look at Stud and remember each and every one of the brothers who were giving him shit about the way he ran the club. Calder moved into position, so he was on one side of Stud and Cade the other.