T.A. (Biker Bitches 6)

Stud placed the beer he was holding on the counter of the bar. “Anytime you don’t like the way I run the club, you have two options: Fight for the right or walk.”

Unlike Rooster, Stud’s voice was low and steady. Not one flicker of emotion crossed his face at the fact that more than one of the brothers looked just as resentful as Rooster.

Fat Louise sidled up beside T.A., her anger just as apparent as hers. She lifted her hand to show her the cell phone, so T.A. saw that Fat Louise had texted Sex Piston what was going down.

“I’ll fight. I can run this club better than you any day of the week. Hell, one day a week is all you’re here anyway.”

“Cool, Rooster. Anyone else?”

Gator slammed his beer down at the table he was sitting at, getting up to stand next to Rooster. “Why not? I’ll make a better president than either you or Rooster.”

After that, five other brothers shouted they wanted their turn.

“Seems a little unfair to me expecting Stud to fight all of you,” Calder spoke up. “If you fight Stud, you’re going to be taking me on too.”

Gator moved closer to Calder, bringing them chest to chest. “Like I give a fuck. I’ll take you on too, Calder. The day a cokehead can beat my ass, I’ll show my own ass out the door.”

“I’m not afraid of taking on Stud or Calder either!” Rabbit yelled out over the heads of Rooster and Gator.

T.A. wanted to squish her former booty call’s little nut sacs.

“Calder won’t be the only one who will be fighting with Stud. I can’t let them have all the fun.” Cade coldly started taking his coat off.

“What a fucking surprise.” Indolently, Rock, who had been standing at the back of the crowd with Dalton, strode to stand in front of Cade. “The only brothers standing with Stud are your brother and one of Sex Piston’s bitches. Go ahead and give Train a call. We’ll wait, and when we’re done beating all your asses, you three can become Last Riders with Train. Hell, they’ll probably open the door for you; you’re already wiping their asses.”

T.A. took Fat Louise’s hand. She and Cade had become friends when she and Rock had been on the outs. Rock and Cade had had one fight over her, and she could see that Rock was going to use the chance to have another go at Cade.

Squeezing her hands in fists, it was everything she could do not to grab the beer bottle that Stud set down on the counter when she heard Pike shout out that he was in too. She used to be one of his booty calls. She had only fucked him three times. Once, he had come in his pants when she barely touched him; the second time was to give him a chance to redeem himself. He hadn’t. The third and final time was to double-check to make sure that fucking Pike was as lame as she remembered. He was.

“As a friend of the Last Riders’ and Stud’s, count me in for his side.”

Still furious at Dalton, she went behind the bar to grab another bottle of tequila. Opening it, she took a large drink, seriously debating cold-cocking him with it. If it weren’t full, she would.

“Oh wow.” Scornfully, Rock turned on his heels. “Old man, you’re not a Destructor. You don’t have no iron in this clusterfuck of a club, but if you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, I don’t mind being the one to put you there.”

Half-drunk, T.A. debated giving Rock a heads-up about Dalton’s fighting ability, then decided not to. The fucker deserved to find out for himself. Doing her best to finish the tequila before choosing which motherfucking backstabber she was going use it to brain them with it.

She was about to take another big swig when the club door opened, and Sex Piston walked inside.

“Like we couldn’t see that happening!” Rooster yelled out. “See? I told you he’s nothing but a fucking pussy without her. Come on, Sex Piston.” He rudely motioned her to come farther into the club. “Come stand by your man. When I’m done with him,” Rooster reached down to the front of his dirty jeans to suggestively cup his dick, “I’ll give you a taste of what a real man can do for you.”

Sex Piston gave Rooster a malicious smile. Leaving the doorway, she casually swung the door wider, allowing the two men following her inside.

T.A. nearly swallowed her tongue at the man coming in behind Train. Every brother who had been raring to fight grew pale at the formidable man wearing the Destructors’ leather jacket.

Gavin advanced into the room that had gone so quiet she could practically hear Rooster shitting himself.