Fury (Savage MC-Tennessee 4)

“You always did think you were hot stuff, Eleanor. But, you’re not. You’re shit. You got such a big head because you were one of the original old ladies. Well, times have changed since you’ve been gone. In case you haven’t realized it, there’s more women here now, and you’re no longer the queen around here.”

“I’m happy with the way things are, Connie. And any way you look at it, I will always mean more around here than you, so don’t you worry about my ego.”

“Bitch. Why do you think you mean more to the club than me? I’ve had almost every man here. They want anything I give them.”

“Jesus, Connie, you act like it’s a big thing to spread your legs for a man. Men are like pigs. They see a cheap puddle of mud they’ll rut in it all day, but it’s not because they give a fuck about the water,” Torrent says, giving me a wink and taking a bite of her sandwich.

“What are you talking about?” Connie demands.

“Stop trying to explain. Sarcasm goes straight over her head. Too much hair dye,” I tell Torrent, quickly growing bored with this conversation.

“Oh yeah, bitch? You think you’re so great, but you’ll be gone again soon and when you do, I’ll be there to make sure Fury is taken care of.”

“Now, you’re dreaming,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Liam can’t stand you. He’d never touch you, even if I wasn’t in the picture and trust me when I tell you, Connie, I’m not going anywhere. Liam is mine and that’s not about to change.”

“Keep believing that. Fury will come find me. I know how he likes it.”

“Whatever,” I mutter. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” I tell Torrent.

“Can’t say as I blame you. She’s forgotten her place.”

“My place? What the fuck do you know what my place is?”

“I know that talking to old ladies at all puts you in jeopardy but disrespecting us will get you kicked out,” Torrent warns.

“You can try. Won’t change the fact that I’ve had your man’s dick and Fury’s. That’s really what pisses you two off,” Connie snarls.

“Bitch please, you haven’t touched Logan’s cock, or if you have, it was before he met me. You’re just an annoying gnat.”

“Maybe I haven’t, but I sure as hell have had Fury’s.”

My heart freezes in my chest and I know the shock shows on my face, it caught me too unaware. I didn’t get time to disguise it.

“That surprises you, doesn’t it, Eleanor? I gave your man what you couldn’t when you left. So go ahead, play old lady until you grow bored. When you leave again, I’ll be here to pick up the pieces, just like last time.”

“Ellie—” Torrent says, putting her hand on mine.

“You get around Liam and I’ll kill you,” I tell her and right now, I don’t think I’m kidding.

“You can try, but I know I can handle your skinny ass,” Connie says and she spits in the air at my direction.

That’s what it takes to flip my switch. I probably should walk away, but the thought of Liam fucking this woman—not to mention lying to me about it—pushes me over the edge. I launch myself at her, grabbing some of her cheap, dyed hair and shoving her onto the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Diesel growls. I hear him, but I don’t look at him, I’m too busy trying to yank enough hair out of Connie’s head to make the bitch bald. I’m wailing at her with my fists and my nails when Diesel wraps his arms around me, pulling me off of Connie.

“Let me go. I’m going to teach this bitch some respect,” I growl, kicking to get free.

Rebel pulls Connie away.

“Bitch!” Connie snarls.

“Whore!” I scream back.

“Scorp, track Fury down and tell him he needs to get back here and contain his woman.”

“Contain me? What about that piece of trash?” I bark, still trying to get free.

“I’ll deal with her,” Diesel says. “She’s out of here.”

“Why? She started this shit!” Connie screams.

“You spit on her. Number one rule for all the girls here is that you don’t disrespect old ladies. You know that shit Connie, and you still try to push it. Now, I’m done,” Diesel growls. “I should have never let your ass back in here after I kicked you out the first time. You managed to beg to Rory and she allowed you to come back. I still haven’t figured out how you managed that shit.”

I calm down, somewhat then. What he says makes me feel marginally better. “You can let me go. I’ll behave now,” I tell Diesel and he lets me go.

That was his mistake.

The second he lets me go, I go after her again and this time my fist connects with her face. It hurts like hell, but the satisfaction is well worth it, even when she hits me back, and manages to cut my cheek with her fake ass diamond. I yank a big gob of her hair out and it’s still in my hand when Diesel drags me away again.