Crazy B!tch (Biker Bitches 5)

“Then find what you need and quit pussy-footing around. Jamestown is becoming a ghost town. More people are dying every day while the drug task force tries to build a case against the sheriff.”

“They’re trying. I’m trying. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to take Eli down. I don’t want to lose him a second time.”

Crazy Bitch opened the dryers, dumping her clean laundry into her basket and setting the detergent on top.

“You’re wrinkling your clothes.”

She shrugged, unconcerned. “I need a favor for if anything happens to me. It’s a big one. I had to take several hits being an informant—”

“I heard. That must have hurt. We appreciate your dedication.”

She shot him a nasty look. “Calder couldn’t give a good spanking if he had a gun pointed at his head. It’s not in his DNA. Don’t make me regret letting you bug my living room to keep me safe.”

“So, what’s the favor?”

“When the shit goes down, I don’t want anyone to know I was the informant. The brothers in the club won’t understand.”

“That you’re not as hard as you pretend?”

“I’m not pretending.” Tired of holding her clothes, she set the basket on the laundry table. “I tell Sex Piston, T.A., Fat Louise, and Killyama everything. We even share the clues. I don’t want them in any danger. If anything happens to me, I want them protected. That’s why I haven’t told them anything.”

“I can do that.” Lucky nodded, starting to leave.

Crazy Bitch grabbed his arm. “Make sure. But that’s not the favor. I want you to personally make sure that Calder is protected, too. No handing it over to any of The Last Riders or any of your buddies on the task force to handle. I want you protecting him. Another thing—”

“Don’t you have to go to work?”

“I’m going. I need to get something off my chest. Gavin’s ex. She’s bad news.”

Lucky stiffened. “I personally know Taylor. This is a hard situation for her.”

“You know everything about me, don’t you?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.

He didn’t say jack shit in response.

“Who do you think is the better judge of character: you or me?”

He stared back at her. She could see the conflict in his expression.

“I’m saying outright that bitch is bad news. Take it however you want. I’m only giving Viper a heads-up because the Destructors are going to win our bet.”

“I’ll convey your concerns to Viper.”

“You do that.” She picked up her laundry basket. “You want to go first?” She motioned to the door.

“No, you go ahead.”

She waited until Lucky was at the back of the room before juggling her clothes to open the door.

“Crazy Bitch? Take care.”

28

Crazy Bitch reclined on the couch, watching Star, Harley, and Calder play a card game. They sat on the floor as she flipped through a new magazine she had bought at the store when she had picked up food and snacks for Sex Piston’s kids.

“Why do we have to stay here?” Keri complained from the other side of the couch.

“Blame the man. My monitor will beep if I leave Jamestown.”

“The man?”

Crazy Bitch looked at her from over the magazine. “The man, the police,” she explained. “Jeez, kids don’t know anything anymore.”

“I know enough not to get arrested.” The smartass gave her a holier-than-thou look that had Crazy Bitch begging for a setdown. And she was just the bitch to do it if Keri wasn’t careful.

“I guess you’re just smarter than me.” Crazy Bitch flipped another page.

“Obviously.”

The young woman was getting too big for her own britches, but Crazy Bitch let it go. Keri knew better than to act like that when Sex Piston or Stud were around.

Calder picked up one of the cards that Star had discarded, not saying anything, yet his stern expression didn’t leave Keri.

“Or Calder,” Meri added.

“That is unnecessary, and I expected you to act better in front of your brother and sister.” Calder slammed his cards down, about to get off the floor.

Crazy Bitch turned another page. “It’s not going to work.”

The twin girls turned resentful faces toward her.

“Calder and I aren’t going to get angry and send you to stay with Skulls and Sizzle. Sex Piston told me, if you act up, to call her and they’d come back, so you’re out of luck.”

“Why couldn’t we stay there, anyway?” Meri argued.

“Because Sex Piston knows you’ll sneak out when they go to bed.”

“We wouldn’t.”

“Please… I don’t need to show you my GED certificate to know what you two are wanting to do. I used to be seventeen once, and had more hormones than sense. Sex Piston is nipping it in the bud. She has no intention of being a grandmother anytime soon.”

“Keri and I are good girls.”

“There is no such thing as a good girl. There’s only those who haven’t been tempted.”

“You’re so lame!” Meri hit her forehead with her hand, rolling her eyes.