squeezed my bare ass. “I love the shit out of you too, beautiful. Come on, the sooner we get back to where cops are on payroll, the better.”
: 2 :
| LIVIA |
“Hey, bitch, I’ve got a fucking bone to pick with you!” Roxy yelled out as I stepped inside Crow’s Nest, a club-owned bar just off Linwood’s Main Street. Her beef obviously wasn’t that serious because she proceeded to break away from the other girls and rush over for a hug.
As soon as she gave me a squeeze and a purr—yes, a purr—I knew I was in for a long night. “What did I do?” I asked.
She poked me in the chest and chastised, “You fucking took that deal and went away so the guys didn’t have to.”
She was already shit-faced and my blood alcohol level needed a boost ASAP to deal with it. Thankfully, Monk was manning the bar and knew the look of a girl in distress. He slid a straight shot of tequila across the counter and shook his head.
I poured it down and turned back to Rox. “And?”
“And now anytime Jet wants something, he throws that shit in my face. He says if you can go to the pen for your man, I can skip my reality shows and suck his dick while he watches baseball. What kind of dumb ass sport is that anyway? Those guys run for like five minutes the whole game and spend the rest of it scratching their balls and spitting, you’d think Jet would see enough of that shit at the clubhouse.”
“Sorry, love,” I said with a laugh. “Next time one of your shows is on, just get naked on all fours. He can hit it doggy style while you watch that rich bitch drama you’re into. It’s easy to steal the remote from a guy if you wave some pussy around.”
“Teaching her your tricks, huh?” Dana, Gauge’s old lady, sidled up to me and kissed my cheek. “Hey, baby.”
I shrugged. “I see nothing wrong with taking advantage of biology.”
Moira and Tamra—Toto and Biff’s old ladies respectively— joined us, with Mo demanding a round of shots from Monk.
Torch and I had gotten back from our honeymoon a few days earlier and they’d all insisted on a girl’s night. Aside from a few prison visits and seeing each other at the wedding, we hadn’t really had a chance to spend any quality time together since those initial few weeks I’d spent in Linwood. In a chapter of twenty-five guys, it seemed weird to only have five old ladies, but divorce wasn’t exactly uncommon in club life and a lot of the boys were perfectly content sticking to casual hookups with crawlers.
“Alright, girls,” Rox crowed, passing out yellow shots of who-knew-what, “I’ve been pumping all fucking day so I can drink my ass off, let’s make it count.” The whole damn bar probably heard her, but that was just Rox—the Queen of TMI— and at least she’d had the foresight not to get her two-month-old drunk by proxy. Once we all had our glasses, she held hers up. “To Liv and Torch. May they enjoy it while it lasts because pretty soon they’ll be just as lame and miserable as the rest of us.”
“I’m not fucking drinking to that,” I groaned.
“Oh, just drink,” Mo huffed. “Don’t worry, I give it at least five years before you’re bitching about all the runs and parties.”
“Wow, generous,” I smirked. She could say what she wanted, there was no way Torch and I would end up lame and miserable in five years. Right? “Fine. Cheers, bitches.”
We clinked and slammed them down.
“I give it more like ten years,” Tamra mused. “Liv’s got that poor bastard locked down. I mean, the guy moped around for a fucking year, wouldn’t even look at a crawler. He was so pissed I thought he’d kill her the minute she got out, but he put a goddamn ring on it instead. They argue about fucking everything but you blink and they’re screwing again.”
“Seriously,” Dana tossed in her two-cents, “Gauge would’ve served me divorce papers in prison for going around him and doing that. You must shit gold or something, Liv.”
I laughed. “Calcium. It’s all about the milk, ladies.”
“Monk, another round!” Rox yelled out. She shimmied up to me. “Is this some weird, kinky shit? I’ve seen porn where the girl shoots milk out of her—”
“Oh, come on,” I said, giving her a friendly shove. “No, I don’t literally shit it. What the