“I need a beer,” Kara announced.
“Plenty in the clubhouse fridge, help yourself,” Austin said. “Tony, let’s talk.”
“We’re not holding a fucking vote,” I protested. “I’m the fucking Prez, she’s a fucking cunt. She has no business being here.”
Chapter 5
Tony
I called a meeting with my officers to discuss Kara and the things she told Austin and me.
“A woman can’t run the Midnight Saints, not during a time like this. She’s going to get us all killed. Her old man wants to see us fall, and if he thinks we’re weak, he’s going to attack and wipe us out. He’s got two clubs working for him, two vicious clubs who aren’t afraid of getting down and dirty. How is she going to deal with that?” Jed asked.
“To be fair, Kara ain’t no pussy,” Seth said. “She’s a bitch, and a bitch knows how to get shit done. She isn’t afraid of her father, and she did rally the Crypt Keepers. Now, they got the numbers, so if shit did go down, and they had our backs, we’d be able to—”
“You having a meeting without me?” Kara barged in.
“Kara, get the fuck out of here. This is a meeting about you, so you can’t be here.” I couldn’t even yell anymore, I was so sick of her shit.
“Like fuck I can’t.” Kara grabbed a seat and stubbornly sat down and crossed her arms. “Let me guess, half of you think I’m not man enough to handle what it takes to be Prez of a motorcycle club?”
“Shut the fuck up and let the men talk.” In hindsight, that was probably the wrong fucking thing to say.
“Make me, asshole.”
I gritted my teeth. Part of me just wanted to smack her pretty face, but I tried really hard not to hit women. Though Kara wasn’t a woman, she was a bitch who thought she was equal to the men, and I wasn’t afraid to hit a man to put him in his place.
“You know, Tony, if you two just fucked, maybe we could actually get something done around here,” Austin said. I swung at him, and he ducked.
“This isn’t sexual tension, Austin. I told you that.”
“You also said if I brought it up again, you’d knock my teeth out.”
“Stand still so I can.”
“Like hell! Besides, I don’t believe you.”
“Well, it’s not.”
“You sure about that?”
“Go fuck yourself, Austin. We’re dealing with important shit.” Kara had lost her nerve. Not that I could blame her with the way my own VP was teasing the fuck out of us like a schoolyard bully, but I couldn’t let her talk to him like that.
“You don’t get to tell my VP to go fuck himself,” I snapped.
“Go fuck yourself, Tony.” She flipped me her middle fingers.
“Bitch, you are trying my patience.”
“Seriously, you two just need to go fuck each other,” Austin said again. I ignored him. He was clearly trying to continue to get rises out of us and I wasn’t in the damn mood for it anymore. We had a problem to solve, one that could change the entire course and safety of the club.
“Okay, then how about a drink?” Seth suggested. “The three of us can go to the bar and discuss this.”
“You’re buying,” I said, still pissed at him. “Kara, you better be fucking gone by the time I get back.”
“Hell no, I’m not going anywhere.” She crossed her arms stubbornly. I couldn’t help but admit she was sexy, all pouty like that. Maybe Austin was right, all we needed was to fuck, but I wasn’t about to give in. Besides, I imagined if I made the suggestion, I’d get a boot to my balls, then they would really hurt.
Austin was right about one thing— I needed a good fuck. If not Kara, then I’d find a whore to satisfy me. At this point, anyone would do.
We arrived at the bar. The bartender was looking extra hot tonight. I’d had her a couple times before, and I knew she liked how I made her feel. She wasn’t a clubwhore or anything. In fact, she was a pretty self-respecting woman. She wouldn’t mess with trash, and when she wanted something, she took it.
“Hey, Elle, want to go fuck?”
“Sure, Tony. Hank, I’m taking a break!” She grabbed me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom. She locked the door and I threw her against it. I unbuckled her pants and pushed them down. I only stopped long enough to appreciate her round ass and the perfect V leading down to her hot cunt. Then, I shoved into her.
She clung to me as I fucked her against the door. There was no heat, no passion— it was just friction between our body parts that got us both off. And that was just fine by us.
After I shot into her, I pulled out, wiped us both off, and pulled up my pants. She pulled up hers, stopped to wash her hands, and went back to work.
I joined Seth and Austin at the booth in the back corner.
“Better?” Austin asked.
“Yeah.” I took the glass of beer in front of me, clinked it against his, and then took a long drink. It tasted like horse piss, but it did the trick.
“So, Kara wants to take over the club. Who the fuck saw that coming?” Austin asked. “What are you going to do, Tony? Are you going to roll over and let her fuck you in the ass?”
“Nobody fucks me in the ass,” I snarled before chugging the rest of my beer. I snapped my fingers and Elle brought me another one. I smacked her ass as she walked away.
“Is she even a member of the Midnight Saints?”
“She doesn’t have her kutte, but, well, she is
