Whether it has something to do with me or not, I’m not sure yet.
“Tiny, can I get another beer?” Breaker asks as he sits on the stool in front of where I’ve been standing.
“Sure,” I murmur, turning to grab him one out of the cooler behind me and hand it to the guy.
“Thanks, babe.” Grinning, Breaker takes the bottle out of my hand.
“Breaker, baby.” I cringe at the squeal of the woman’s voice who called Breaker's name from across the bar.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his back tensing before he plasters a grin to his face and faces the woman. “Noémie, what are you doing here?”
“Chains called me. Said he needed to talk to me. I’ve missed you two guys, maybe the three of us can have some fun. We haven’t in months” As her words hit my ears, it’s as if a bullet has penetrated my heart.
“Chains, called you?” Breaker asks before I can.
“Yeah, said it was important that I come to the clubhouse,” She giggles as she turns to me. “Can I get a margarita?”
Unable to speak, I nod and go about fixing the woman her drink.
“Don’t go trying to start trouble, Noémie,” Breaker says, his arm still around the woman.
“Who me? I never cause trouble you know that, baby,” Noémie smirks.
“Bullshit, woman. Let me shoot Prez a text letting him know you’re here,” he mutters, reaching into his pocket but Noémie stops him.
“That’s okay. I can find him,” she smirks taking the glass I’d just put on the bar top.
Who the fuck is this woman? Better yet, why did Chains call her. Is he done with me already? He has to be. I mean look at this woman. She looks like a runway model whereas I’m barely tall enough to reach the bottom shelf with all the liquor on it.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Breaker says firmly glancing in my direction.
“Of course, it is. It wouldn’t be if he hadn’t called me here himself. But as it is Chains did,” she argues and takes a sip of her drink. “Yum this is so good, for a stray you make a damn good drink,” Noémie laughs.
“Fuck,” Breaker grunts as I ball my hands into fists.
“I’m sorry but excuse me. Did you just call me a stray?” I snap, pissed she’d judge me for working behind the bar.
Wait, no, I’m pissed she’s rubbing in the fact, Chains, called her here. More importantly, he’d find someone else before telling me he’s done.
What else should I expect? He deserves something more than me. I’m nothing compared to this woman. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to let her know this.
“Well, that is what you are. I mean no offense doll face, but there is no way any man in this building would go for a little girl like you unless it was for free pussy. I mean besides the long hair you have nothing to offer.” Thanks for the confidence boost bitch.
“Noémie, I’d suggest you not insult Prez’s ol’ lady again,” Breaker sneers, gripping the bitch’s arm now rather than sitting with his arm around her waist.
“What?” she screeches. “You’re Chains’ ol’ lady. Yeah fuckin’ right. That man wouldn’t settle for some little girl who looks like a bitch like you,” she yells, cocking her hip as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Evidently, he did, considering I’m the one he takes to bed every night,” I state.
“Oh, honey just because he takes you to bed every night doesn’t mean you’re his ol’ lady. Only that you’re the pick of the month for now,” she giggles.
Fury consumes me and I’m about ready to jump over the bar when the man himself makes his presence known. “What the fuckin’ hell are you doing here, Noémie?” he demands.
“Baby, I’m here because you called me, remember?” the bitch says, sweetly, snatching her arm away from Breaker.
“I didn’t fuckin’ tell you to come here. I told your skank ass to wait at the bar for Tyres and Brake to get there and give them the information you had. Nowhere in our conversation did I invite you to the clubhouse,” Chains sneers.
“It’s been months since you fucked me, and I figured you needed a load off. There’s no way this little girl is giving you what I can,” she whines, and I don’t even hide the rolling of my eyes.
“Bitsy, come here,” Chains commands.
Nodding, I make my way around the bar to do as he demanded. I may be upset but I’m not about to let it show right now. Not in front of this bitch or anyone else. That’s one thing I learned from Rachel, and in our last conversation she reminded me of her motto. Show no weakness.
Once I’m in reaching distance, Chains reaches for me to pull me the rest of the way into his arms. Turning me so that my front is pressed against his, he leans forward to capture my mouth in a quick but commanding kiss.
Standing back to his full height, Chains turns his attention to the room. “I may not have had my ink put on my ol’ lady yet nor have I given her her patch. But all the same, Tiny is my fuckin’ ol lady. Mine. Does everyone understand?” he bellows into the room which has now gone deathly quiet.
“Prez, we all knew she was your ol’ lady.” Crash, one of the members of the club yells from across the room. Dee was sitting on his lap giving me a glare.
“I’m speaking to all the strays and hang arounds,” Chains says.
“I’m sure they understand, Darren,” I murmur for only him to hear.
“Good, because I won’t allow any one and I mean no fuckin’ body to disrespect you,” he grinds out.
“Okay,” I say as I meet
