As I pull in to the little Amish Country Inn I’d googled earlier before leaving this morning, I quickly get checked in requesting the furthest room in the back. I’m not one for letting my guard down and being at the back of the hotel gives me a somewhat sense of peace, knowing if there’s a threat I’ll see it coming.
Opening the door to my room, I instantly regret my decision to stay in a place like this. The entire room is decked out to look like something from one of those Lifetime movies Kenny had me watch with her. I drew the line when she had me sit through one called Amish Grace. I may love my daughter-in-law, but I gotta draw the line somewhere. That pussy shit ain’t my thing.
Shaking my head, I throw my bag on the bed and head to take a quick shower. I’m still a little earlier than I’d planned to be here and figure I’d get to Mally’s Pub before Boss does. It’s one thing to show up on time, it’s another to be earlier and scope out the surroundings. At least that’s what my pop’s drilled into me when I’d first joined the club.
Once I’m ready to head out, I walk over to my 1978 Harley Davidson FXS 1200. She’s a beauty, that’s for sure. I’d lucked out when I found this shovelhead. It had a twin which I’d given to Horse. The two of us restored them both to their former glory together. It was an experience I’ll never forget.
Doesn’t take me long to find the pub considering it’s only three blocks away from the Inn. As I scan the parking lot for a place to park, I spot another bike. “Fuck, looks like she beat me here,” I grumble to myself as I park next to it. For a foreign-made bike I’ll admit it’s pretty slick, but I’ll stick to my Harleys.
Climbing off my bike, I head inside. Time to get this over with so I can drink, relax, and maybe find a piece of ass for the night. That is if I don’t convince Boss into spending some quality time with me.
Scanning the room as I lift my sunglasses on top of my head, I spot the woman herself sitting near the back in a secluded booth. Taking my time to get to Boss, I stop at the bar and order a beer, asking the bartender to start a tab for me.
Finally with beer in hand, I make my way to her booth, sitting across from her. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised you got here early. How about we get to it? Tell me what the hell you need an alliance with the DRMC for.” I grunt.
Boss doesn’t reply at first. Instead, she picks up the short glass of what I believe to be bourbon and takes a heavy sip before placing it back on the table before her. “You’re just as ignorant as the last time I saw you, spitting out orders like I’m one of your minions.”
“Not one of my minions, Sugar. More like one of the whores at my club who listen when I snap my fingers.” I chuckle.
I sense her body stiffen and see her eyes grow dark. What I’ve said surely pisses her off, but that’s what I wanted, to irritate the living hell outta her. Boss clenches her jaw. “You know, I don’t have to sit here and listen to your bullshit. No matter what you think, Stoney, I’m not one of your whores. I’m the Prez of the Iron Vex MC and I demand the same respect you give Reed from the SRMC, or Zane from the Reapers. I’m not below them, like you seem to think. Or you, for that matter. Fuck, I came here because we’re having issues with a cult and your club has experience. I thought . . .” Boss slides out from her side of the booth and stands up, diverting her gaze for a moment before she returns her eyes to mine. “You know what, forget it. It was pointless for me to come here.”
“Sit the fuck down, Boss. The only reason Reed and Zane have my respect is because they fuckin’ earned it. You haven’t yet. I don’t trust other clubs, even those I see as allies until they prove it. When you can do that then I might see you as an equal, however until then you’re still just a woman to me. Now tell me about this cult,” I say, clenching my fist on the table. Why women have to be so damn emotional about shit is beyond me.
Before I realize what’s happening, Boss has picked up the pint of beer in front of me and is pouring it over my head. “Seemed you needed to be cooled off. Let me remind you, I’m not a bitch you can talk to this way. If I had a cock, you wouldn’t dare treat me the way you always do. It seriously makes me wonder why I even thought to have this meeting with you. You won’t change, will you, Stoney? Fuck, you’re old as dirt.”
“Old as dirt? Think again, Sugar. I may be in my forties, but that doesn’t mean this cock doesn’t work better than those pussies up in New York. Remember, the South is known for being better at everything. Including fucking.” Grinning, I grab a napkin off the table and wipe my face off. The bitch definitely has some balls on her.
Immediately, I can tell she’s even angrier than before, but fuck if I don’t like the way she balls up her fist at her side and clenches that jaw of hers. “If you’re going to keep acting like an ass, I’ll leave. I can
