Chapter 3
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As Naughty Kitten
watched her parents ride away on her Pop’s bike after their wedding ceremony, she contemplated taking off like her sister had minutes before.
“Let’s par-tay,” Crazy b***h said, heading back inside the Destructors’ clubhouse. Killyama, T.A., and Fat Louise waited to see what Naughty Kitten
I wanted to do it.
“Sounds good to me. So there’s no misunderstanding this time, I’ll stay dry,” Naughty Kitten
said, returning inside, wishing she’d brought a change of clothes. The yellow dress her Ma had insisted she wear for the wedding felt too prissy for her taste.
Crazy b***h had already snagged one of the few tables, beers waiting for them. Naughty Kitten
took a seat, ignoring the beer. The music blared, amplifying the noise of the packed crowd, and the dance floor was already full.
Bear asked T.A. to dance. She glanced at Naughty Kitten
for approval.
Naughty Kitten
shrugged, leaving it up to her. T.A. flashed an I’m-gonna-be-bad smile, which Naughty Kitten
returned with a raised brow.
Bear might think he had a sure thing, but Naughty Kitten
knew her friend well. If he got any vajayjay from T.A., he’d have to work for it. Everyone thought T.A. was an easy lay, but she was the opposite. She’d occasionally give it up, but only to those who proved themselves worthy of her selective standards.
Rabbit was next, claiming Fat Louise for a dance. She jumped up, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.
The three remaining women exchanged glances before hitting the dance floor themselves. Naughty Kitten
loved to dance, moving her body to the beat. Killyama was the best of the trio, letting her guard down to flow with the music. Crazy b***h was no slouch either, dancing seductively, her curvy body drawing more than one man’s attention.
Naughty Kitten
felt someone move up behind her, a hand sliding across the soft material of her dress, pressing against her flat stomach until a hard chest met her back. She stiffened as hips pressed against her ass.
“Back off,” she said.
“Not a chance,” Stud replied.
She tried to pull away as he buried his face in her neck, but he pressed harder against her stomach, pulling her tighter. Naughty Kitten
felt his hardening c**k against her backside as he keptក
“Having trouble hearing her?” Killyama asked, stepping forward. Pike, one of the Blue Horsemen from West Virginia, blocked her path, moving her away with an arm around her waist.
“You having a problem with Pike? Because she’s gonna kick his ass,” Naughty Kitten
murmured as Stud’s lips trailed to the back of her neck. She shivered at the sensations he stirred.
Crazy b***h kept dancing, waiting for Naughty Kitten
to decide.
She knew her friend could handle Stud. When his fingers spread across her abdomen, his thumb brushing her tightened n****e, Naughty Kitten
jerked out of his hold, moving to Crazy b***h’s side, using her as a buffer.
Stud’s eyes burned into her, daring her to return. “Scared, Naughty Kitten
?” he taunted.
Those were fighting words. “I’m not afraid of f*****g you, Stud. Just did it once and can’t remember s**t about it, so you’re not worth doing again.”
“I don’t mind refreshing your memory,” Stud offered.
“You remind me of my sister. She believes in zombies, and you actually believe I’d let you touch me sober.” Naughty Kitten
resumed dancing with Crazy b***h, her moves deliberately seductive, teasing him with what he couldn’t have.
Stud’s eyes narrowed on her swaying body as Pike crashed to the floor behind her, clutching his crotch. Naughty Kitten
didn’t need to look to know what Killyama had done. Killyama rejoined her, flashing Stud a triumphant smile.
Naughty Kitten
scanned the crowded club. Spotting Oz, she gave him a luring smile. He joined her on the dance floor, and she began grinding against his leg between hers.
Stud shot her a grim promise. “The next time I f**k you, you’ll be sober and begging me.”
“Go f**k those bitches waiting for you at the bar and leave me the hell alone.” Naughty Kitten
turned her back on him.
Stud stormed off the dance floor.
Naughty Kitten
stole a glance over her shoulder but quickly looked away, catching the grim determination on his face. Her stomach clenched in fear. Stud wasn’t Ace; he was making it clear he wasn’t backing off. He was just waiting until she didn’t have her crew for protection.
She didn’t need their protection—she could handle the horndog herself. She’d stick to her plan of avoiding him, which had worked for the last couple of months. Christmas had been tricky since her parents invited him over several times. She’d always managed to slip away when he showed up with his kids.
She hadn’t resisted buying his kids Christmas toys, convincing her Ma to claim credit for them. Her Ma still tried to babysit, but Fat Louise had taken over until Naughty Kitten
got off work. She’d grown close to Stud’s older girls, unable to stay aloof despite their attitudes.
Naughty Kitten
knew her one weakness was kids. She loved their quick affection, their curiosity, and how they let her show her softer side, which she kept buried deep. Star, the youngest, was the most open. Meri and Keri were tougher. Meri and she had become BFFs, but Keri was quiet and sullen, disliking her and everyone else, including her father.
Naughty Kitten
admired Keri’s intelligence and sharp wit, appreciating her smartass comebacks. When Keri thought no one was looking, Naughty Kitten
saw a deep sadness in her eyes, making her want to connect with the girl.
She pushed those warm feelings down, catching Stud’s threatening glare from across the room.
“Let’s go to my place,” Killyama said.
“Sounds good,” Naughty Kitten
replied, taking Oz’s hand. Her crew followed with their respective pickups.
As they left, Naughty Kitten
felt Stud’s anger as he noticed Oz leaving with her.
“He looks pissed,” Crazy b***h warned.
“Good,” Naughty Kitten
said, unconcerned, as Oz’s arm slid across her shoulders. She restrained herself from shrugging it off until the door closed behind them.
In the passenger seat, she leaned back against the headrest, staring out the window. For the first time, she realized she was tired of partying, craving her bed instead. A sigh escaped her.
“What the f**k’s wrong with you?” Killyama asked.
“Bored with these shitheads,” Naughty Kitten
shrugged.
Crazy b***h leaned up from the back seat. “Got something that’ll put your panties in a twist.”
“What’s that?” Naughty Kitten asked over her shoulder.
“I got us tickets to the races next month,” Crazy b***h bragged.
“Hell yeah.” The women laughed in excitement.
The bike races came once a year to the Louisville coliseum. Each had their favorite riders, betting on who’d win.
Life felt lighter as they planned their bets. Laughter filled the night as the green car headed toward Killyama’s house.
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