Diablo- Savage Souls MC

Cat Fight

Alex

She put her hands on her hip and smirked. Her little gaggle of plastic friends were all smirking behind her.

"Listen, I haven't fu*ked your man, although I'm well aware of what club wh*ars are and what they mean. I mean you guys are important. Not every woman can sleep with the same 50 guys multiple times and still have any self respect. It's a necessary job. You should be proud." I smiled, and her face went from a smirk to red with anger in under 2 seconds. I heard the two bartenders behind me gasp and laugh.

Suddenly Barbies hand was up in the air ready to slap me. Instantly, my survival instinct kicked in. I grabbed the bi*ches hand with my left and right hooked her right on the cheek. She crumbled to the ground in a pile of plastic and pieces of cloth. She looked up shocked, nose bleeding. Her groupies stood behind her, not even attempting to help her with shocked and pale faces.

Suddenly, a door flew open and Diablo came barreling out.

"What the fu*k happened?" He looked at Candy's bloodied face and then to mine. Behind me I heard Razor simply give him the short and dirty.

"She provoked your lady, attempted to hit her and found out quickly your girl knows how to throw a mean right hook." Diablo just stared at me.

Sh*t. He's big mad.

Diablo

I couldn't believe what Razor just told me. I have no doubt that little wh*ar Candy started sh*t. Alex was sweet, but clearly not too sweet to put her in her place.

I was impressed.

I looked down at Candy with disgust.

"What the fu*k did you say to her Candy?" She was trembling. I never hit women, but I was still a scary fu*k. I looked at Alex.

"Well, she wanted to make sure I knew my place, warming your bed while your girl here was away."

His eyes bulged?

"My girl? She was never my girl. She got me off but it's been weeks, before I met you."

I hadn't even touched Alex yet and knew I didn't want any other woman. She looked to a pale and embarrassed Candy and shrugged.

"Well, I guess that punch was warranted."

My di*k swelled. Holy sh*t I needed her. Now.

I grabbed her by the waist and threw her over my shoulder, heading straight to my room. Her giggling the entire way up.

Now maybe I shouldn't be so cocky, but I scrubbed my clubhouse room thoroughly. I wanted no trace of any other woman when I took Alex. Didn't think it would be this soon in the evening, but I'm not complaining.

I dropped her on the bed. She bounced once and landed on her elbows. Her hair sprawled out around her. Perfect. I took my kut off and put on the chair.

"Tell me now if you don't want to do this little deer. Because once I take you, you're mine. I'm claiming you." She tilted her head, eyeing me up and down.

"What does claiming mean Diablo? Razor called me an old lady, I'm assuming not for my age."

I laughed. Damn, she was cute.

"It means your mine. My old lady. Off limits to anyone else. You'll wear my kut, and I'm off limits too. No wh*ars, no other women."

She smiled, but shook her head. Sh*t. She can't say no. "I'm still married Diablo. How does that work?" I crawled on top of her wresting on my elbows. I studied her face. She was conflicted, but I'd assure her no matter what. "That sh*t head is giving you a divorce whether he likes it or not. You're mine." I crashed my lips onto hers. Her eyes widened, but she fluttered them closed and ravished my lips back. She tasted like vanilla. So intoxicating. Her tongue entangled mine and I groaned. We finally pulled apart, breathing heavily. "Do me a favor little deer, strip." She looked shocked but nodded. Both of us stood. She started unbuttoning her jeans as I took off my belt. After an agonizing amount of time we stood in front of each other as naked as the day we were born.

Fu*k. She's perfect.