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Story: Desert Rose
I almost slap him. But he’s pissed. Hurt. I just took something precious to him in mere seconds, a sacred memory he thought he shared with his dead love. I’ll give him a pass, just this once while he processes it. Squaring my shoulders, I pick up the shredded edges of my tank and tie my split shirt together. Pretending I give zero fucks, I walk out into the night. The metal door slams shut behind me. I’m not dumb enough to venture into the abyss, instead I round the building. The front is packed with cars. A bonfire is lit, many loiter our front drinking, smoking, vaping… doing whatever. Giggling girls dressed in Santa skirts and stilettos, wearing velvet Christmas hats over big hear weave around the chrome bikes. Someone set up a large spruce, probably imported from Cali and put it in a tree stand. “Looks like I’m about to crash the MC Christmas party,” I mutter, drawing closer. I blend in, just another woman, barely dressed. My ripped and knotted shirt gets no odd glances in this crowd.
“Damn, girl. You got loved up good, eh?”
I nod, brushing past a stripped I recognize from the Triple XXX. The MC guys love that place, and it sits on the border of the territory between the Bastards and the Scorpions. I’ve tagged along with Tarak and his crew enough times to see enough familiar faces amongst the women hanging around. I make my way over to a few. “Hey, I left my overnight bag… can you help me out?”
The group of strippers look me over, one downs whatever is in her Solo cup before summoning me over to a mobile camper. “We’re staying the weekend.
“Come on inside.”
I follow her inside the mobile camper. It’s full of makeup, condoms, cheap wine, and clothes. I open the door to a closet of a bathroom and splash cold water over my face. My tank goes in the trash. I rinse my mouth with fresh water while my mind works a plan. I’ll stay. I’ll party, right under his friggin’ nose. I’ll sneak inside the Clubhouse and do what I do best—spy. I’ll find all his secrets, snoop around his bedroom. Do to him what I did to Amber. He’ll smell me on his sheets tonight and know I was there.
My lips curve. I’m not a bad person but starting a little trouble has always been my thing…I’m a bit of a hellion; a wild-rebel child turned all woman. Now it’s time for payback. All those wasted years Edge spent wanting other women while I was right here waiting ends now.
…..TO BE CONTINUED….
“Damn, girl. You got loved up good, eh?”
I nod, brushing past a stripped I recognize from the Triple XXX. The MC guys love that place, and it sits on the border of the territory between the Bastards and the Scorpions. I’ve tagged along with Tarak and his crew enough times to see enough familiar faces amongst the women hanging around. I make my way over to a few. “Hey, I left my overnight bag… can you help me out?”
The group of strippers look me over, one downs whatever is in her Solo cup before summoning me over to a mobile camper. “We’re staying the weekend.
“Come on inside.”
I follow her inside the mobile camper. It’s full of makeup, condoms, cheap wine, and clothes. I open the door to a closet of a bathroom and splash cold water over my face. My tank goes in the trash. I rinse my mouth with fresh water while my mind works a plan. I’ll stay. I’ll party, right under his friggin’ nose. I’ll sneak inside the Clubhouse and do what I do best—spy. I’ll find all his secrets, snoop around his bedroom. Do to him what I did to Amber. He’ll smell me on his sheets tonight and know I was there.
My lips curve. I’m not a bad person but starting a little trouble has always been my thing…I’m a bit of a hellion; a wild-rebel child turned all woman. Now it’s time for payback. All those wasted years Edge spent wanting other women while I was right here waiting ends now.
…..TO BE CONTINUED….