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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ALINA

Jesus Christ, I look like an old hooker, and by that I mean a hooker in a cheerleader costume that barely covers my ass. I grab the pom-poms and glare at the others, but Josie is busy doing kick jumps, shaking her pom-poms while laughing.

“Okay, I think this is going to be more painful for me than it is for my ex,” I complain.

“You look hot,” Maggie counters.

“I look like a trashy mother that is still living in her past, thinking she still has a chance with the quarterback and will make prom queen,” I huff.

Maggie throws her head back, laughing. “No, you don’t. I think you really don’t get how hot you are. Plus, you are only a couple of years older than us. You need to chill, Grandma.” She winks.

I flip her off at the grandma comment, and she laughs. I snort back a laugh as I look around the room and see all of us dressed like trashy cheerleaders. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself standing here now, dressed like this, surrounded by ol’ ladies of an outlaw biker club.

“Okay, ready?” Star asks, her tits practically bursting free from her top.

We all nod. “Sure, I guess. I don’t like lying to Rage, though,” Dixie sighs.

“Look, it’s simple. You can leave a note for him when we are at the club. They will realise we’ve done a runner within thirty minutes of us leaving. Your note will reassure him. I have my own note for Ghost,” Stars says with a glint in her eyes.

“Let me guess, it’s something filthy?” Josie asks with a roll of her eyes.

“No, it’s simple. It says, ‘Chase me, Casper’.” She shrugs.

Maggie groans. “So, you calling him Casper will piss him off, and he will rage-fuck you when he finds you.”

“Exactly!” Star says with a sigh.

“Okay, remember. Do not let on what we are doing until it’s too late for them to catch us. We owe this to Alina for getting our men out. Plus, I can’t help but get excited at the idea of torturing a cunt of a man like her ex,” Star says, rubbing her hands together.

“Okay, but you said we weren’t actually going to torture him,” I point out.

Star waves me off with a flick of her hand. “Sure, sure. It’s totally fine, come on. Tonight’s the night for payback!” She drapes her arm over my shoulder and leads us out to the porch.

All the brothers are sat lounging around, beers in hand, but as soon as they hear the clicking of our heels, their heads turn in our direction.

“Fuck me,” Ghost mutters, his eyes zeroing in on Star’s ample and overflowing chest.

She gives him a flirty wink. “We are off. Catch me later, Casper,” Star taunts.

Ghost’s jaw ticks with irritation, but his eyes alight with lust at the challenge. I’m starting to feel like I’m standing in between their foreplay.

I feel a tug on my hand, and when I look up, I see Hap smirking as he pulls me into his arms. His hands casually move over the curve of my behind, a sinful smirk on his face.

“Thank fuck you ain’t going to a bar dressed like this, or I’d be killing a lot of fucking men for even looking your way,” he threatens.

“Is that a way of saying you think I look hot?” I ask, arching my brow at him.

His eyes sweep up and down my body. “Baby, I would fuck you right here, right fucking now, if you’d let me.”

My lips part as heat pools at my core. “In front of everyone?” I whisper.

His lips tip up into a sexy smirk. “Claiming you as mine for all to fucking see.” He grazes his lips along my jaw before nipping my earlobe. I suck in a shuddering breath. “Does that make you wet? The thought of people watching us?” he whispers against my ear.

I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling very dry. My hands grip his T-shirt tight in my fists, and Hap lets out a low and deep chuckle, knowing what he is doing to me.

“Okay, that’s enough. Stop tempting her with filthy promises,” Star yells loudly, snapping me out of my state of horniness.

I blink, my cheeks heating as Star pulls me back from Hap. “Wait!” he barks, stepping forward firmly, taking hold of my jaw before he crashes his mouth down to mine. the kiss is swift and intense, leaving me breathless. “Behave baby, you’re mine, remember,” he rasps across my lips before stepping back.

I blink up at him, and that playful smirk returns to his lips. “Bye,” I whisper. It’s the only word my brain can think to say. Star takes my hand and leads me down to the black van. Dixie is already sitting in the driver’s seat, looking anxious. We climb into the back and shut the door behind us.

“Let’s go!” Star yells excitedly.

Dixie speeds off, and the van’s wheels screech in a wheel spin, making us all cheer and laugh.

We arrive at the clubhouse, and two big ass dudes are standing at the door, waiting for us. “Who are these guys?” Belle asks.

“Ghost hired extra protection for us tonight. Just in case. What with Eugene still out there.” Star shrugs as she leans over and opens the van door. We all pile out, and one of the big guys opens the door for us to enter. We walk in, and loud music rings out. There’s a table of food and cocktails ready for us to pour. They had even decorated it with banners and balloons for Nova.

“I feel bad that they did all this, and we are fucking off,” I mutter.

“It’s kind of sweet of them.” Elsie smiles sweetly.

“Okay, let’s get on it. Remember, they will be watching us on the cameras.” Star walks over to the drink and pours in the crushed sleeping pills into two glasses. She then turns with the glasses in hand and walks towards the guys at the door.

“Do you think they will take them?” I ask.

“Have you seen Star? She can pretty much make any man do whatever she wants,” Maggie snorts.

“Here, let’s have a drink before they pass out,” Maggie adds, handing me a drink. I take it and look at it. “It’s a mocktail, no alcohol,” she adds.

I nod my thanks, then take a sip, wishing I could have a stiff drink right now to calm my nerves. I wanted Trent to suffer. Hell, I wanted my sister to suffer. Just a little bit, at least. I’m not hurting over them anymore, so maybe that’s why I feel hesitant in doing this.

We stand around laughing and talking like we would be if we were planning on staying. When we hear the thud of the two men collapsing to the floor, we move quickly.

Star and Dixie leave their notes on the table before quickly running behind us. We jump in the van, and my heart is racing with nerves and excitement. Star is the last to jump in.

“Go, go, go!” she yells, her voice full of laughter.

“I brought this. Figured we might need it,” Rhea says, holding a bottle of tequila. Star takes it and knocks back a large gulp before coughing and spluttering from the burn of the alcohol.

“I’ve never felt more jealous until right now,” I moan.

Josie smirks. “I’m pretty sure you felt worse when watching that girl try to dry-hump Hap,” she points out with a giggle, clearly already feeling tipsy.

“This is a different type of jealousy. I don’t want to punch Star for drinking the tequila. I just have a feeling of longing,” I sigh.

Star pats my hand. “Only a few more months, then we will get you good and wasted.”

Twenty minutes later, Dixie yells, “We are here!” I squint my eyes through the window, seeing the lights are on.

Star reaches for the door and yanks it open. As we are all about to pile out, our phones all start going off. “Leave them in the van. We can call them after we are done here,” Star suggests.

We do as she says, and I lead the way into my sister’s house. Knowing the location of the spare key, I don’t bother knocking. After I unlock the door, we all file in. The girls are giggling and speaking in hushed voices as we make our way through the house, following the sound of voices in the garden. We step out onto the back decking, and Star moves to stand beside me.

“Good evening, we would like a word with Trent,” she sneers, ignoring the other people sitting around the table with them. My parents turn to face me, and my mother’s face contorts into one of disgust as she eyes me. My gaze flickers from them to the banner pinned up. Congratulations on your engagement . “What the fuck,” Star mutters, noticing it the same time as me.

“Alina,” my sister calls, bringing my attention to her as she stands, her hand resting on her round stomach.

My lips part in shock. She must be at least six months. “Holy mother fucking shit!” Star screeches.

I frown. “How? When?” I ask, pleased to see that my sister at least has the decency to look a little ashamed.

“I swear, we only found out about four weeks ago. I wasn’t showing. I just thought I was getting fat,” she explains.

I feel sick to my stomach. While we were trying, my sister would have been pregnant. “I thought you couldn’t have kids. We had tests done,” I press.

“Apparently, I have a very accepting uterus.” Steph shrugs.

“Yeah, apparently it has no fucking standards,” Star quips.

“Well, I never!” my mom gasps in shock.

“Oh, come off it, Mom. You’re siding with your daughter that had an affair with your other daughter’s husband and is pregnant with him! Yet you’re offended by the word fuck?” I snap.

“Well, at least she’s expecting with a decent man. You get knocked up by a one-night stand with a biker of all people!” my mother says in a horrified tone.

“Exactly. He got the job done in one night. Something he wasn’t man enough to get done with months of trying!” I yell and point at Trent.

Star places her hand gently on mine. “Easy, don’t get too stressed,” she whispers in a calm tone. “I’ve got you,” she assures before stepping forward and sliding something on her hands.

“Star! You said you wouldn’t bring your brass knuckle dusters!” Dixie yells in protest.

Star turns her attention to Dixie. “I didn’t. These are my gold-plated ones,” she says with a wink.

“I’m just going to start the van up now so we have a quick getaway ready to go,” Dixie mutters, turning away.

I watch as Star approaches Trent, and his eyes go wide as he takes in her appearance. I almost smirk. Trent wouldn’t have a fucking clue how to handle a woman like Star.

“Punch him in his maggot dick, Star!” Josie cheers excitedly from behind me.

Star stops in front of Trent, smiling. “Geoffrey, do something,” my mother protests.

“Not a chance, Katherine. I wanted to knock him on his ass months ago.” My dad shrugs as he carries on eating his steak like nothing is happening. I smile at my dad. At least someone has my back.

“Hey Trent, I’m Star, and I’m Alina’s new BFF. We are all her BFF’s So when we learnt what you did to her, we just felt like something needed to be done,” Star says with a threatening smile.

“She won everything! I got nothing,” Trent protests, his wide eyes flicking back and forth from me to Star, as if I’m going to stop her.

“Oh, I know, but what you and this skank did is fucking humiliating.” Star looks to Steph. “And you’re supposed to be her sister. Fuck, you are worse than him.” Star tuts.

“Alina, you can’t let her talk to me like that,” Steph protests.

My spine straightens, and with my fists clenched at my side, I want nothing more than to hit my sister, but I can’t because she’s pregnant, and it’s not the poor baby’s fault that they will have a shit-for-brains mother and father.

I stop at the table in front of Steph. “I won’t stop her because she is right. You are supposed to be my fucking sister. When the stress of trying to get pregnant broke me, I confided in you. I cried on your fucking shoulder while you were secretly sucking off my cunt of a husband!” I bark.

“Jesus, Geoffrey. Control your daughter,” my mother tuts.

“Katherine, shut the fuck up and eat your steak. Steph needs to hear this,” my dad snaps at my mom. I’ve never heard him talk to her like that, and my heart swells a little at hearing it. My mom is too stunned to argue, and as she eats her steak, her bottom chin wobbles, fighting back the tears.

“Girls,” Star calls, and the rest of the ol’ ladies move towards Trent.

I just stand there, wondering what’s going on. They move quickly, and as they hold Trent still, they begin to remove his clothes. He tries to fight them off, but he’s outnumbered. Steph also tries to intervene, but I stop her. I try to see what they are doing huddled around Trent. His cries in protest are weak, and it sounds like he’s about to cry. He’s pathetic. How could I have ever loved this man? They step back from him when they’re done, and I can’t help but burst out laughing.

Trent stands there in nothing but his white boxers, the words ‘little maggot’ written in marker across his boxers. They’d even written ‘cheating cunt’ in black marker all over his torso. They’d even managed to write it on his face.

Star steps back, and after she pulls out a phone, she holds it up to record him. “Wait. I thought you left your phone in the truck?” I ask.

“Oh, this isn’t my phone. It’s Trent’s, and we are live on his social media account. Say hello to all your friends.” Star giggles.

Maggie hands him a piece of paper. “Now, if you could just read that to the camera,” she says, gesturing to it.

Trent exhales as his wobbly hand reaches for the paper. “I, Trent Rice, am a slimy snake with an ugly cunt face. I have a teeny weeny penis that I don’t know how to use. I want to publicly apologise to Alina Bennet for wasting so many years of her life and then betray her. I did it because I am a pathetic man with a shrimp dick that still doesn’t know where the clitoris is. I don’t deserve Alina, and I never did. I only deserve her piece-of-shit sister. Thank you for listening to me.” Trent pauses, glaring up at Star.

“Come on, finish what it says,” she says, smirking.

Trent exhales. “One more thing before I go. I would now like for all my friends and family to call me Tiddly Widdly. Please try not to laugh, because it’s not my fault. I’m hung like a mosquito. I am like a light switch, a tweezer squeezer, a hamster dick. I am PC – Phallically Challenged. With my splinter dick, I have found my perfect match. A cum depository, with her bearded claim we are a perfect match.”

My dad throws his head back and roars with laughter. “Dad!” Steph protests.

He wipes his eyes through his laughter. “Bearded claim, that’s a good one.”

Trent continues. “That’s all from me, Tiddly Widdly. From one button mushroom to another, good night,” he finishes, screwing up the paper into a ball and throws it to the ground.

I’m crying with laughter. Star ends the live feed and taps away on her phone before she places it on the floor and crushes it under her stiletto heel. “Well, it’s been a pleasure.” Star grins. “Mr. Bennet, lovely to meet you. You are welcome at the club any time. Mrs. Bennet, you can go fuck yourself with your slut daughter,” Star says with a sweet smile. My mom’s mouth hangs open in shock, while my dad just laughs. I walk to my dad and give him a light kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” I whisper to him.

He grabs my hand. “I always knew you were the strong one, and I should have stepped in sooner, but I’m glad you have friends like this at your back,” he says with sincerity.

I nod and promise to call him. As we leave, we hear Trent screeching.

“There are already a thousand views! Jesus, Steph. Help me take it down!” he yells. I laugh harder, and as we get into the truck, I grab Star’s arm and pull her into a hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper, meaning every word. Never having someone to back me up like this made me realise what a lonely life I had been living.