Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“I agree with Crazy Bitch. Do you really think a woman would sign a contract like that?”
Killyama glared at Train as if he had asked her to sign the contract that must have been in the movie they were discussing.
Calder wondered how long the double feature was playing, planning to go see it when he had time. It sounded like his type of movie.
“I bet it’s not even legal. Is it, Diamond?”
“Who in the fuck would sign it if it were?” Crazy Bitch answered before Diamond could.
“Depends on the man.” Sex Piston shrugged. “I’d sign if I wanted to do a man bad enough.”
“You would?” Stud’s eyes narrowed on his wife.
“Don’t worry, Stud. I’m speaking hypothetically.”
“I don’t know any woman who would sign a contract like that,” Looney said from the next table.
“I do.”
Calder’s interest was piqued. Any woman who signed a contract that he assumed would make her a submissive was a woman he wanted to get to know. “Text me her number.”
The last thing Calder remembered before his chair was swept out from underneath him was Shade’s furious face.
Crazy Bitch had been responsible for him being knocked out twice that night, and she hadn’t lifted a hand.
6
“Damn, Shade, I was just joking!” Crazy Bitch remained seated, despite wanting to make sure Calder was okay.
The Last Rider who took Calder out with one swing of his fist sat unconcerned that he was a guest in another clubhouse.
She was more furious at herself than Shade. Everyone who knew Shade knew he had a hair trigger temper where his wife was concerned.
“You see me laughing?”
Lily glared at her husband, trying to get off his lap. His club members weren’t happy, either.
“Sorry, Stud.”
Viper and Knox helped Calder back onto his seat.
“What did I say this time?”
Crazy Bitch lifted her bottle of beer, trying to hide her smile at Calder’s question. The man already had one swollen eye. Now the other one was starting to swell.
Her smile disappeared when Ginger came to the table with ice wrapped in a bar towel.
“This will make it feel better,” the slut crooned sickeningly.
Crazy Bitch eyed Ginger vindictively, watching her display of concern. He was fine. She didn’t need to act like he was actually hurt. Hell, she could take a punch from Shade and not blink an eye.
“Sorry,” Shade mumbled at Lily’s anger.
“So, you going to tell me what I did?”
“It was my fault for running my mouth.” Crazy Bitch wasn’t apologizing to Calder but Lily. Every bitch knew that Shade was a Dominant. When they had first met Lily, the poor lamb had no idea of the caliber of wolf that was breathing down her neck. Their marriage had to have been an eye opening experience. That’s for damn sure.
She saw Calder looking toward her, and then at Lily.
“You trying to get me killed?” he snarled at her.
“If I wanted you dead, you would be dead.” Crazy Bitch made a kissy face at him. “Shade was just giving you a little love pat. If he really wanted to hurt you, your ass would be heading to the hospital.”
Train pulled Killyama back to her chair after she went to the bar and brought Calder a beer.
“Dude, what’s your problem?” Killyama scolded.
“If Calder needs a beer, he can get it himself, or get Ginger to get it for him.”
“Why do you give a fuck that I got Calder a beer? It was one of your friends who knocked his beer out of his hand.”
“I guess he wasn’t as hard to take down as you thought.”
Train’s jealousy was ticking off her friend. Crazy Bitch thought about telling Train he was walking a fine line of returning home without Killyama if he made her any madder. Instead, she decided to let the fight she had unknowingly instigated play out. It had been too long since there had been a fight in the club.
“What are you talking about?”
“You remember when we were at the party at Rosie’s and you told me I couldn’t take Calder with his hands and feet tied behind his back,” Train reminder her smugly.
“Number one, you ain’t Shade. Number two, Shade hit Calder when he wasn’t expecting it. And fucking number three, you aren’t Shade.”
Crazy Bitch’s mouth curled into a devious smile as she watched the fight. “A Last Rider couldn’t beat a Destructor in a fair fight.” She added more fuel to the fire.
“You trying to start another brawl? Isn’t two in one night enough for you?” Calder lowered the ice from his swollen eye.
“Two?”
“Never mind. Quit trying to rile everyone up. We were having a good time until you got here.”
She looked down at the table, strangely hurt. What he thought had never hurt her before.
“Don’t take it out on my bitch that Shade handed you your ass on a platter. She’s right.”
Crazy Bitch gave Sex Piston a grateful look for being in her corner.