Unbeloved (Undeniable #4)(46)
Cox’s grin grew. “It ain’t really fair that only Jase gets a piece. Gotta sample somehow, yeah?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.”
Realizing I wasn’t in the mood to be groped, Cox dropped his arm, and a scowl replaced his smile.
“Dude,” he grumbled, pounding his fist on the bar. “That’s twice now I’ve been rejected. Pass the f*ckin’ Jack.”
“We’re back to this shit again?” Blue asked. Sitting at his usual corner of the bar, Blue grabbed the bottle of liquor off the counter and tucked it inside his leather cut. Behind his long white beard, Blue’s wrinkled lips curled into a smile, his milky-white eyes sparkling with youthful humor.
Nobody knew Blue’s true age, but not even the oldest of the brothers had ever known Blue without a full head of long white hair and an equally white beard. But despite his age, he could hold his own and liked to prove as much by drinking far more than anyone, young or old, ever should.
“Fuckin’ greedy old man,” Cox muttered. “Can’t you see I’m f*ckin’ grievin’ over here’?”
Blue lifted a bushy white eyebrow. “Shut up, you idiot. You ain’t grievin’, you’re f*ckin’ poutin’ like a goddamn baby.”
Confused, I glanced between the three men. “What happened?” I asked.
“Nothin’!” Ripper said, laughing. “Fuckface here is still pissed Kami walked out on us in the middle of the night.”
Cox snapped into an upright position. “Fuck her!” he yelled. “FUCK HER!”
I rolled my eyes again. It had been several weeks since Eva Fox, the twenty-two-year-old daughter of the Silver Demons MC president, had shown up out of nowhere, her friend Kami in tow. Eva, who had a history with Deuce, had headed straight for him, and Kami had ended up spending three days in bed with Cox and Ripper. Then both women had just up and split in the middle of the night. Cox, who’d never been walked out on before in his life since he always did the leaving, wasn’t handling it very well. And judging by the rage fest currently going on inside Deuce’s office with loud cursing and crashes, accompanied by loud female moaning, Deuce wasn’t handling it at all.
Actually, no one had liked what had happened. In the short time she’d been here, I’d enjoyed Eva’s company immensely. Not once had she treated me like anything less than her equal. Most of the boys’ families, their wives and children, paid very little attention to me, if any at all. In order to keep my relationship with Jase a secret, only known among the boys and the club groupies, I too was labeled a groupie, and was therefore considered persona non grata, not worthy of them. I wasn’t an old lady, therefore, to them I was nothing. Nothing but a whore.
It had been so nice to be able to talk with another woman at the club, one who wasn’t here for the sole purpose of spreading her legs. Eva was respected for being Preacher’s daughter, and even holding that position she had still treated me with dignity. I could only imagine the differences between the Demons MC and the Horsemen. The club whores in Eva’s care were probably treated better than the old ladies.
But the biggest difference her arrival had brought about had been in Deuce. During those three days, he’d been a different man. His permanent scowl had lifted, he’d been the bearer of jokes and smiles, he’d been happy. And when Deuce was happy, the club was happy.
Now that Eva was gone, Deuce was miserable, and so was everyone else.
Except Ripper. As usual, he wasn’t bothered by any of it, didn’t have a care in the world, and was laughing manically at Cox’s sour expression.
“She’s a stuck-up, spoiled f*ckin’ bitch,” Cox continued. “It’s ’cause I’m Puerto Rican. She’s a f*ckin Rican hater. Don’t got no appreciation for dark meat.”
“Get a f*ckin’ grip,” Ripper said. “You sound like a little bitch.”
“Wait,” Blue said. “You mean to tell me, you’re not Mexican?” The old man shook his head. “And all this time I was over here thinkin’ ya were.”
Cox’s eyes went wide but just as his mouth opened, one of Deuce’s double office doors swung open, crashing loudly against the wall and cutting off whatever nonsense was going to come out of Cox’s mouth.
The four of us turned, watching as Deuce came storming out into the room, his cut in his hand and his leathers unbuttoned, hanging open in the front. Miranda, Deuce’s usual girl, came sauntering out next. Taking a seat at the bar, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from inside her low-cut top, placed one between her plump pink lips, and lit it up.
Miranda might be considered beautiful to some, all long legs and a luxurious mane of blonde hair, but I found the woman more trashy than anything else. Even so, I kept my feelings to myself. I was in no position to express my dislike for Deuce’s taste in extracurricular activities. Not when most people viewed me as an extracurricular activity as well.
“You *s plan on doin’ f*ckin’ anything today?” Deuce yelled as he stalked past us. “Or you just gonna sit on your f*ckin’ asses, drinkin’ my motherf*ckin’ booze?”
No one said a word, just watching in silence as he stomped across the room. He had nearly rounded the corner when he stopped suddenly and turned.
“Barbeque tomorrow,” he growled. “You cookin’, D?”