The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(39)

Rebecca felt eyes on her and her friend as they sat at the bar. An old fat man with a bad comb over took their order and set two beers in front of them. Rebecca had only taken two swigs by the time one of the Roses was at her side.

“Don’t see many Hammer’s up here,” the woman said as Rebecca looked at her. She was younger than Gloria, but older than Rebecca. She had bright red hair and a face full of freckles.

“Don’t see many women as ugly as you,” Gloria said, leaning over her friend. Rebecca sighed and closed her eyes. She knew there was going to be a problem. That was who Gloria was.

“You’re in our neck of the woods,” the redhaired woman said. She had her name sewn into her vest. It said Red.

Gloria snorted. “Red huh? They give you all imaginative nicknames out here.”

“My daddy called me Red his whole life,” the woman with the flaming red hair said. “You talking bad about my daddy?”

“Is he dead?” Gloria asked.

Rebecca smirked. She could see what was coming. She picked up her beer and down it.

“He is,” Red said, “God rest his soul.”

Gloria took a drink. “I’ll drink to that. He’s in a better place. Anywhere you don’t have to look at your ugly mug is surely a better place.”

“You bitch,” Red said, and she glared at the two other women at the corner table, and they got up. Rebecca glanced back at them. There was a woman about her age with a shaved head named Mabel and a dark haired beauty of about fifty named Holly.

Rebecca had been in fights before, but she had never started one. But something about Red, and something about the way Rebecca had been feeling since sleeping with Hull, it made her want to hit someone. And so she did. She stood up quickly and set her feet, and then she sent her closed fist flying into Red’s face. She felt the woman’s nose snap under her knuckles, and when she pulled her hand away, she saw blood gushing from Red’s nostrils, as crimson as her hair.

Red stumbled back, and then Holly as upon her. Rebecca saw Gloria turn to take on Mabel, and then Holly was upon her, and Rebecca had to focus on that. She turned just as the woman shoved her, and Rebecca fell hard into the bar, slamming her ribs on the edge. She gritted her teeth and grabbed her empty beer bottle. She swung it at Holly’s head, but the pretty woman ducked it and planted an uppercut on Rebecca’s chin. Her head snapped back, and she saw stars. She almost fell, but the bar kept her upright, and Rebecca shook the pain away with two quick twists of her head, and then she stepped forward, throwing the bottle at Holly.

The woman ducked it, but Rebecca was already following up with a roundhouse punch, and it connected with a dull thunk to the side of Holly’s head.

“Get out of here with that garbage!” the fat man behind the car was saying. The bottle Rebecca threw flew through the air and broke against the far wall. “I mean it!” the bartender said again.

No one paid him any attention. Red was getting up, her hand over her bleeding nose. Holly rushed forward and slammed Rebecca against the bar. She looked over and saw Gloria and Mabel on the floor, trading punches and kicks. Red went after Rebecca, standing behind Holly and throwing punches when she could.

“Get out!” the man behind the bar yelled, and then Rebecca heard a loud click. The women froze and turned to the man. He had pulled a shotgun from beneath the bar and had pumped it. He aimed it in the women’s general direction. “Ain’t none of that shit welcome here.”

“Alright old timer,” Rebecca said as Holly let her go. She held her hands up. “Don’t shoot.”

She giggled, and so did the other women, Hammers and Black roses alike. They left together, and Rebecca wondered if the fight would continue, but everyone had gotten their licks in, and they climbed upon their bikes and parted ways on somewhat good terms. Rebecca and Gloria headed back to town.

They stopped in front of Gloria’s place, a small and dingy trailer on the outskirts of town.

“Something's getting to you,” Gloria said. “Still a problem with Jason? Look, he’s a dipshit, and the rest of the guys are too. I know you love the club, and things will work out. Stick with it.”

“It’s not that,” Rebecca said truthfully. “Hull is back in town.”

“He is? What a fine hunk of man. He didn’t come to see me.”

Rebecca laughed.

“So what’s the problem?”

“He… wants to start again.”

“Start again. He’s a good man.”

“Something is just wrong. It feels wrong.”

Gloria sighed and climbed off of her back. “You young women. You think too much about everything. Figure it out, figure out what you want, and then do that. It’s that simple.”

“So you say.”

“Get out of here, I’m going to drink some beers by myself. You get into too many fights.”

“I get into too many fights? Didn’t you get into a fight during your wedding?”

“Which one, the first one or the second one?” Gloria asked.

“Both of them,” Rebecca said with a laugh.

“Oh, right,” Gloria said, and then she laughed and headed into her trailer, leaving Rebecca to start her motorcycle and head home.





4