Free Tank's Pearl (Devil's Iron MC #1) by Gm Scherbert Page B

really started to pile in. I feel really out of place here with these girls who look barely old enough to be out of high school let alone to drink with these mean burly looking bikers. How am I just noticing that compared to most of the men in here Tank looks like a baby, being at least ten to fifteen years younger than most everyone?
    I push open the bathroom door and am thankful to find it empty. As I am finishing up in one of the two stalls, I hear the door open and two girls come in. When I peep through the crack of the door as I am fixing my clothes I notice that one is Layla, the girl from the hallway before. This is not going to go well, why did I get caught in here with her?
    “Can you believe he brought that old ass woman here? What the fuck is he thinking? Does she think he is in this for the long haul with her? HA!” Layla says while caking on yet another layer of makeup.
    “I know! What the fuck is he thinking? She is at least fifteen years older than him and fat as fuck!”
    “I heard she has kids too. I bet her pussy is all stretched out. I wonder when he fucks her if he can even get off on that old stretched out pussy. He probably just gets lost in her fat and doesn’t even get to use his cock. It’s such a nice cock too, totally wasted on that bitch. I wonder how long it will be before he comes back to me.”
    As I push the stall door open and make eye contact through the mirror with the two girls, they both smirk. Of course, they knew that I was in here and were being complete bitches anyway, that’s great, and I am suddenly really pissed off. Nobody gets to treat me with disrespect, I don’t give a fuck where I am or who I am with.
    “Well, ladies, and I say that lightly, I am glad that you both got that off your chests, which seem to be somewhat lacking, if you ask me. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me or say to me while we are in here? I seem to be some good fodder for you so I would hate to break that up!”
    “Fodder? Who the fuck talks like that? Why don’t you just shut up you, stupid old hag. You probably remind Tank of his mom or something and he is just going through a Mommy phase or something. He will get tired of you and your bratty fucking kids’ quick enough before…“
    Is all she gets out before my right fist connects with her jaw. I walk out the door bumping into a group of women who must have overheard the commotion and had been listening at the door. I stride up to the bar and calmly ask Doc nicely for a shot of Jack on the rocks. As he finishes pouring the shot, I grab a few napkins, push some money towards Doc, slam the shot and dump the ice into the napkins to put on my knuckles. 
    I turn around and look up to see an angry Abraham, Blaze, and Layla heading towards me. This is not going to be good.
    “What the fuck, Pearl? You cannot hit Layla, she is club property” Abraham shouts at me while grabbing at my arm again making me flinch at the touch because of the bruises that he left on my arm. His eyes are heated as I endeavor to shrug out of his grasp and take a step back from him. He is unrelenting in his grasp though.
    My eyes go wide at his accusing tone and attacking actions. This is not how I thought he would handle this situation, fuck this is not how I would have thought I would have handled this situation. I can’t believe I just clocked that girl. What the fuck got into me? I am not sure what I thought he would do, but I sure as fuck didn’t think I would do that. I guess I thought he would at least ask me what happened not just jump to conclusions and accuse me of assaulting Layla.
    I glance towards Layla, and she is crying fake tears with a smirk in her eyes. Thank fuck that I landed a good hit to her face it will definitely leave a mark; it’s already starting to redden up. STUPID BITCH you reap what you sow! I’m sure she thinks that this will lead to her getting back into Tank’s bed, maybe more. I sure as hell would hate to see that happen,