into her frightened eyes with his dark ones, clearly enjoying the pain he was giving her. He didn’t like this slut; she was a mean gossip who wasn’t nice to the other girls at all. “You got me, bitch?”
Rebecca quivered under Snake’s hand. She rasped, “Not a word outta my mouth, I swear to God, Snake. Let me go. I’ll do whatever he wants and nobody will know.”
Snake smiled cruelly. “Good. He’s fucked up, so grab a bottle of JD and get him into the back room. We don’t need him getting outta control in the bar. Better do your best to make him happy; he can be a real bastard.”
He let her go and watched her hurry to lean over the bar and ask for a bottle of JD. He nodded to the prospect who looked at him for permission. With a slight nod, the bottle was in Rebecca’s hands.
Bullet tried to make sense out of Nailz’ slurred rambling but quickly grew tired of it. He watched Snake handle the slut and the problem of Nailz with ease. Bullet liked a quick thinker, and if he was going to run this chapter, Snake would be a good VP.
“Nailz, bro, the chick wants to take your drunken ass in the back and make ya happy. Think your dick will get hard?” Bullet knew Nailz well enough to know that ribbing him would get him to prove his dick did indeed work.
“Bottle of Jack and a hot mouth? Fuck you, Bullet. I’m down with that. The chick will have to suck me off for hours, though. I get whiskey dick. Where’s the bitch?” He looked around, then found her by the bar. “What the hell’s your name, hun? Ya wanna get lucky and suck me off?”
“My name’s Rebecca,” she answered dryly, “and I have a bottle of JD. I’d love to make you happy, Nailz.” She looked up at him with a big smile on her face. The bottle pressed against her tits, and she ran her tongue over her top lip, darting it in and out. She widened her eyes at Nailz.
That was all Nailz needed: a woman wanting to make him happy and not complain. High-fiving Snake and Bullet, he left with her to go to the back room.
After his departure, Bullet lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke in a bluish cloud. “Nailz ain’t himself. Something’s off. Tramp is down in Sea Woods tonight. I’m a’ call down there and see what the fuck’s up.” He stood up and grabbed the change from the bar and headed to the payphone in the hallway.
Snake kept his eyes on the hallway watching Bullet and making sure Nailz didn’t come out of the back room. Bullet had called it; something was really off with the big man tonight and he didn’t need to be fighting with Nailz. Usually Nailz won, and he didn’t want to be in a fight with him. That slut Rebecca had better keep the man happy.
“Fucking Nailz was supposed to go home, not come up here. Fuck us! Tramp wants him here in the morning, big meeting. He’s sending Inky and Slick up here now to make sure he doesn’t leave.” Bullet kicked the barstool over. He noticed a lone biker walking through the door and called to him. “Nico. Over here. What the hell went down tonight with Nailz?”
Nico righted the overturned stool and put his helmet on the bar. “Nailz attacked Veiko and Thorn. Fucker slapped Elena too, and Tramp ain’t happy. Thorn turned his patch in. He’s going over to Nefarious, but in good standing. Hell of a night, glad I got a room up here. I ain’t into the woods; hit a deer, and you’re a goner on a bike. Where’s Nailz? I spotted his truck so I decided to check on him. CeeCee is waiting in the hotel room for me.” He motioned the prospect bartending. “Rum and coke, and not the shit rum.”
Snake grinned. “Rebecca’s keeping him happy in the back room. So far. Hope for our sake she keeps him occupied all night.”
The three bikers all laughed and hoped Nailz was having the time of his life so he wouldn’t become a problem for them.
R ebecca was bored out of her mind. Listening to Nailz’ slurred speech was driving her crazy, and she wasn’t happy being stuck