Free Unbeautifully by Madeline Sheehan

between the two of them.
    Dorothy’s dishcloth hit the counter with a wet slap and she matched Hawk’s glare with one of her own.
    Which would have been funny if he wasn’t so confused, seeing as Dorothy was all of five foot nothing, a tiny slip of a woman, and he was positive he’d seen Hawk eat steaks bigger than her.
    “You’ve got no right to be sick of my bullshit!”
    Hawk’s mouth flattened and his fists clenched. “The fuck I don’t,” he growled low.
    “You don’t!” she cried.
    “Bitch, you throwin’ dishes at my fuckin’ head, actin’ straight up jealous, is tellin’ me I got a fuckin’ right.”
    Dorothy’s now wide, horrified eyes shot to Dirty, then him, then back to Hawk.
    “What is wrong with you?” she yelled. “You’ve already done enough damage and now you’re making it worse!”
    Eyebrows raised, Ripper got the feeling he was missing something.
    Hawk kicked at his fallen chair and took a menacing step toward her. “Damage!” he roared. “Is that what you call it? ’Cause I’m—”
    The swinging kitchen doors burst open and Cage ran in, holding a purple backpack over his head.
    “Asshole!” Tegen shrieked, running after him. “Give it back!”
    “Language!” Dorothy chastised.
    Still holding her backpack over his head, Cage grinned down at her. “Aw, Teacup, what’s the matter?”
    “Don’t call me that!” she yelled, jumping up and down like a jackrabbit on crack, trying to reach her bag when it was obvious that unless she grew about six inches in the next five seconds, there was no way in hell she was going to even come close. “I’m not a little kid anymore!”
    “No?” He laughed. “You finally grow outta that trainin’ bra?”
    “Cage!” Dorothy snapped. “Inappropriate!”
    Tegen’s pale, freckled face turned bright red with rage and just as Ripper thought she was about to blow, Cage faked left and then went right, darting around Tegen and back into the hallway.
    Letting out a frustrated scream, Tegen went shrieking after him.
    “Dammit,” Dorothy muttered, following them. Just before she left, she shot a glaring look in Hawk’s direction that promised all sorts of pain in the genital region.
    “In case you forgot,” Dirty said. “That’s Jase’s woman.”
    “No,” Hawk growled, “she’s Jase’s whore. He’s never gonna leave Chrissy.”
    Dirty shook his head. “Brother, don’t go there. Not with Jase, not over D. He ain’t gonna give her up.”
    Hawk’s hard brown eyes bored into Dirty. “Dude,” he muttered, smiling grimly, “you’re a couple years too late with that bullshit.”
    Surprised, Dirty glanced at Ripper and he shrugged in return. He hadn’t seen that shit coming either, but the truth of the matter was that Dorothy wasn’t Jase’s old lady, she was club ass, always had been. So if Hawk wanted to go toe-to-toe with Jase over the little redheaded bitch, he didn’t give a fuck.
    “So, I’m guessin’ that means no pussy to go,” Dirty said dryly.
    “Yeah,” Hawk muttered. “Not really feelin’ it.”
    Dirty turned to him. “Ripper?”
    He looked down at his bottle. If he were being honest, he really didn’t want any pussy. Except the one he wasn’t supposed to want. The one in the pink bikini with the firm little ass and perfect tits and tight, sweet pussy.
    Internally, he groaned. He had to stop this shit.
    Then, as if the entire motherfucking universe was against him and setting out to make his life as miserable as possible, Danny chose that very moment to walk into the kitchen. She took one look at him, turned bright red, and walked right back out.
    Sighing, he glanced up at Dirty.
    “Naw, dude,” he muttered. “I got a hot date with a dead worm.”
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Deuce pulled up to the house on his bike and cut his engine. His truck was here, meaning Eva was here, something he’d been hoping to avoid. He hadn’t seen her since she’d shown up at the club with Ivy, and that had been weeks