to attract a male.
“Thanks for the concern, but I have a pretty high metabolism. Besides, I just burned a bunch off with Priest, and boy that man has some stamina. I wouldn’t worry about what I put in my mouth, Tracey, I’m good.”
“It’s Lexi,” she snaps.
“I know,” I answer, because I do, but I still find it hilarious that Bates doesn’t.
“Whatever, bitch.” She turns around but tenses when Saint snaps out her name.
“Oh, let her be, Saint, she’s probably cranky because she hasn’t had her daily dose of semen yet. Not my idea of a protein shake, but to each their own. I do wonder though if she knows how many calories are in a pint of man fat?” I question, making him throw his head back and laugh.
“Is that true? Are there really calories in cum?” one of the other girls asks—this one I’m not familiar with.
“Apparently so, about five calories per teaspoon,” I answer, hoping nobody asks why I know this. Which reminds me, I need to message Owen later and get him to erase my laptop browser history if anything happens to me.
“Wow, you learn something new every day. I’m Lena, by the way. Chains and Widow’s old lady,” she says with a wave.
“Nice to meet you, Lena. I’m Reign.”
“Ignore Lexi. She’s just bitter that she couldn’t get Bates to make her his old lady.” Lena scowls in Lexi’s direction.
“Hey, Bates liked me just fine, but Priest doesn’t like anybody and Saint hasn’t been interested in giving his dick to anyone since being inside. He probably prefers to take it now.” Lexi mumbles the last part, likely thinking she was far quieter than she was, but that’s the thing about old buildings, sound echoes like crazy. Everyone in the kitchen turns to face her in shock. One of the twins even stands to make his move toward her, but nobody moves faster than me.
I’m up off the chair and across the room with my hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her face down to my knee and smashing her nose against it before she’s even realized anything is wrong.
“Looking at you makes me think of the saying, ‘you are what you eat’ because you, Tracey, are a massive dick.” How fucking dare she?
I yank her closer, ignoring her wail as blood runs from her nose down her face.
“An innocent man lost five years of his life, and you think it’s a joking matter? Implying he might have magically turned gay shows how fucking ignorant you are. Plenty of men are into dick, but the fact you think being gay must be the only reason a man isn’t into you is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. No, Slutty McWhoreface, he doesn’t want your rotten pussy because he knows he’ll likely end up with a flesh-eating disease.”
“Bates likes it,” she spits.
“Bates is Bates. He’s a fucking psychopath. He dices with death and gets hard doing it, but sweetie, he hasn’t touched you since I came along. He might be certifiable, but he understands quality when he sees it. Now, I don’t know all the ins and outs of MC rules, but I grew up with five brothers, and the saying is, if you can’t take it, don’t dish it out. You took your jab, now I’m taking mine.”
It’s the only warning I give her before pulling back my arm and punching her in her nose, making her squeal like a pig. A crunch lets me know that this time it’s broken, which pleases me. Even so, I throw a few more punches before a whistle has me looking up at the amused faces of the guys around me.
Bates and Priest are now standing on either side of Saint, all of them wearing shit-eating grins.
Oops. Okay, I might have gotten a tiny bit carried away.
“You can let her go now, Trouble,” Priest tells me. So I do, tossing her to the floor before walking over to the big industrial-sized sink and washing my hands.
“Erza, get her out of here. She has been warned too many fucking times. I’m done with her shit,” Bates orders.
That’s when Lexi starts wailing on the floor, begging for forgiveness as Erza walks over to grab her. He bends to pick her up, but she lunges away with a scream, making me roll my eyes.
“Bates, no, please, I’m sorry,” she pleads, but I’ve had enough. I bend down and grab her by her hair and start dragging her skinny ass across the floor, out