Affliction

“Sy, you might wa

“She’s just fucking friendly,” I defend her like it even matters. They all laugh and I can't help the grin that breaks free. Assholes.

“Let's just fuckin’ vote. I’ve got a pregnant woman waiting for me out there. All in favor of Hunter takin’ a patch?”’ Nix calls out. Going around the table, we all vote unanimously and Nix calls it. Calling Hunter in, he gives him the speech he gave me, and probably the speech his father gave my father. The words hold true meaning to the club. The brotherhood is tight. They’re your family who supports you through everything. Loyalty goes a long way and respect is earned.

“You ready to party?” Jesse stands to congratulate our newest brother on his new right to wear the sanctioned jacket patch.

“Hell, yeah,” Hunter says, taking all our pats on the back.

“Then let's fucking party,” Brooks hollers, draping his arm over Hunter’s shoulders and walking him out. Fuck, I remember my patch-in party.

Booze, pussy and more pussy.

Shit is going to get messy.

CHAPTER FORTY

Holly

“Where you been, baby? I’ve been waiting for you.” Sy’s bourbon breath hits my nose letting me know he’s already started drinking. I just pulled up and found him waiting for me by the entrance. Sy called a couple of hours ago telling me Hunter was patched in so they were throwing a party. Rearranging my workday tomorrow so I could party late, I made my way home and decided to go all out and dress for the occasion. I don’t go out as much as I used to, my time all wrapped up in Sy, and the closet full of shoes and dresses were calling to me. Deciding to go with a midnight black, one-shoulder dress that’s tight and short in all the right places, I raced around to make sure I would make it here in time.

“I’m here,” I say, letting him embrace me.

“You look fucking sexy,” he half growls, half moans.

“So do you,” I reply, loving the smell of oil and leather on his skin. “Is everyone here?” I ask when he pulls back.

“Yes, everyone and then some. So best behavior, Holly,” he warns with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” I tease, watching his gaze darken.

“Sir? I think I like it.” He leans into my space kissing me deeply. I don’t fight it, letting the kiss deepen to the point that we could skip the party and go straight to bed.

“Come on, before I fuck you right out of this dress,” he groans, taking my hand and walking me inside.

The clubhouse is full. The music is blaring and the drinks are flowing. We walk past people who I’ve never met before; some smile, some check me out, but most just nod. Hunter sits at the bar with two whores on his knees, going between kissing one and groping the other.

“Are you sure you want me here?” I ask, looking around at all the women who are barely wearing any clothes.

“Why wouldn’t I want you here, Holly?” He turns to face me and I look around the clubhouse feeling out of my element. The women and men are practically fucking each other on the table. What the fuck? I’ve never seen it like this before. “Don’t even worry about anyone here. Just you and me, remember?” he asks, coming forward and kissing me.

“Holly!” Kadence moves forward, taking my hand and dragging me away from Sy.

“Hey! Bring my woman back!” he yells, but she doesn’t listen. She just drags me out of the main room and back into the kitchen with her.

“What's wrong?” I ask when we’re in the privacy of the empty kitchen.

“Just warning you, this is a patch-in party. Kelly told me they’ve been known to get crazy, like crazy-crazy.” She raises her brows, looking concerned.

“Kadence, it’s a biker club. Of course, it’s going to get crazy.” I laugh at her. But she doesn’t laugh, just looks panicked.

“Yeah, and I’ve partied with them before, and they were a little crazy and I couldn’t handle it.”

“That’s because you’re not me. Relax. Don’t worry about me okay? Come, let's get me a drink. I need one if I'm going to survive.” I turn and head back out to the bar. I might feel out of my element but I’m going to have a good time.

“Holly, you’re here,” Hunter shouts when we walk up to the bar.

“Watch it, Hunter. You cross over the line tonight and I’ll lay you out at your patch-in party,” Sy warns from his spot on the stool. I roll my eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Sy grabs my arm and pulls me to his lap.

“Sy, the man has whore one and whore two on his lap. Leave him alone,” I say, looking up at Tina and another whore I've yet to meet. “Make sure you wrap it tonight, Hunter. Who knows what you’ll be catching.” I curl my lip at the nastiness that is Tina. I mean seriously, this is who he chooses to celebrate getting a patch with?

“Um, excuse me.” Tina uses her fake whiney voice.  I’m sure she thinks it’s cute, but it’s just plain a

“What the actual fuck?” Sy growls from behind me, and stands. I lose my seat, but I don’t let him defend me. I’ve got this bitch.

“What did you just say?” I step in, pushing her off Hunter’s lap and watching her land on the floor in a heap. My heart does this double beat as her words start to penetrate. I know neither Sy nor I were virgins, but I don't need that shit thrown in my face.

“Please tell me your mouth did not eat her?” I turn, throwing my arm out to the bitch and looking at Sy.

“Fuck, no,” he says, his face telling me he’s disgusted by the thought.

“You fucked me, Sy. Don't lie,” the whore says, standing from the floor, making me want to knock her down again.

“Bitch, I fucked you once. One night, ten months ago. Don't fucking spew your fucked-up bullshit to my old lady. I didn't fucking put you in my bed and I sure as fucking hell didn't taste your dirty cooche. You were a hole, a loose one at that, when I was too fucking lazy to pull it off. Don't confuse it for anything else.” Sy sounds angrier by the minute as the clubhouse quietens.

“Well, there you have it. She has a loose hole. Who would have thought that?” I joke, breaking the silence.

“Fuck you, Holly,” Tina says when the catcalls start up. I don't even care if that was a bitchy thing to say; the woman deserves it.

“Run along, skank,” I say, ready for her to be gone. “If you ever speak about my man fucking you again, I will cut you. Do you understand me?” I get right up in her face. I don’t know where this crazy fire is coming from, but knowing this two-bit whore had Sy’s cock inside of her isn’t helping.

“Whoa there, firecracker.” Sy pulls me back against him. “You're sexy when you're angry, but you ain't cutting anyone.”

“Aww cat fight, Sy. Let them go,” Jesse calls out.

“Fuck off, Tina. Get out before I take you out,” he demands, not letting me at her.

“I’m out anyway. I don’t need this shit,” she says, walking to the exit. “Call me when you get tired of this trash,” she throws one last insult back at me.

“Are you kidding me?” Sy rumbles, ready to stalk after her but Nix’s voice stops him.

“Don't fuckin' come back, Tina. You know the fuckin' rules. You don't disrespect one of our own or his old lady. Get gone,” he dismisses her, going back to talking to Kadence, who is watching me carefully.

I know she warned me, but I wasn't expecting the bitch to be so blatant.

“Come here, Holly.” Sy pulls me back on his lap, “I’m so fucking hard right now,” he whispers over the excitement of the room.

“Yeah, well, sort it out yourself. I don’t even want to think about your hard cock after the reminder of where it’s been,” I reply, pulling out of his hold. Sy doesn't grab for me, just lets me order a whiskey from some other skank behind the bar. I've never seen this one around before, and I can't help but wonder if Sy has fucked her too. Regretting the choice of only one shot, I order a double and hope it kicks in soon.