Cyclone of Chaos by E.C. Land (100 books to read .TXT) 📕

Grinning, we finish up the rest of church making plans to get the shipment from the cargo ship and to where it needs to go. Bullseye, Pyro, and Frost would make sure it got to Ghoul’s charter in Ohio while the rest of us take care of fuckwad and his obsession. I know Ghoul will be pissed I’m not coming up, but he’ll understand. He’s my uncle after all. No one fucks with my club or my family.

Just as we’re about to finish a loud crash comes from the other side of the door.

What the fuck was that?

Chapter Twelve

Emery

“Mom, why do those women keep giving you the stink eye?” Stone asks after the doors to the room the guys hold church in closes.

“Don’t worry about them, Buddy,” I say. I know those women hate me and wish I weren’t here. The clubwhores have been staring daggers at me since the moment I walked in the door and Samuel claimed me as his ol’ lady.

I might not know much about club life, but in my own life it means they answer to me. See at home my father and the men who worked for him had women around them that thought their shit didn’t stink and they’d end up married to one of the higher ups. I’ve gotten into plenty of altercations where one thought they could tell me what to do.

Yeah, nope, that’s not how it works.

“Hey why don’t you go put that up and we’ll go whip something up in the kitchen,” I suggest. Tomorrow’s Samuel’s birthday and I’ve always tried to make sure Stone felt like he had a part of his dad with him. It hurt like a bitch every year because I knew we weren’t actually here to do this with Samuel.

Nodding, Stone gathers his art stuff and heads towards his dad’s room. Standing up, I start to make my way to the kitchen when three of the clubwhores or as I’ve heard some of the guys call them CW’s step in front of me.

“You think you’re hot shit coming in here,” the blond, I think her name is Barbie, snaps with her arms crossed over her chest.

“He’s never gonna stay with you. Scorch likes his variety,” Cookie sneers. When I heard her name, I knew I wouldn’t forget it because I made the mistake of asking why she was called that. I’m not one to judge but seriously why would she want to eat another woman’s pussy when it’s been fucked by so many dicks. It could have some serious diseases up in that snatch.

The last girl just stood with them; her arms crossed over her chest as she glares at me.

“I don’t know what the hell y’alls problem is with me but confront me like this again and will have a serious problem. It'll be one where the club is lacking its free pussy. I’d hate to piss the guys off but get in my face and you’ll lose some teeth,” I say calmly. I’m not about to let these bitches intimidate me.

I’ve gone up against far worst men than these stupid cunts.

“Who do you think you are bitch? Just because he claimed you as his ol’ lady means nothing to me.” Barbie with her fake blond hair steps forward until she’s directly in front of my face.

“I suggest you take a step back,” I warn.

“I don’t think so. See you seem to think you have a right to be here. You don’t. In my opinion you need to go back to wherever the fuck you came from. Scorch is ours. So, gather your little brat and get the fuck out.” She did not just call my son a brat.

“I’m not going to tell you again, get the fuck out of my face before I alter yours,” I seethe.

The cunt had the nerve to laugh before spitting at me. “Go ahead and try,” she sneers.

Wiping the spit with the back of my hand, I waste no time in sending it into Barbie’s direction, backhanding the side of her face with enough force to cause her to stagger backward.

“You bitch,” she screams as she catches herself.

“I told you to get out of my face,” I shrug.

“You’re a dead whore,” screaming the dumb bitch has the nerve to launch at me.

Shaking my head, I duck to miss her fist too and send my own into her stomach. I don’t miss as the silent one steps further back, her face paling. Cookie decides to join in on the action and goes to grab my hair.

“You don’t belong here, you stupid bitch,” she screeches as I avoid her hands.

Rolling my eyes, I notice Stone standing directly by the door to the room all the guys are in. Catching his gaze, I shake my head no at him. I won’t have Samuel fight my battles. These bitches need to learn I won’t play games.

Barbie comes at me at the same time Cookie does. Stepping back, enough for when they both get close I can grab both of their hair and smash their faces into each other’s. Screaming in pain, I release my grip and shove them into a table that they topple over sending the table crashing sideways with them.

Not even a moment later Samuel is out the door with his brothers behind him. Pushing Stone behind him he takes in the scene. “What the fuck is going on in here?”

Cookie and Barbie both start crying and run toward him clutching onto his arm. Rolling my eyes, I merely sit at one of the tables and shrug my shoulders while cunt one and two cried about how I attacked them for no reason.

Oh, please give me a break. These two are pathetic.

“Angel, you got something to add to what they have to say?” he demands.

“Nope, they got what they deserved,” I say, lifting a hand to examine my nails. I shouldn’t have to say anything else. He either