The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Page A
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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and just like that, you’re ready to forgive and forget? Not me, Rach. Not me.”
“’Hearts,’ is it?” Jenny asked. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I—”
“I don’t give a shit about your apology, Jenny, so just save it for someone who cares,” Hearts sneered, emphasizing her name in a particularly not flattering way.
“What’s your problem?” Jenny snapped. She had seen Hearts around, like the other dozen or so girls that seemed to come and go, but she hadn’t spoken to any of them until now. Rachel seemed okay, but this Hearts woman was just a bitch.
“My problem is you,” Hearts said leaning in close. “I don’t like your attitude. I don’t care if you are the Boss’s daughter, or who you are fucking. You are no better than anyone else around here. So you can take your attitude and shove it up your tight little ass.”
Jenny could feel the slow burn starting. She had been wrong, but Rachel seemed to be willing to accept that people change, so why couldn’t Hearts?
“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Jenny said standing up and extending her hand. “You’re right, I had a bit of attitude, but I was wrong. If you could give me another chance I think you will see that—”
“There is only one chance in this life, sugar, and you’ve blown yours.”
Jenny pulled her hand back, but didn’t sit down. “Fine. You mind your business and I will mind mine.”
“That’s not how it works. I’m the mother, and I take care of my girls. Their business is my business. I don’t want you messing things up for them. It would be best if you just stayed away. You’re not welcome here.”
“For Christ sake, Hearts. She’s Asher’s old lady and John’s daughter. She’s as welcome here as any of us.”
Hearts stared daggers at Rachel. “When you get to be mother, you can make that call. But until you are, I decide which women belong and which do not. Remember your place, Rach, or I’ll have to remind you.”
The door to chapel opened and the Deacons filed out, all but Asher and John. “Don’t come back,” Hearts warned Jenny before she swayed over to Chains.
Jenny waited a moment to see if Asher or her father would appear, but then turned to Rachel. “What the hell is her problem?”
“She’s a bitch.”
Jenny couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, that much I got. What’s this about being the mother?”
Rachel sighed. “Helen, she goes by Hearts, is kind of in charge of the girls when we are in the clubhouse. She lives here, in a little apartment in the back, and runs the clubhouse.”
“Whose old lady is she?”
“Nobody. Or I guess I should say, nobody now. She is open to everyone. Her and Chains get it on regularly.”
“So what’s her beef with me?”
“I think she sees you as a threat. Kenny doesn’t have an old lady, and John doesn’t anymore, not that Melissa was ever here. So with you being Asher’s old lady, you are a threat to her position. Plus being the Boss’s daughter?”
“She’s afraid I’m going to try to push her out?”
“Maybe. She runs the place like a fucking tyrant. None of us girls like her.”
“So why don’t you do something about it?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…tell her to go fuck herself.”
Rachel laughed. “Easier said than done. The last girl that stood up to her ended up in the hospital with a broken jaw.”
“What?” Jenny squawked. “How?”
“Hearts hit in the face with a beer mug.”
“Shit! And the guys put up with that?”
Rachel looked at Jenny in the way people look at loveable idiot. “So long as they get some pussy, their cock sucked, food and coffee is available, and the bar is stocked, they don’t give much of a shit what happens among the women. She’s good at all of that.”
“That’s bullshit,” Jenny murmured. “I’ll talk to
“’Hearts,’ is it?” Jenny asked. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I—”
“I don’t give a shit about your apology, Jenny, so just save it for someone who cares,” Hearts sneered, emphasizing her name in a particularly not flattering way.
“What’s your problem?” Jenny snapped. She had seen Hearts around, like the other dozen or so girls that seemed to come and go, but she hadn’t spoken to any of them until now. Rachel seemed okay, but this Hearts woman was just a bitch.
“My problem is you,” Hearts said leaning in close. “I don’t like your attitude. I don’t care if you are the Boss’s daughter, or who you are fucking. You are no better than anyone else around here. So you can take your attitude and shove it up your tight little ass.”
Jenny could feel the slow burn starting. She had been wrong, but Rachel seemed to be willing to accept that people change, so why couldn’t Hearts?
“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Jenny said standing up and extending her hand. “You’re right, I had a bit of attitude, but I was wrong. If you could give me another chance I think you will see that—”
“There is only one chance in this life, sugar, and you’ve blown yours.”
Jenny pulled her hand back, but didn’t sit down. “Fine. You mind your business and I will mind mine.”
“That’s not how it works. I’m the mother, and I take care of my girls. Their business is my business. I don’t want you messing things up for them. It would be best if you just stayed away. You’re not welcome here.”
“For Christ sake, Hearts. She’s Asher’s old lady and John’s daughter. She’s as welcome here as any of us.”
Hearts stared daggers at Rachel. “When you get to be mother, you can make that call. But until you are, I decide which women belong and which do not. Remember your place, Rach, or I’ll have to remind you.”
The door to chapel opened and the Deacons filed out, all but Asher and John. “Don’t come back,” Hearts warned Jenny before she swayed over to Chains.
Jenny waited a moment to see if Asher or her father would appear, but then turned to Rachel. “What the hell is her problem?”
“She’s a bitch.”
Jenny couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, that much I got. What’s this about being the mother?”
Rachel sighed. “Helen, she goes by Hearts, is kind of in charge of the girls when we are in the clubhouse. She lives here, in a little apartment in the back, and runs the clubhouse.”
“Whose old lady is she?”
“Nobody. Or I guess I should say, nobody now. She is open to everyone. Her and Chains get it on regularly.”
“So what’s her beef with me?”
“I think she sees you as a threat. Kenny doesn’t have an old lady, and John doesn’t anymore, not that Melissa was ever here. So with you being Asher’s old lady, you are a threat to her position. Plus being the Boss’s daughter?”
“She’s afraid I’m going to try to push her out?”
“Maybe. She runs the place like a fucking tyrant. None of us girls like her.”
“So why don’t you do something about it?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…tell her to go fuck herself.”
Rachel laughed. “Easier said than done. The last girl that stood up to her ended up in the hospital with a broken jaw.”
“What?” Jenny squawked. “How?”
“Hearts hit in the face with a beer mug.”
“Shit! And the guys put up with that?”
Rachel looked at Jenny in the way people look at loveable idiot. “So long as they get some pussy, their cock sucked, food and coffee is available, and the bar is stocked, they don’t give much of a shit what happens among the women. She’s good at all of that.”
“That’s bullshit,” Jenny murmured. “I’ll talk to
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