hottie, were sunbathing. In motherfucking bikinis. And Danny’s was pink. Hot pink and more string than material. What. The. Fuck. She was doing this shit on purpose.
And Bucket was eye-fucking her. The dude was old enough to be her father but supposedly good-looking enough that the younger bitches flocked to him. As far as Ripper knew, Bucket had never fucked a bitch over twenty-five.
Something he hadn’t given two fucks about until right now.
Until Danny had pranced outside basically naked and now was lying around with her tits and ass on display and Bucket was staring. Double what the fuck.
“Yes,” he muttered. “He definitely is and stop fuckin’ starin’ or Prez is gonna have you eatin’ fist.”
Or he was. Yeah, he was two seconds away from knocking Bucket out.
Gritting his teeth, he looked away from Danny and tried really hard to think about something else. Anything else.
“How old are those two?” Bucket asked. “Danny’s eighteen, ain’t she? Her friends might be.”
“Dude,” Tap said. “My daughter is just a few years older. Shut the fuck up.”
“It ain’t your daughter I’m talkin’ about,” Bucket shot back.
“Don’t even think about it,” Eva said, taking a seat beside him, Ivy in her lap.
“What’s that, Foxy?” Bucket said, grinning. “Suddenly you’re a fuckin’ ageist? I seem to remember your old man puttin’ two slugs in Prez for takin’ a dip down below.”
Eva’s big gray eyes narrowed. “Shut up,” she shot back. “I’m only thinking of Danny. You guys acting like the pervs you are is only going to upset her.”
“Pervs!” Bucket shouted, offended. “There are three hot bitches lying half naked behind my fuckin’ club and I’m supposed to act like I’m fuckin’ blind? Fuck that. Prez is evil. Straight up. Why the fuck isn’t Danny at home?”
Because, he thought, glaring at Eva, someone’s got Deuce’s balls wrapped around her finger.
“Because.” Eva sighed. “No one else is home, so why should she be home?”
“You could be home,” he muttered. “Should be home.”
Not hanging around an MC all the time; not giving teenage girls rooms at MCs, forcing him to watch them lying around in bikinis, leaving him vulnerable to accidently fucking them. Again.
Tap shot him a dirty look. “Way to be an asshole, brother,” he said.
“It’s fine,” Eva said quietly. “But let’s get one thing clear, okay, Ripper?”
“What’s that, babe?” he sneered.
“I didn’t know,” she said evenly. “If I would have known what he’d done to you, I would have—”
“You would have what?” he yelled, jumping up and knocking his chair backward. “You would have fuckin’ what, bitch? Sang him a motherfuckin’ lullaby? Told him everything was gonna be A-fucking-OK? You had no fuckin’ sense when it came to that man! You wouldn’t have done jack fuckin’ shit!”
Ivy burst into tears and Bucket was suddenly up in his face, pushing him backward. “Take a fuckin’ walk,” he hissed. “And cool the fuck off before Prez rips that fuckin’ patch off you for talkin’ to his old lady like that.”
“She wouldn’t have done shit!” he repeated, leaning around Bucket and pointing at Eva. “I saw you with him, Eva! Him givin’ you bullshit, tellin’ you he can’t fuckin’ sleep without you, him justifyin’ why he put A FUCKIN’ HIT ON YOU, and you cryin’ like a baby, tellin’ him everything’s gonna be fine!”
“Get the fuck outta here!” Bucket yelled, shoving him backward.
Eva appeared beside Bucket. “I’m sorry Frankie took your fucking eye,” she hissed. “He also took twenty-two years of my life from me! If anyone understands what it feels like to lose something at the hands of Frankie, it’s me!”
“Fuck you,” he bit out angrily. “You coulda walked away, coulda called Prez, coulda said somethin’ to your old man. You had a motherfuckin’ choice! I didn’t have that luxury, Eva, I couldn’t walk
And Bucket was eye-fucking her. The dude was old enough to be her father but supposedly good-looking enough that the younger bitches flocked to him. As far as Ripper knew, Bucket had never fucked a bitch over twenty-five.
Something he hadn’t given two fucks about until right now.
Until Danny had pranced outside basically naked and now was lying around with her tits and ass on display and Bucket was staring. Double what the fuck.
“Yes,” he muttered. “He definitely is and stop fuckin’ starin’ or Prez is gonna have you eatin’ fist.”
Or he was. Yeah, he was two seconds away from knocking Bucket out.
Gritting his teeth, he looked away from Danny and tried really hard to think about something else. Anything else.
“How old are those two?” Bucket asked. “Danny’s eighteen, ain’t she? Her friends might be.”
“Dude,” Tap said. “My daughter is just a few years older. Shut the fuck up.”
“It ain’t your daughter I’m talkin’ about,” Bucket shot back.
“Don’t even think about it,” Eva said, taking a seat beside him, Ivy in her lap.
“What’s that, Foxy?” Bucket said, grinning. “Suddenly you’re a fuckin’ ageist? I seem to remember your old man puttin’ two slugs in Prez for takin’ a dip down below.”
Eva’s big gray eyes narrowed. “Shut up,” she shot back. “I’m only thinking of Danny. You guys acting like the pervs you are is only going to upset her.”
“Pervs!” Bucket shouted, offended. “There are three hot bitches lying half naked behind my fuckin’ club and I’m supposed to act like I’m fuckin’ blind? Fuck that. Prez is evil. Straight up. Why the fuck isn’t Danny at home?”
Because, he thought, glaring at Eva, someone’s got Deuce’s balls wrapped around her finger.
“Because.” Eva sighed. “No one else is home, so why should she be home?”
“You could be home,” he muttered. “Should be home.”
Not hanging around an MC all the time; not giving teenage girls rooms at MCs, forcing him to watch them lying around in bikinis, leaving him vulnerable to accidently fucking them. Again.
Tap shot him a dirty look. “Way to be an asshole, brother,” he said.
“It’s fine,” Eva said quietly. “But let’s get one thing clear, okay, Ripper?”
“What’s that, babe?” he sneered.
“I didn’t know,” she said evenly. “If I would have known what he’d done to you, I would have—”
“You would have what?” he yelled, jumping up and knocking his chair backward. “You would have fuckin’ what, bitch? Sang him a motherfuckin’ lullaby? Told him everything was gonna be A-fucking-OK? You had no fuckin’ sense when it came to that man! You wouldn’t have done jack fuckin’ shit!”
Ivy burst into tears and Bucket was suddenly up in his face, pushing him backward. “Take a fuckin’ walk,” he hissed. “And cool the fuck off before Prez rips that fuckin’ patch off you for talkin’ to his old lady like that.”
“She wouldn’t have done shit!” he repeated, leaning around Bucket and pointing at Eva. “I saw you with him, Eva! Him givin’ you bullshit, tellin’ you he can’t fuckin’ sleep without you, him justifyin’ why he put A FUCKIN’ HIT ON YOU, and you cryin’ like a baby, tellin’ him everything’s gonna be fine!”
“Get the fuck outta here!” Bucket yelled, shoving him backward.
Eva appeared beside Bucket. “I’m sorry Frankie took your fucking eye,” she hissed. “He also took twenty-two years of my life from me! If anyone understands what it feels like to lose something at the hands of Frankie, it’s me!”
“Fuck you,” he bit out angrily. “You coulda walked away, coulda called Prez, coulda said somethin’ to your old man. You had a motherfuckin’ choice! I didn’t have that luxury, Eva, I couldn’t walk
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