WOLF: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 4) by Nicole James Page B

weekly Friday night party. The place was packed with members, hang-a-rounds, friends and sweet-butts.
    Crystal was partially distracted by her thoughts. A week had passed since she’d discovered she was pregnant, but she still hadn’t come to terms with her situation or worked up the courage to say anything to Wolf. God, what a coward she was turning out to be.
    Red Dog reached across the bar and tugged on a lock of her hair. “You doin’ okay, doll?”
    She blinked, putting a smile on. “Sure, Dog. You want a beer?”
    “Does a bear piss in the woods?”
    She popped the top on a bottle and slid it in front of him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    Red Dog grinned and took a long pull off the bottle. Her eyes slid over his shoulder, and her smile faded. Wolf strolled in with his arm around Misty.
    She watched as he greeted several of his brothers with back slaps, and then his eyes lifted and connected with hers. He had the gall to wink at her.
    Red Dog noticed her gaze aimed at the door and twisted to look over his shoulder. He let out a loud, “Huh. Don’t even concern yourself, Crystal. She’s ain’t worth it. He’s just trying to make a point.”
    “And what is that point, Dog?”
    “That he can’t be caught, can’t be tied down.”
    “Yeah. I think I’ve had my nose rubbed in that ‘point’ before.”
    “Then fucking do something about it.”
    Crystal looked at Dog, and then smiled. “You’re right, Dog. I should do something about it.”
    She saw the curious look in Dog’s eyes as he watched her plunge her hand in the tub of ice, pull out a bottle of beer, then throw the hinged end of the bar top up and walk around out from behind the bar. She saw him out of the corner of her eye as he twisted with a frown, following her with his eyes. He was probably going to be real surprised when he saw what she was about to do, because she had a feeling it wasn’t what he’d meant, a t all . And she also knew there’d be hell to pay, but right now she was an emotional, hormonal wreck, and she just didn’t give a fuck anymore.
    She made her way through the crowd. Wolf was now off by the pool table talking to Cajun, while Misty was standing off by the jukebox, looking bored and too above it all.
    Crystal walked right up to her, taking in her trashy outfit, a short halter mini dress in bubblegum pink with a plunging neckline that went all the way to her navel. The little tramp.
    Misty noticed Crystal coming toward her, and Crystal sure as hell didn’t like the way she looked her up and down like she wasn’t worth her time. Think again, bitch.
    “Would you like a beer?” Crystal asked, holding out the bottle.
    “I don’t drink beer,” Misty said with distain.
    “Aw, that’s too bad because I’ve got a cold one right here just for you .” Then she twisted the cap off the beer, shook it and sprayed it all over Misty, who shrieked her lungs out. Crystal had a moment’s satisfaction watching Misty’s big hair dripping with beer, and her makeup running down her face.
    “You little bitch!” Misty shrieked, holding her arms in front of her trying to fend off the worst.
    Crystal continued to spray her, until suddenly two strong arms locked around her waist and dragged her back. Cole’s voice growled in her ear.
    “That’s enough, Crystal. Goddamn it.”
    Crash grabbed the bottle out of her hand. “Damn, girl.”
    “You bitch!” Misty shrieked again, and Green got in front of her as she tried to rush Crystal, claws ready to scratch her eyes out.
    “Whoa there, babe. Back off,” Green barked, his hand in her chest, pushing her back.
    Cole squeezed Crystal, giving her a little shake. “Don’t suppose I even have to ask, but what the fuck , babe? You know better than this. This shit does not fly. Not in our goddamn clubhouse. You hear me?”
    She nodded.
    “I mean it, Crystal. You want to take her out, have at her. But it won’t be goin’ down on Dead fucking property. We clear?”
    “Yes, Cole.