Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3) (8 page)

My friend Lucy has noticed that I haven’t been myself of late. So, in traditional Lucy style, she’s dragging me out tonight. There’s this bar she’s become obsessed with lately, and she wants to take me there. I’d normally decline her invitation as I’m kind of a hermit, but this time she wouldn’t let me. To be honest, I do feel like having some fun after the crap I’ve had to deal with lately.

Lucy is really excited in the taxi. “Oh my god, Em. You’re going to love this place.” She squeals. “It’s full of delicious men, great music and there’s even some hot bikers that hang out there too.”

I cringe at her last words. I’ve had enough of bikers and their old ladies to last me a lifetime.

When we step in, it’s exactly as she described it to me. It’s quite dark inside, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see the people in here. Holy crap! Is this the local hang out for sexy men? Why have I not been to this place before?

Lucy drags me to the bar, eager to get our first round of drinks. That’s where the night takes a turn for the worse. Standing behind the bar ready to take our order, is Danni. She smiles widely, leaning over the bar. “Hey, Emma.”

“Hi, I didn’t know you worked here.” I’m shocked. From what I know of Danni, which isn’t much, she’s quiet. Finding her working here is a little surprising.

“It pays the bills.” She laughs. “I really love it here.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Lucy laughs. She rolls her eyes at the men surrounding us, and we all laugh. Danni is just serving us our drinks when we hear someone shouting. Danni’s smile quickly fades. I turn to see why. Shit.

Elle is walking towards us.  She comes to stand by me, giving me a small smile. I almost fall over in shock, where the fuck did that come from? She’s never smiled at me.

Danni looks uncomfortable. Lucy, obviously not noticing the awkwardness between us, greets Elle loudly. “Hi!”

Danni and Elle both smile at her. “This is my friend Lucy.” I introduce her.

They quickly exchange greetings. What the hell is happening here?

“We’re having a girl
’s night out.” Elle explains, almost answering my unspoken question. I look at her, wondering what’s changed. She’s not scowling at me anymore, nor do I feel the usual anger pooling off her.

Just then, some of the other girls head over.

“Everything good over here?” A gorgeous brunette asks Elle, before looking at me. It’s obvious they know who I am.

Elle nods her head. “This is Teresa, Teresa this is Emma and her friend Lucy.”

Teresa takes a last look at Elle before smiling at me. “Nice to meet you.”

Another dark haired beauty steps closer. “I’m Eve, nice to finally meet you.”

Finally, because they have obviously heard all about me.

An older woman with red hair stands in the middle of us all. “Right it’s girl’s night ladies! Let’s put aside all this bullshit drama caused by our men and have some fun!”

Everyone laughs, instantly making me feel better.

Elle motions her head to an area, away from the group. I follow her, and once we’re in a quieter part  of the bar, she turns to face me.

“I’m not going to start any trouble, “ She reassures me. “I’m just here to have some fun with my girls.” She pauses. “I just wanna say, I’m no longer angry with you. I’m still angry at the situation, but it’s over. I know that Ink and I are solid.  He’s the one who made a mistake, and you genuinely didn’t know about me.”  It’s as close to an olive branch as I’m going to get and I take it.

I manage a smile. “Thank you.”

She nods her head. “Just thought I’d let you know. So, you want to join in our party?”  She surprises me with her invitation.

We look over at the dance floor where the others are dancing and singing along to the song that’s currently playing. I look back at Elle. “You sure you’re ok with this?”

“I’m not gonna lie and say it’s easy, because it’s not, but I’m gonna try.” I respect her honesty.

“Okay then.”  We smile at each other, making our way over to to the bar where the red head shoves a drink in front of both of us. “Drink up girls, and no fighting tonight, you hear me?” She commands.

Elle laughs. “There’s going to be no fighting tonight, Diane.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Diane smiles at Elle before looking at me. “Let’s have some fun shall we?”

For the rest of the night we drink and dance together. I get introduced to the Severed ladies. Some are old ladies, there are a few daughters and others are friends of the club. They’re all friendly and welcoming to Lucy and me, so much so that I am able to relax and enjoy myself.

As the night continues, it becomes less awkward for me. It’s hard to be here with Emma; acting like everything’s hunky dory, but it’s something that I need to do.

I’m ready for another drink, so head towards the bar. Whilst I’m waiting for Danni to come serve me, Eve joins me. She doesn’t say anything. We just watch while a guy tries to flirt with Danni who’s been serving him. “Get a drink for yourself, gorgeous.”

I can see her blush from here.  She shakes her head at him. “No thank you.”

I laugh; Danni is one of those women who you can’t help but love. No matter who you are. She’s one of those women who you’d describe as adorable, because that’s just how she is. I don’t think the girl ever does anything wrong,
and if she did, you wouldn’t be able to stay angry with her.

“How are you holding up?” Eve asks me, just as Danni notices us and starts to prepare our drinks. She knows us all well enough by now to know what we drink without being asked.

I look back to where Emma’s dancing with the rest of our group. “I’m okay actually, it’s hard, but I can do this.”

Eve nods her head, throwing her arm around me. “That’s my girl. I know you’re hurting, but Emma’s not to blame. She didn’t know Ink was taken. If she did it would be a whole different story, but here we are. You forgave Ink, and now it’s over.”

Her words are true, but it still doesn’t mean it’s not hard to look at Emma.  When I see her I can’t help thinking about her with my man. I turn back to the bar as I feel the warning sting of tears in my eyes. Danni places my drink on the bar, smiling kindly at me.

“Oh honey, it’s going to be ok.”

“I know.” I whisper back.

She pats my hand then goes off to continue working the bar.  Eve looks at me, a question in her eyes.

“Just give me a minute okay?” I ask Eve, and with a reluctant look she plants a soft kiss on my forehead before leaving me alone.

I take a deep, calming breath. Swallowing back my tears, I pull myself together. Eve is right. Emma knew nothing about Ink and me. She was just there for a tattoo and took advantage of what was offered. Ink was the one in the wrong, and I chose to forgive him. I love him. After telling me he loves me last night, I couldn’t be happier.

I take my drink, walking back towards the girls, a genuine smile on my face. It’s about time I enjoyed this night with everyone, including Emma.

***

A couple of hours later, we’re all way the wrong side of drunk. We’re happy, laughing loudly, and acting like we’re best friends. That includes Emma and me. Everyone keeps flashing me smiles, encouraging me to soldier on.

Sue starts to complain that her feet are hurting, and I don’t blame her. My heels are starting to dig in as well. We walk over to a large table with enough seats for all of us. The conversation takes an interesting turn as Diane sits down, placing a tray of drinks on the table in front of her.

“So ladies. Who here’s got a kinky man?” Nobody answers. “Oh come on. Sex talk is a huge part of girl’s night.”

“My Elvis sure liked to give me a spanking.” Sue offers, laughing her head off.

Eve and Teresa look at her in shock and a little bit of disgust, which only causes Diane and Sue to laugh even more loudly.

“I knew he had it in him.” Diane grins. “Dragon loves to spank me, and a whole lot more!”

Emma’s eyebrows rise. “What do you mean?”

“Oh
honey, he loves using his whip, and other stuff, on me.”

Her eyes widen. “But doesn’t that hurt?”

“Sure it does, but it also makes me come.” Diane replies, straight faced.

Sue and Diane start to laugh, a lot. The rest of us just exchange looks, some of humor, others of pure shock. Personally, I’m interested and want to know more.

“Does it hurt a lot?” I ask.

Diane smirks at me. “Depends what whip he uses darling. But let me tell you, when you feel that burn, you feel it everywhere.”

Every part of me starts to come alive as she talks about Dragon’s various toys. I wish I’d got a pen and paper, because I want to write all this shit down. I look over at Eve who’s biting down on her lip as she listens to Diane.

“You fancy a whipping, Eve?” I ask her.

I say it as though I’m joking, but I’m not. I’d seriously like Ink to try a few of the things Diane is telling us about.

She looks at me, her whole appearance flushed. “I don’t know.”

I can tell she does. “I’ve seen them before.” I whisper to her.

Her head whips back to mine in shock. “Oh my god. Me too!”

We bury our heads together, sharing how we each found Diane in compromising situations. We giggle and blush over some of the details, but my interest grows.

I hear Emma laugh. “I might have to try this sometime!”

Diane sends her a wink, and Emma looks over at me. Her smile fades a little as she sees me watching her, but when I smile back, hers returns. It’s getting easier. After spending the night with her, I’ve come to realize she’s a really nice girl. No wonder Ink thinks of her as a friend.

“She’s okay isn’t she.” Eve interrupts my thoughts.

I nod my head. “Yeah, surprising really.”

Eve laughs. “You do know if you didn’t like her, I would hate her for you.”

I smile. “I know.”

We return to the conversation, Teresa is quizzing Diane about her kinky ways.

“So, do you tie him up too?”

“Oh no darling, Dragon is the one in charge. He ties me up and whips me, it works for him and it definitely gets me going.”

Paramore’s song ‘Decode’ comes over the speakers and Diane stands quickly. “Oh I love this song, come on girls. Back on that dance floor.” She insists.

“But I thought we were talking sex?” Eve sulks.

Diane laughs. “Oh honey, we can talk about sex anytime. Now’s the time for dancing.”

I’m lost in my dancing when I suddenly hear Lucy cursing behind me. I look back to see a man dancing with her. Well, she’s struggling in his arms, trying to get away, while he holds her in his arms. My body tenses and I charge forward.

“What the fuck is happening?” I yell.

Lucy doesn’t stop struggling as she answers. “I’m trying to get away from this asshole.”

“Stop fooling yourself woman, you love it.” He leers at her.

“Get off me.” She shouts more loudly, causing everyone on the dance floor to look our way.

I grab hold of his arm and try to pull him off. “Let her go.”

My attempt proves futile. It’s not long before the rest of the girls join us. We all shout at him to let her go. Finally when we prove to be too much, or more probably just too annoying, he let’s Lucy go.

“I don’t know why you’re all stressing, bitch loved it.” He boldly states.

“What the fuck?” Lucy shouts back.

He steps forward, grabbing her ass. “You know you want me babe, don’t fight it.”

“Step the fuck away from me.” She slaps him away, but he catches hold of her hand in mid air, bringing it down to his crotch area.

“See babe, you make me hard.”

Next thing, the man is flat on the floor and has let go of Lucy. She looks shocked, as does everyone else. I look from Lucy, to the stunned man on the floor, and then to the man who’s walking over to Lucy. He’s a huge man, covered in tattoos and sporting his leather cut. I can see his club patch and notice it matches the one that Justice and Ink wear. He’s part of Severed.

“You okay?” He asks Lucy, and she silently nods.

“Thank fuck you’re here, Cowboy.” Teresa runs up to him.

The man on the floor rises, glaring over at Cowboy. “Who the fuck are you?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Cowboy answers.

“The fuck it does! That’s my woman behind you.”

Cowboy laughs. “Is that so?” He looks back at Lucy. “You his girl?”

Lucy vehemently shakes her head no.  Cowboy tilts his head back at the angry man. “I suggest you get lost.”

“I don’t think so.” He growls, marching forward towards Lucy.

Lucy quickly moves to hide herself behind Cowboy, just as he lands a right hook on the strangers face.

Cowboy looks over at the rest of us. “Come over here girls.”

Cowboy escorts us back to our table, where he gets out his phone and dials. “Yeah, you’d better get down here. Shit’s started.”

As he hangs up the man that caused all the trouble is slowly getting up from the floor. He stares over at Cowboy, then behind Cowboy at the rest of us. “Fuck this, that pussy ain’t worth this shit.” He says, his voice heavy with disgust.

He turns to leave but before he can Cowboy storms over, pushing him to the wall, and punching him again and again. We’re all screaming at him to stop while poor Danni is begging her boss not to call the police. Lucy runs over to him and begs. “Please stop. He’s not worth it.”

Cowboy turns to look at her, pausing his clenched fist. “But he insulted you.”

“Lucky you were here then. Just stop now, please. He’s not going to touch me again.” She begs softly.

Cowboy looks at her then drops the man who slides to the floor, his face a bloody mess. Just then the bars front door bursts open and several pissed off looking bikers storm in. A gorgeous light haired guy, who’s a mass of muscles, quickly makes his way to Eve, grabbing tight hold of her. As she’s assuring him she’s fine I see Ink stride over to Elle and pick her up, kissing her with so much passion I have to look away. The third man, who I’m assuming is the kinky Dragon, holds Diane whilst the fourth stands by Cowboy. He just holds out his arm and Teresa runs to him, holding him tightly. He’s a tall, well built man with dark hair and is covered in tattoos like the rest of them. He looks from the man on the floor to Cowboy.

“What happened?”

“This prick assaulted one of the girls.”

“Who?” The man holding Eve roars so loudly I jump.

Cowboy gestures to a timid looking Lucy. She’s still standing close by him. “This girl.”

“He was horrible Ink, he wouldn’t get off her. We were screaming at him to let go, but he wouldn’t.” Elle informs Ink.

“This true?” The tall dark haired man asks Cowboy. “Yeah Prez, he was a first class wanker.”

The man with Eve walks towards Cowboy and slaps a hand on his shoulder. “Great job, brother.”

Cowboy smirks. “My pleasure, VP.”

I scan the bar and see everyone watching, I also notice Justice isn’t here, and I feel a little let down. He wouldn’t know I’m here though. As the bikers talk amongst themselves about what to do with Mr Touchy Feely, the women crowd around Lucy to make sure she’s okay.

The guy I now know is Prez shouts over his shoulder. “Ice, I need you and Kid over here with some prospects, we need some cleaning work done.”  He looks down at the guy on the floor with disgust. The guy looks terrified.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers. “I didn’t know she was with you guys. Please don’t hurt me.” He begs.  In this bloodied state he just looks pathetic. Not at all the scary figure he was a few moments ago.

“Too bad.” Prez mutters. “Take care of this piece of shit, Ice.  I don’t want to see his ugly face in here again.” 

Ice and Kid grab hold of the guy by his shoulders and start to drag him away.  Angel has been chatting quietly with the bar owner, who looks happy enough.  Nothing got damaged apart from Lucy’s pride.

Prez turns to Teresa, a smirk on his face. “I can’t even let you out of my sight for one fucking evening without you causing a scene.” Teresa’s about to protest that it wasn’t her when he puts his finger on her lips to silence her. “Stop right there.” He turns to the other guys who came in with him.

“Gentlemen, I suggest you take your women home and remind them who they belong to.” He smirks.  What a conceited prat.  Funnily enough, the rest of the girls don’t look insulted by his words.  They suddenly all look horny as fuck.  Shit.  I bet some of these lucky bitches are going to go home and practice what we were all discussing earlier. Now I’m jealous and frustrated.

The Severed gang are gone within moments, amidst a chorus of farewells.  The bar feels empty without them.  Lucy and I sit down at the table we were on earlier and just look at each other. 

“Holy fucking hotness.” She mutters. “I definitely need a biker.”  So do I, I realize.  Right now I’d give anything for Justice to walk in that door.  I look back at the bar where Danni’s serving a customer.  I just don’t want to have to share him with her.