Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

RHEA

“What do you think she does for a living to be able to buy those shoes and that handbag?” Maggie whispers.

Star scoffs. “Probably born into it.”

We all sit at the far table watching Scar try and fail to chat her up. Meanwhile, the rest of the brothers stand on the other side of the bar watching, fighting back their laughter while placing bets on whether or not Scar will fuck her.

“I kind of feel sorry for her,” I state. Maggie’s and Star’s gazes snap in my direction.

“Oh, come on. How can you feel sorry for Miss Snooty? She has done nothing but look down her nose at all of us and the club,” Star points out.

“I mean, sure. But she’s a woman on her own, in a place she doesn’t know, surrounded by some scary looking guys,” I point out.

Star and Maggie sigh. “God damn it, you’re right, and too nice. Right, I will go and offer her the olive branch of sisterhood,” Star says. As she walks over there, Maggie and I turn around to watch. Star says something to her, smiling as she gestures to us. The woman turns around to look at us and we give her a little wave. She looks unamused as she turns her attention back to Star. I’m not sure what she says, but Star’s smile falls, and she starts looking pissed off.

“Uh-oh. This isn’t going to be good,” Maggie mutters as she gets up from the couch. I quickly get up and follow her.

“I mean, no offence of course. It’s just that you and I are from different circles. I don’t have friends like you, and frankly, I don’t want friends like you. You have no benefit for me, you have no connections that would help or improve my chances when needed. The circle I am a part of wouldn’t be seen with the likes of you, or well, any of you. If anything, being here lowers my social standing,” she states.

“What a bitch,” I mutter.

“These people are helping you. You are charging your car because apparently, even though you have money, you are too fucking thick to know when to charge your car,” Star spits angrily.

“Well, I never!” the woman exclaims, clutching her pearls.

“Get her out of here before I smash her botoxed, collagen filled face in,” Star threatens.

“Damn it. So close,” Scar sighs.

“But my car isn’t fully charged,” the woman protests.

“Then you best get to where you are going quickly,” Star snaps.

“But, but...” the woman tries to argue.

“Dusty,” Star demands, holding out her hand. The prospect places something shiny in her palm and she slides them down her fingers.

“Knuckle dusters?” I blurt out.

Star smiles. “My dusty.”

The posh woman’s eyes go wide with fear.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you are still stood in front of me by that time, I will slam my knuckle dusted fist in your face,” Star warns.

The woman still stands there stunned, looking from the guys to Star. “Are you going to let her talk to me in such a manner?” she asks.

Scar wraps his arm around Star’s shoulders. “Darlin’, as much I would love nothing more than to sink my dick into your posh and probably pampered pussy, you showed her and my club disrespect, therefore you can go and fuck yourself.”

I cough back my laughter.

“Remove your hand from my woman,” Ghost barks. Scar laughs and step aside, and Ghost clasps his hand on the back of Star’s neck, dominantly squeezing. She tilts her head back to look up at him, smiling. He takes her mouth kissing her.

“Really, that is vulgar,” the woman hisses with distaste. “You are all vile. I mean, it’s any wonder the children haven’t been taken into care. Especially that one,” she says, pointing to Oliver. “I mean, look at the state of his clothes, and why is he not in school?” She tuts.

I feel the red mist descending over me. I’ve taken a beating, and I have endured all sorts, but not once did I ever allow a single hair on my son’s head be touched. I did everything I could to shelter him, to protect him. No one, and I mean no one, will ever disrespect or hurt him while I’m still breathing.

“Oh shit,” I faintly hear muttered.

My gaze is fixed on her as I launch myself at her. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank hard, pulling out her extensions. I slam my fist into her face, making her fall to the ground. My body screams in protest at the suddenly vigorous movement.

She touches her busted nose, looking at the blood on her fingers. “You’ve broken my nose!” she screeches.

I chuck her extensions to the floor and step forward. She immediately shuffles back, afraid. “Don’t you ever look, point, or speak about my son. Do you hear me? Now get the fuck out,” I seethe.

She scrambles to her feet. “You’re all insane! I’m going to fucking sue the lot of you!” she yells over her shoulder as she runs out of the club.

“Fuck, I think I’m in love,” I hear Star mutter behind me. I turn around and laugh, but immediately wince in pain. I grab my side. “Oh fuck,” I hiss.

Scar walks to me and scoops me up in his arms. “That was fucking badass and stupid,” he states, placing me gently on the couch. “Ribs take a while to fully heal. You need to take it easy and not jump into fights,” he says, playfully chastising me.

Acid comes over with a glass of water and places a couple of painkillers in the palm of my hand. “Can’t fucking take you anywhere,” he teases.

I swallow the painkillers. “I didn’t start it, she did, and if it wasn’t me hitting her, then Star most certainly would have,” I argue back.

“She ain’t lying. I was ready to hand her ass to her. Just as usual, Ghost distracted me with his mouth,” Star sighs, sitting down next to me.

“What’s all the commotion? Just seen a car speeding the fuck out of here and nearly knocking us off my bike,” Spider asks as he walks in with Nova.

“Rhea just knocked her on her ass,” Star says, smiling. “Bitch deserved it.”

“Wow, I told you we should have left an hour ago,” Nova says to Spider.

“Sweetheart, I wanted to eat before we left,” he states, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him.

“Jesus, you don’t need to declare it,” she hisses, embarrassed.

“And now I am going to throw up. For the millionth time, can you not talk about…” Acid pauses, gesturing with his hand between Spider and Nova. “Whatever shit you do. I don’t want to hear that. Ever. My ears will bleed,” Acid states dramatically.

“Okay, okay. You think it’s easy when I hear what my brother gets up to with the bunnies?” Nova counters.

“Before a full-on sibling fight kicks off, I wanted to let you all know that I’m fighting tonight. Figured you would want to come and watch,” Spider offers.

“Hell yeah!” Star claps excitedly.

“I will text everyone,” Maggie states before she pulls out her cell.

“Huh?” I ask.

“Spider boxes. He has a fight tonight. You think you are up for coming along?” Acid asks.

I think about how it would feel to be in a crowded space, and I immediately flash back to a memory of getting elbowed in the ribs. Then there is Oliver. I can’t leave him alone.

As if reading my thoughts, Acid continues. “You have a platform away from the other spectators, a safe place, and as for Oliver, Queenie will most likely be babysitting all the kids, including Oliver,” he assures me.

“It’s true. Queenie is a diamond and absolutely loves looking after the little ones.” Star pauses. “The only person I don’t know if she will be coming is Belle, because she’s been really suffering with her pregnancy. Message her anyway,” she tells Maggie.

Maggie nods, her fingers moving at almost lightning speed as she types.

“I don’t know. It’s not fair on Oliver if I just leave him,” I point out.

“Olly!” Acid shouts. Oliver’s head turns in our direction. “Come here a sec,” Acid orders.

Oliver walks over, holding a pool cue. Ghost takes the pool cue from Oliver’s hand, and he looks up at him confused. “Just as second, kid,” he states. “Bambi, take all the pool cues and balls and disinfect them,” he instructs. I look at Ghost concerned as Bambi nods and takes the cue. He shakes his head. “It’s fine, they are always cleaned. I’m just making sure,” he states.

I nod frowning, still not sure why they need to be that clean.

“Fuck’s sake, that was ages ago, Pres,” Spider sighs.

“Yeah well, I don’t want the fucking kid getting pink eye,” Ghost counters.

My mouth drops open as I look at Spider in a whole new light. The brothers, Star, and Maggie all laugh about it. “I told you the parties here can get a little wild,” Acid reminds me.

“No shit,” I blurt out.

Acid turns his attention back to Oliver. “Olly, how do you feel about Queenie looking after you tonight, so your mom can come out with us?” Acid asks.

“Can’t I come out with you as well?” he asks.

“No, it ain’t for kids,” he points out.

“I ain’t a kid. I will be teenager soon enough,” Oliver argues.

“Dude, you’re a kid until you can fuck, buy beer, and ride a motorcycle,” Scar states.

“Scar,” I hiss.

“What?” he asks with a shrug.

As Acid is about to speak, Queenie walks in with bags of shopping. Ghost, Scar, Cash, Acid, and Spider all walk over to her, each of them taking the bags from her.

“Thank you, boys,” she praises.

“Queenie, are you up for looking after the kids with Olly here while we watch Spider?” Star asks.

Queenie walks over, smiling down at Oliver. Reaching out, she ruffles his hair. “Of course. I was going to make a hot fudge sundae and watch a movie. Makes it more fun if I have company,” she states.

“Can I add marshmallows?” Oliver asks.

“Sure.” Queenie nods.

“And I can pick the movie?” he presses.

“As long as its age appropriate,” she counters.

Oliver shrugs. “Okay,” he says before running off again.

“Well, that was easy,” I sigh.