Page 6 of Outlaw Xmas
“Only when people don’t listen.” Spotting Throttle at the bar, he walked away and went over to him.
“What the fuck were you doing with the new girl, what the hell’s her name?”
Hawk closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Fuck. I don’t remember, and she just told me.”
“You’re getting old, dude.” Throttle laughed.
“I hate that shit. Let’s see… it was something with an H, like Heidi. Yeah… it’s Heidi.”
“Who’re you talking about?” Wheelie asked as he leaned over to scoop up a handful of nuts.
“The new club girl. Throttle was asking what her name was.”
“Heather, and she’s damn good with her mouth,” Wheelie said.
Throttle glanced at Hawk. “Heidi, my ass. Like I said, dude, you’re getting old.”
“It’s more like I don’t give a shit.”
“She’s sure giving Tigger a good time even though she’s looking at you.” Throttle lightly punched Hawk on his arm.
Hawk turned toward the couches against the wall and saw Tigger lying back, his knees spread open, his head tilted back and his dick in Heather’s mouth. As she sucked him, she fixed her gaze on Hawk. He shook his head laughing and turned back to his friends. “The new ones always want to fuck the prez and the VP. It’s so damn predictable.”
“At least you guys respect your old ladies, not like that sonofabitch Tigger.” Wheelie glared over at Tigger and Heather.
“You know that’s his business, dude,” Throttle answered.
“Sofia deserves better than that asshole. He’s always using her as a punching bag, and he fucks every chick that comes through this door. He never fucking misses a party.”
Hawk saw the vein in Wheelie’s temple throbbing. “Get a grip, man. What happens between Tigger and Sofia is their deal. Has she filed a complaint with Banger about the way Tigger treats her?”
Wheelie shook his head. “She’s too scared of him.”
“Has she told you that?” Hawk glanced over his shoulder at Tigger. Heather winked at him and he turned away.
“She doesn’t have to say a damn word. She’s always wearing sunglasses and long sleeves. Whenever he says something to her, it’s like she shrivels up.”
“Until she files something, we can’t butt into another brother’s personal life. You know that.” Hawk brought the beer bottle to his lips.
“And you better focus your attention on another woman. You’re asking for a whole lot of trouble sniffing around Sofia.” Throttle’s fingers wrapped around the beer bottle, but before he could bring it to his lips, Wheelie’s fist landed on his jaw. “What the fuck?” Throttle spun around and threw a punch at Wheelie.
“I’m not sniffing around her.” Another jab at Throttle, then one back at Wheelie.
Hawk stood watching as he finished his beer. Glancing at the clock, he grabbed Wheelie by the neck and pulled him away, then stepped in front of him.
“Let me at him,” Throttled huffed.
“Enough of this shit,” Hawk said. Wheelie jerked out of Hawk’s grasp. “I’d say you overreacted to what Throttle said to you. Watch yourself. You know messin’ with a brother’s old lady will get your ass thrown out of the club.”
“I’m not messin’ with anyone’s woman.” Glaring at Throttle, his chest heaved in and out. “And don’t ever suggest that I’m making moves on her again. Have some goddamned respect for her.” He spun around and stormed out of the clubhouse.
Bringing the beer bottle to his reddened jaw, he shook his head. “He so fuckin’ wants to get into Sofia’s pants.” He laughed.
A tight feeling seized Hawk in the chest. “You’re right, but I’m hoping he doesn’t act on it. We have enough shit going on with the Deadly Demons. Wheelie’s a good guy.” He looked at the clock once more. “Fuck! I’ve got to pick Braxton up at school. I’m outta here.”
As he drove to the preschool, he thought about Wheelie, and heaviness filled him. The way his brother looked at Sofia didn’t escape him, Banger, or several of the other members. He wasn’t sure if Tigger had noticed it, but the brother had seemed so preoccupied with banging anyone with tits that Hawk doubted if Tigger had picked up the attraction Wheelie had for his wife.
Hawk couldn’t deny that Tigger treated Sofia badly. He was always at the clubhouse, leaving her alone most of the time. The few times she came looking for him, he’d been so rude and condescending to her that it took all of Hawk’s strength to keep his mouth shut and his fists inside the pockets of his leather jacket. But as long as Sofia didn’t complain about Tigger, there was nothing the club could do. Her loyalty to her husband was solid, and she never said a bad word about him.
