Page 83 of Army
Chapter Eighteen
The clash ofaluminum cans and bottles hitting the floor reverberated around the room as Shark kicked over a table.
“Where the fuck’s my phone?” he boomed then smacked Tikka’s ass hard.
“Ow!” she cried out and pushed herself up from the couch. “What are you yelling about?”
“My goddamn phone. Go find it,” he growled as he staggered over to the small bar against the back wall. A curtain of flies hung in the air in the corner of the room. Shark went over then yelled out, “You and Pinkie clean this fuckin’ barf off the floor.”
“Red Dog kept upchucking,” Tikka grumbled.
Shark turned around, anger shooting through him. “What the fuck did you say? You disrespecting a brother?”
Tikka’s eyes widened and she jammed her hands under her armpits. “No, I wasn’t. If it sounded that way, I’m sorry.”
“You better be, otherwise you’ll be cleaning it with your fuckin’ tongue.” Shark headed back toward the bar. “And where the hell’s Pinkie?”
“Right here,” she said, rising from the floor. “I must’ve passed out at the party.”
Shark ran his gaze over her tangled hair and naked body. “Help Tikka clean that shit up, then I want you on your knees in front of me.”
When he got to the bar a shot of Jack waited for him, but he shoved it away. “Gimme a shot of tequila,” he said to the prospect. “Is my phone around here?”
Rash shook his head as he poured the liquor.
“I found it!” Tikka shouted.
“Then bring it the fuck over here, stupid.”
Tikka’s face fell, and she bent over to pick up her clothes.
“I told you to bring it to me, now! I want you naked when you’re cleaning up Red Dog’s puke.” He laughed then threw back his drink.
Tikka dropped the clothes and rushed over and gave him the cell then just stood there looking at him.
“What the fuck?” Shark said, looking down at the screen.
“Don’t I get a kiss or something?” Tikka blinked rapidly.
Shark’s gaze snapped to her face and he pulled her toward him and slammed his mouth on hers. She moaned then jerked back and cried out when he bit her bottom lip hard. He guffawed as he spun her around and smacked her ass again, then pushed her forward. “Get cleaning, slut.”
“I’m still so damn wasted,” Noe said as he walked into the small room and plopped down on a chair. “I forgot how crazy the parties get around here.”
“Did Cheetah and Vi treat you right?” Shark moved away from the bar and sat down on a chair across from Noe. He handed his friend a cup of coffee.
“Oh yeah. They’re hot as hell. I may have to stay one more night before I head back to Phoenix.” Noe brought the mug to his mouth.
“I got four damn calls from Blueman. Who the fuck calls at two in the damn morning? Doesn’t he know we’re all too damn drunk and high to hear anything?”
Noe laughed. “He needs to come to a biker party.” He put the coffee down. “Have you talked to Mia?”
“No. Forget about her, bro. She’s a cunt. She always thought she was better than us. That’s why Ma was always beating her snobby ass.”
“She can be a bitch, but she’s still your sister. Talk to her.”
“All she wants to talk about is Finn. I’m bored with it. I hope the asshole rots in prison. She wants me to give money to help him get an attorney. Fuck that! I’m not giving shit.”
“Yeah, she was talking about the fucker to me too. She’s kinda obsessed with it.”
