Page 3 of MC Princess
I grab his hand and turn around to face him, he starts to yell and mewl right away. Since we have gained the attention of the people around us, I go ahead and put him in a bind, forcing his wrist almost to the breaking point. This move is something that the previous enforcer taught me when I was a child, I have only had to use it one other time.The fun part about it is that if you catch the person by surprise you don’t have to use much strength to make them hurt.
“Damn dude. You fucked up.” The prospect comes back with my drink and laughs at the guy that is crumbling in front of me.
“Could you put a straw in that?” I ask the prospect; he smiles and drops a straw in the glass. I lean over and take a drink of it without letting go of the man at my feet. Because his wrist isn't broken, he would be able to get up if I let him go, he might even be stupid enough to try and hit me. That would cause a much larger problem than a simple broken wrist.
“Someone get this bitch off me!”
“Oh, so it's baby when you think you have a shot but when you realize that you took a big step in the wrong direction, it's bitch?” No one moves to help the guy but a few of the patched members do join the front of the crowd, the enforcer and road captain the two coming closest.
“Someone, make her let me go!” He looks around at the people gathering and he settles on Bell, my father’s current enforcer. “Bell! Please get this bitch off me, preferably before she breaks my wrist!”
“It's funny that you ask one of the officers for help. If you are that close with the men of this club, how is it that you didn't recognize the MC princess?” The man's eyes are already bulging but that makes his face turn red and sweat starts to roll down his forehead.
“MC Princess? FUCK! I am so sorry! I didn't realize! I never would have! Damnit! PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY WRIST!” I didn't come down here tonight with the intention of fighting, but I really hate men that can't listen when a woman says move on.
“I might not break your wrist, but I need to make sure that you understand that when a woman tells you that she isn't interested you need to listen to her.” I lean close to his ear, “I could cut a little from the bottom, you know?” The man cringes and I cackle loudly. I wouldn't cut his balls off, but he doesn't know that.
I came down here for a different reason so decide that doing anything permanent isn't worth it tonight but if I don’t make a show of it the word could get around, and I don’t want people thinking that I’ve gone soft.
I push him a little and with a swift roundhouse kick to the ribs, I send him sprawling to the floor, probably with a broken rib or two. My kick lands hard enough that he makes it the few feet to Bell, he grins down at him like the monster he is.
“Someone, get this fucker out of here.” Scar pushes through the crowd and pulls the guy up by the back of his shirt, pushing him toward the prospects that were standing nearby. “Oh, and Dave? Don't fucking come back.”
The crowd moves away, going back to what they were doing before that man screamed like a little bitch. It doesn't go unnoticed that they give me quite a lot of space after that. The people around the bar that don’t know me are looking at me like I am the thing in the room they need to be scared of.
Good. I like it that way.
If only they knew the true depth of the demons, they walk amongst.
“You never come down here, and the night that you do it starts in a fight. Dammit, woman.” Pyro leans against the bar beside me and orders a drink.
My father has never said as much but I am pretty sure that he tasked his three most trusted officers to keep an eye on me when people are around. They aren’t the ones that tag along when I go shopping or when I decide to spend a weekend in San Antonio but when we are here and there is a party going on, they are always close by.
“He touched me,” I shrug like he should know that it would cause me to hurt the man.
In this world it's not uncommon for a man to get his hand broken for putting it somewhere it didn't belong, it's just usually done by the guys.
I am not a damsel in distress, I'll break the hands myself.
“You could have told him who you were first and see if he would do better?” Scar offers, he is smiling because he already knows what I am going to say.
“Where is the fun in that?” The crowd parts for my father's laugh and he makes his way to me.
“You raised her to defend herself, Banks. This is your fault.” Scar claps my father on the shoulder and laughs with him, all these men have been around for so long that they know exactly what to expect from me.
Almost breaking Dave’s hand isn't out of character.
“I take full responsibility for that one, but only because the officers that came before you and taught her most of that stuff, aren’t around anymore.” My dad raises his glass at me, when I raise my own, he cocks an eyebrow at me.
“I know the rule dad, three is my limit. Honestly, this might be my only one, I am only down here to talk to Scar.” The man raises an eyebrow at me in question again and looks at the other two guys.
“Everything good?” My dad's eyes are serious, maybe a little too much given that we are at a party. When I smile and nod my head, he lightens up a little, “Let me know if you need to take care of anything.”
My dad and a few of the other men walk away but Scar, Bell, and Pyro stick around. I nod at the three of them–because they are typically a package deal–and move to one of the far tables. There aren't as many people over here—not that I care if anyone overhears us— but if anything, all the brothers should be warned of what Monica is planning.
“What’s up, sugar?” The way that he addresses me makes my skin break out in goosebumps and I take a mouthful of my drink to distract myself.
Baby from a stranger–not okay, but sugar from Scar–perfectly acceptable.
