The Hell of Christmas Rage (Rage MC Book 16) by Elizabeth N. Harris

Author:Elizabeth N. Harris [Harris, Elizabeth N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

I overheard Ace telling Artemis about Silvie’s missing phone and how she’d been ignored by the whores at the clubhouse. Ace was fuming, and Artemis looked ready to kill someone. I caught Artemis’s eye, and we moved to the doors together. Ace watched us go and offered a nod. He’d tell Gunner where we were heading for. I climbed up behind Artemis as she swung her leg over her Harley Davidson customised Lowrider and waited for her to roar off.

The days of there being multitudes of skanks around the clubhouse twenty-four-seven were long gone. Club whores were only allowed weekdays from eight till the morning and weekends from nine until eleven the next day. The old ladies and constant bustle of kids had stopped the ever-present women who hoped to bag a Rage brother. But they had their set hours, and they turned up come hell or high water.

The old ladies barely tolerated them. They were beneath us and not because we believed we were better. They openly had sex on tables or offered blow jobs in front of a crowd. It was nowhere near as bad as it had been when Phoe arrived on the scene, Marsha once confided in me, but it was still unacceptable. And they’d finally learnt to keep their hands off any man wearing a ring. If the brother’s old lady didn’t knock them out, Artemis, Marsha, Silvie or I tended to. Today, that bitch Dominique was in for a lesson she would never forget. Artemis pulled up at the clubhouse, and we noted how empty it appeared with the bikes gone from their usual place.

“You armed?” Artemis asked, and I raised an eyebrow. She snickered. “Dominique’s mine. I owe Silvie.”

I nodded. The whores were lounging on the furniture. Pizza boxes were dumped around, and they’d helped themselves to the bar. Keeping queen bee status, Dominique lounged on a stool with a few cohorts surrounding her.

“Silvie, okay?” she chirped with a smug glance.

Artemis didn’t say a word but strode across the floor and wrapped her fingers in Dominique’s hair. She smashed the woman’s face into the counter twice and slung Dominique back. The whores climbed to their feet, some looking horrified and others amused. Artemis stamped on Dominique’s hand as she tried to stand up and kicked her in the ribs, knocking her down again.

“Cunt, you thought it was funny hiding Silvie’s phone when everyone knew how dangerous this pregnancy had been?” Artemis snarled, grabbing Dominique’s mane of hair and yanking her head back.

“You can’t touch me!” Dominique cried. “I’m Ezra’s usual lay! I’m protected!”

Artemis lit up with an unholy grin.

“Think Ezra could stop me?” Artemis hissed, her leg lashed out, and her shitkicker caught Dominique square in the ribs again.

“Expect to control me?” Artemis whispered, stamping on Dominique’s hand again. Bones snapped, and whores winced. A flurry of motion came at me, and I bent low and slung Martine, Dominique’s friend, over my shoulder. Martine hit the ground with a wheeze, and I stamped straight on her throat.

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