Firecracker
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Quick had gotten a text from Shy letting him know my dress was outside the door and they would be down at the bar with Maze. I was sad I missed Izzy dance but knew I would see her dance again. We’re a few feet away from the bar when I hear the whistles, along with the catcalls and someone says, “Fuck yeah. Firecracker’s back.”
Quick’s face changed from happy to murderous, looking around to see who yelled my nickname. Before we’re to our group, I stop dead in my tracks, yanking him back. He was still looking around and was caught off guard.
“Jesus Christ, woman. Don’t just stop.”
I laugh, placing my hands inside his cut over his massive chest and say, “Please, don’t get caveman on me. I told you upstairs I only want you. So, you don’t have to worry about me with anyone else. I left an overly protective husband, please don’t remind me of what I left.”
Quick looks pissed at the mention of my husband, but he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief minute before wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m not worried about you. It’s the drunk motherfuckers that think any pussy here is their pussy.”
I tap his chest with my hands. “I can handle myself. I’ll let you know if I can’t handle something. Give me the respect to deal with it first. I’ve been caged for a long time, don’t go caveman on me unless I ask you to.”
Quick’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Goddamn, Firecracker, I love when you get all bossy.” He leans down giving me a quick kiss. “But...”
I lean back breaking our embrace. “There is no but. I can handle myself. Now let’s have some fun with our friends.” Before he can say anything, I turn and head toward our friends with all eyes on us.
Jesus. Everyone’s watching us like were movie stars. Izzy moves toward me first. “Welcome back, skank,” she teases, handing me a drink.
“Fuckoffslut,” I cough back, lifting my drink, taking a sip.
Izzy just laughs, leaning her shoulder into me giving me a nudge. I fall into place with the girls, and they all tease me about Quick before asking me about how I learned those pole moves. The guys are playing pool, the music is blasting from upstairs, and I’m explaining one of the grips when I feel a hand slide across my ass. There are so many people around us I turn around to see who it was. It could have been just someone walking by and brushed up next to me. There is a group of guys standing in a circle, but I don’t notice anyone looking at me, so I turn around. The girls are grabbing our next shot off the bar and as I lean in to grab mine, another hand grabs my ass, and this time it’s a full hand grab. I don’t make a scene but just grab my shot and turn around, again there is a group of men standing there but not one of them are looking at me.
I look over and see Quick leaning over the pool table taking a shot. I let out a breath, thankful he isn’t noticing whoever is doing this and freak out.
What the fuck? Am I really worrying about Quick, I mean, we’re not together.
Shaking my head, I laugh.
Izzy says, “What? What’s so funny?”
I’m about to answer her, but I feel a hand slip down my ass moving to slide under my very short dress. I move fast and reach back wrenching the hand back, placing him in a defensive move I learned when I was young and have had to use quite a lot being on the road with Brody. Sitting at the bar while my husband was on stage, I’ve had my run in with drunks before. I turn to face the man that has been assaulting me.
Izzy moves up next to me. “What the fuck?”
The older man flinches but spits out, “Fuckin’ bitch. Relax.”
I release my hold on his wrist with a smile. “I’m sorry. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else. Excuse me.”
“Goddamn, Firecracker is right. I saw your fine little ass on stage,” he says drunkenly.
“Thank you but can you not touch me? I’m actually here with someone.” I smile.
Of course, it’s a fucking drunk biker. Great.
He’s massaging his wrist and doesn’t say anything, so I turn back to the girls who are all watching me. I keep smiling. Hopefully, we all can just ignore what just happened. I don’t want it to become a big deal. Izzy too has turned back around since I didn’t seem too upset but when Ginger’s face goes from questioning to angry, and moves toward me, I’ve already sensed him. I drop down to a defensive position grabbing his arm that was extended out to, I imagine to pull my hair, and I wrench his arm in a twist putting him down to one knee, crying out, “bitch!”
Now people have turned to see what is happening. I take a breath, remembering the rules the girls embedded into my brain all day. I can’t disrespect anyone with a patch or cut or something. Fucking biker rules. I look over and sure as shit this motherfucker has a thing that says, Secretary and his name’s Sam. Great another fucking Sam in my life. I chuckle to myself. He definitely isn’t Sexy Sam, but he’s Secretary Sam, like Uncle Sam.
Izzy is standing next to me along with Ginger, and I don’t want anyone to get into trouble, so I try again to defuse the situation.
“Yes,” I look at the patch with his name again. “Sam. I’m sorry, but like I said, I’m with someone.”
The drunk man bellows out in pain. “Bitch, you better let go of my arm.”
I see his friends form a circle behind him and one man says, “What the fuck?”
I’m about ready to let him go when Izzy spouts off, “Your man here was groping up my girl. Without consent.”
Shy, Quick, and Gus, along with a handful of other men move into the circle.
I smile at Quick who is looking murderously close to killing the dude I’m holding, and the dipshit decides to spout off, “Fuck this bitch. She was fucking showing us her pussy earlier.” I wrench his arm harder putting all my weight into it, and he cries out.
Everyone starts yelling at once. The girls are yelling at Sam while Shy tries to calm everyone down. Quick moves to stand next to me and I look up at him with a smile.
He’s not happy but when he sees me smiling, his whole body persona changes, and he laughs, folding his arms over his chest. “Well fuck me ‘til Tuesday. My little firecracker can take care of herself.”
Usually, I hate when people use that phrase but coming out of Quick’s delicious mouth I laugh and release the man with a push. I stand up, turning to Quick. “I’ll fuck you ‘til Sunday, and yes, I told you I can take care of myself. Your secretary here Uncle Sam is a little drunk.”
Quick gives me a quick kiss before saying, “He’s not our secretary, Firecracker.”
Shit.
Quick’s facial expression turns back to enraged when he turns to face the man who touched me. He’s grabbing his arm while being helped up by a few of his friends. Shy’s talking to the other guys in the group of men while Gus moves the girls back.
Quick faces me again. “What did he do?” he asks concerned.
“He grabbed my ass a couple times. Nothing to fuss over.” I smile, hoping he’ll let it go.
Quick looks back at the man in question, who is now staring daggers at me, red in the face.
Fucking great! I’m always the problem.
Quick looks back over to me and asks with a smile, “Can I please take care of this for you?”
Swoon. My heart drops. He just asked me for permission.
My eyes tear up, but I blink them back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hurt him.”
God, it's me. Something always happens to me.
“Whoa…Firecracker. Where’d you go? Come back to me,” Quick states as he moves to grab me, but drunk Sam, who is definitely not like my sexy Sam, mouths off. Whoa, my sexy Sam - where the fuck did that come from?
“Is that your bitch?” He stands tall bending his arm, moving it around. “How the fuck are we supposed to know whose bitch is whose?”
Ginger mouths off, “you fucking ask them before you violate them motherfucker.”
Shy turns giving her a look before turning to the man. “We don’t touch any women here or anywhere without their consent.”
Quick moved so fast no one could have stopped him from cutting Sam off by picking him up, slamming him to the ground. His men react, but Mac, Dallas, and all the men swarm around them.
The music has stopped, and everyone has moved to see what is going on, making it really crowded. I can’t take my eyes off Quick. I can’t believe how fast he was.
“That bitch is my fucking woman and if you ever call her a fucking bitch, I’ll end you, motherfucker.”
Everyone stops. I look around. Everyone’s eyes are pretty much mimicking mine. Shocked. He just called me his woman.
Shy recovers first. “Quick, let him up.”
More people have walked up, and an older gentleman walks up next to Shy and yells, “Sam get the fuck up. What the fuck did you do this time?”
It is at that moment, Quick lets Sam up. “He was grabbing my woman.”
There he goes again, his woman. My heart starts to speed up, and I feel flustered.
The man turns to Shy. “Sorry Shy, we have no quarrel. My club means no disrespect and this fucking idiot will be dealt with when we get home. On my word.”
Shy just nods his head in acceptance shaking the guy’s hand that was extended out.
He turns to the other men in his group. “Where the fuck were all of you? Get his punk ass outta here before he embarrasses us anymore.”
The man that I’m assuming is the president of this club, which I can see clearly now that their cuts are different, walks over to Quick, who has moved in front of me and extends his hand out. “Quick, sorry for the problem. Again, no disrespect from our club. I hope your girl’s okay.”
A few people in the crowd pipe up laughing, but it’s one of his men that state. “Shit, Sam got his ass handed to him by the little Firecracker. Quick was just shutting him up.”
The old man moves, looking over Quick’s shoulder and then down to me and laughs. His face wrinkles up around the eyes when he laughs. He has a bandana wrapped around his head with sunglasses on top. I can’t see his patch or name, but when he nods, I smile back.
“Sorry, little Firecracker,” he states but doesn’t move toward me, showing respect to Quick.
“It was nothing. I’m sorry for hurting him and making it a big deal,” I ramble.
Everyone starts to laugh around me and Quick turns pulling me into his side. I see the man’s name is Big Pete and he is, indeed the president of the Hellman MC.
Well, hell man. I laugh at all these fucking names. Seriously I wonder where they come up with them.
Big Pete turns to Quick. “She is a firecracker, alright. Good luck, brother.” he turns and heads out with the few men that remained with him.
Shy yells, “Shows over, turn the music back on and let’s party.”
I yell, hoping Maze is behind me and can hear. “Maze, can we have some shots please?” and when she answers,
“You got it, Mama!” I smile.
Ginger is the first one to grab me, but Quick doesn’t let go, so she hugs us both. “Goddamn, Firecracker is so your new name. Jesus Christ, now I know where Iz gets it. You’re one badass bitch.”
Izzy pulls me from Quick’s arms and this time he lets me go. She sits me down at the bar, and I’m back in the middle of all the women telling them stories of when I was on the road. The next couple hours is filled with laughs and so many shots I lost count. The place has thinned out some with the altercation, but most of the single men are upstairs where the strippers are still dancing, and I think more of the crazier crew are up there with all the whistles and catcalls.
Quick and the other guys move back over to the pool table but Quick keeps his eyes on me, staying close. I watch him too, letting him know I’m thinking of him just as much. The closeness these people have for one another and how they had my back has me so overwhelmed. Thank goodness they have moved onto a different subject and now I am just sitting here listening to them talk shit amongst each other.
I’m mostly blown away at the fact that not one person blamed me for the incident. That no one said it was something that I did to antagonize him. Sitting here and listen to all the stories. My heart fills with yearning and sadness, knowing I could have had all of this a long time ago if I left him sooner. I feel really happy here and not stressed at all. I get a sharp pain in my chest thinking of Isabella. I miss her so much, but I needed this weekend. I need to be able to confront Brody and move on. I can’t even name all the eye openers I’ve had being away and seeing how my life could actually be without him.
I finish off the rest of my vodka cranberry. Izzy and Ginger went upstairs to handle something with the sound system. Eva left a while ago saying she had a date and the ladies from West Virginia are all chatting about something, so I place my glass on the bar and look over at Maze who’s actually staring at me. I smile. She smiles back while making her way over to me, she grabs a bottle of Honey Jack, pouring us both a shot.
“How are you doing girl?” she asks with a smile.
I shrug. “Tired.”
“You sure it’s tired and not sad? I’ve been bartending a long time and know the difference.” Maze leans over and like always, I look to her cleavage. She has such nice big tits. Jesus, I am drunk.
She waves her hands in front of me. “Hello?” she says with a laugh.
“Sorry, your tits are just so nice and distracting,” I say, laughing at myself.
We both take the shot. She’s such a nice person, or maybe I’m drunk, or maybe it’s because she’s a bartender, but I start talking. “I’m just fucked up. I’ve been in a fucked up marriage from the beginning.” My words kind of slur so I sit up straight thinking it will help sober me up. “He verbally abuses me. Like that” —I flick my hand in the air pointing behind me— “thing that happened earlier. He would have blamed me and said it was my fault. See, men used to do that shit to me all the time at the bars or venues where he would be playing, and of course, I would do what I did, defend myself,” I say the last part a little loud.
Maze pours us another shot and says, “Fuck that. I was about to jump over the bar and deal with that fucker myself. It was not your fault.”
I wave my hand at her, “I know. I know. But after so many years of hearing it's my fault I kind of believed it. Anyways, what was I saying?” We both take another shot.
“Oh, yeah. I was saying I hate my life. I’ve missed my sister. I’ve missed her so much, but I’ve been too embarrassed to call her and ask for help.” I throw my hand up. “I swear. I tried a few times, but he always sabotaged it. He has cameras in the house, probably in my car, fuck he probably has me bugged. The fucker always knew when I called her.”
Maze leans onto the bar again. “That is some stalker shit, Mama.”
I flick my hand in the air again. “I know. He wouldn’t even let his own band hang out with me. Well, he knew one of them was in love with me… but then, the fucker, let him fuck me! I don’t understand that one.”
Maze steps back throwing both hands up. “Wait. What the fuck did you just say?”
All the ladies look over, and we both start laughing. Maze pours us another shot and refills my vodka. I sit there giggling, and when the ladies go back to doing what they are doing, she leans in again. “Fuck me. You have to tell me this shit. You can’t just drop something like that and not tell me.”
I lean into the bar mimicking her. “My husband flew me out to a big event. Gave me ecstasy. Let his best friend double penetrate me and while doing it and had a groupie join in so he could fuck her again while his best friend fucked me!” I say in one long breath before falling back onto my seat.
Maze’s face is in complete shock. She looks all around, and I can see she’s trying to stay calm. “Give me one second.” She turns to walk down the bar and screams, “That motherfucking- piece of shit- rat bastard- cheating whore.” All the men
down the bar are yelling at her asking her if she is okay. I sit there and laugh.
Exactly how I felt, or I should say do feel.
While she’s refilling people’s drinks, I look over to check on Quick, and see Izzy and he huddled in a circle behind me. I turn back seeing Maze has refilled everyone’s drinks and is on her way back over to me. I tell her right when she walks up, “Exactly.”
Maze’s face is pure anger, but she calms down some to say, “What did you do?”
I giggle feeling good about myself and what I did. “I snuck out while he was sleeping, flew home and started planning my escape. It’s been a little over six months since that happened. I filed for divorce and moved out. He has been on tour and couldn’t come home until two days ago.”
Maze’s eyes are popping out again, and I laugh. “What?”
Maze laughs. “You’re one tough bitch, girl. You need to leave his ass and move here. We’ll become good friends; I can feel it and…” She pauses to lean in close. “Anyone that pussy whips one of my best friends has my loyalty and respect.”
I throw my head back. “Pussy whipped who?”
“Me!” booms from behind me.
I jump with a scream. Maze laughs. “See, he even admits it but damn he admitted it today when he announced to the whole fucking place you were his woman!”
I swirl around coming face to face with Quick and Izzy, who both look perplexed. I hiccup, “What’s up?”
Maze giggles from behind me and I swirl around again. “What did you do?” I giggle.
Everyone is quiet, and I turn so I can see all of them. Izzy speaks up first. “Quick and I had a disagreement, but it’s all good.”
Seeing how tense everyone is and that I’m sure I’m missing something, I sit up, pushing my shoulders back. “What the fuck is going on?”
Quick moves closer to me and then we hear Ginger’s voice loud over the speaker. “Um, hello bitches, get your asses up here.”