“You don’t have to do this, not now,” Perri said softly.
“I hate that fucking bitch, and I’m looking forward to kicking her ass.”
“You need to be careful, Sierra. She fights dirty.”
“Have you fought her?”
Perri nodded. “Once.”
“Who won?”
“I did, but it wasn’t pretty.”
“It was bad?”
“Bad,” Perri confirmed. “It took weeks for all the scratches and cuts to heal. She broke my nose and tried to tear my tits off.”
“Jesus!”
“Yeah. It got nasty toward the end, with us just trying to hurt each other as much as possible. I finally put her down when I kicked her in the pussy.”
“Jesus!”
“Yeah. Had Fletch not pulled me off of her I would have killed her.”
Sierra looked over to where Monica was swallowing Dom’s manhood as he rubbed his hand inside her pants, and shook her head. “That is one sick bitch.”
Perri nodded again. “Yeah. Guys think cat fights are sexy, but if it’s sexy, it’s fake. There was nothing sexy about what we did to each other.”
Sierra grimaced and shook her head in wonderment as Monica pulled her pants down and mounted him as he sat in the chair, his cock tall and proud through the zipper of his pants. Their hands immediately went around each other’s necks as they fucked, their lips curled back in a feral snarl of passion and determination. Both refused to yield, their faces becoming ever redder as they fucked, their bodies slamming together harder and harder, until, with a shudder, Monica came, Dom grunting a moment later. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to people fucking in public, much less doing so with such violence, but as she watched, Monica sagged into Dom, then turned to her with a self-satisfied smile that caused Sierra to turn away.
“Sierra accepted my challenge,” Monica said the moment Colt stepped into the clubhouse. “I’ve been waiting for you to get back so you can watch me fuck her up.”
“You can’t do that! She gets another day before she has to accept a challenge,” Colt said, his voice dripping venom.
“It’s already done. Perri was right there with her, and told her, but Sierra said name the time and place. So it’s now, outside, in the parking lot.”
“Outside?” Harrison asked, stepping up beside Colt.
“Yeah,” Monica purred. “Because I’m going to hurt her, Colt. I’m going to hurt her bad. I’m going to make her bleed. I’m going—”
“Don’t do it,” Fletch said, taking Colt by the arm and holding him back as he began to step toward Monica.
“What’s the matter, Colt? Don’t think your bitch can handle herself against me? You should have thought of that before you brought her in here.”
Colt fumed, but Fletch was right. If he took his fear and anger out on Monica, no matter how richly deserved, he would be undermining his own position, so he smiled instead. “I think you have just bitten off more than you can handle. I’m going to enjoy watching you get the shit kicked out of you…again…just like every time you have gone up against me or one of my crew.”
“We’ll see, Colt. We’ll see. And when I’m done kicking her ass, I’m going to fuck you right in front of her. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet you still think of me as she rides your cock.”
“Over my dead body,” Sierra said as she walked up behind Colt. She’d heard the bikes as Colt arrived and had left the trailer to greet him.
“Good, then we want the same thing,” Monica purred. “Outside, now…unless you’re afraid.”
Sierra smiled. Of course she was afraid, but she would be damned if she would let Monica know that. “Let’s go,” she said, turning and leading the way out the door.
“You don’t have to do this,” Colt said as the club began to circle around them.
“Yes I do,” Sierra snarled as she stared daggers as Monica. “I’m sick of that bitch and I’m going to kick her ass.”
Paul pushed his way into the circle. “What’s the challenge, Monica?”
“Easy. We go until one of us is unconscious. No quitting.” She stared at Sierra. “I don’t want my fun cut short.”
“Fine!” Sierra barked in reply. “It’s her funeral.”
“Challenge has been made and accepted,” Paul said formally. “You ready?”
“Just a minute,” Colt called, holding up his hand. “Take your shirt off,” he said softly.
“What? Why?” Sierra squawked.
“Because she fights dirty. You don’t want to give her anything to grab onto and hold you by. Remember what I taught you. Fight to win and there are no rules.”
Sierra stared at him a moment, then began to remove her shirt then shorts as the men began to cheer.
“Fucking A,” Monica cheered, pulling off her own shirt and pants and then removing her underwear, as well. “I love a good cat fight!”
Colt kissed Sierra. “Kick her fucking ass!” he whispered harshly before stepping back to the edge of the crowd.
Sierra stepped forward, put her hands up, and began to bounce on her toes as Bobbi has shown her. Monica wasted no time and charged in. Sierra almost smiled as she took advantage of Monica’s mistake and fired a hard jab straight into the redhead’s face.
The other woman’s head snapped back as Sierra sidestepped, Monica to going to her hands and knees into the dirt. The punch should have hurt like hell, but her adrenaline was pumping and she barely felt the sting in her hand. Remembering what Colt said she took a step forward and as Monica began to rise, drove a hard cross into the side of her head.
Again, Monica went to the dirt, falling flat this time and lying still a moment. Sierra couldn’t believe it would be this easy, and it wasn’t. Monica rolled over and set up, wiping at her bleeding lip with the back of her hand.
“Get up,” Sierra taunted her, backing off to put some room between her and her foe.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Monica screeched as she jumped to her feet and charged Sierra again, going in low this time to stay away from Sierra’s fists.
Sierra tried to backpedal, but she wasn’t fast enough and Monica hit her hard around the waist, driving her backwards then down. They hit the ground hard before kicking and scrambling for advantage. Sierra was on her back as Monica rose up and threw a hard right, but she was off balance and the blow hit Sierra in the head. It hurt, but not so much as to stun her. She grabbed Monica by the hair and pulled her hard sideways, the other woman screaming in pain. Ground and pound! Sierra thought desperately as she struggled to get on top of the other woman, Monica pushing and shoving frantically to prevent Sierra from mounting her.
Monica grabbed Sierra’s hair with one hand and reached for her face with the other. Sierra screamed as Monica pulled hard, twisting her head to the side as she caught Monica’s hand with her own to protect her face. The two women screamed together as they strained in a contest of strength and pain endurance, one hand twisted in the other’s hair, Sierra’s hand locked around Monica’s wrist.
“Come on, come on!” Colt whispered urgently, his hands gripped into tight fists as Sierra and Monica struggled, their faces masks of anguish. Finally, Monica’s claw-like hand began to move away from Sierra’s face, a millimeter at a time, until with a sudden movement, Sierra forced the hand down. The two woman began to kick and twist again, silent except for their grunts and pants as they writhed in mortal combat. Sierra broke free and tried to rise, but Monica caught her by the back of her bra, dragging down on her as she rose.
Sierra spun to face her foe, the movement jerking Monica closer. She threw an awkward left into Monica’s side, but the punch was weak and ineffective. Monica countered by trying to knee Sierra in her womanhood but Sierra twisted, blocking the blow with her thigh.
“Bitch!” Sierra screamed, trying to break free from Monica’s grasp, shrieking in pain as Monica raked her nails across Sierra’s shoulder and left breast. “You fucking bitch!” Sierra screame
d again, grabbing Monica’s free hand to prevent her from scratching her again, twisting and jerking to free herself, pulling her bra off her shoulder as she struggled. She stomped hard on Monica’s foot, lunging away when Monica’s grip loosened.
She backed off several steps and stood panting, pulling her bra off and throwing it into the dirt so Monica couldn’t do that to her again, looking at the blood on her fingers as she touched the stinging welts on her shoulder and chest. So that’s how it’s going to be then? Bring it, bitch!
Colt looked around him during the brief lull in the fight. It was like every women fight the club had, the men roaring in excitement, urging the combatants on, crying for more blood, for more destruction. Movement caught his eye and he turned back to see Sierra take two quick steps forward and throw a wild roundhouse, the blow missing badly and taking her off balance. She was losing her control, allowing her anger to overcome her rather than holding back and picking Monica apart from a distance.
The swing missed completely, allowing Monica to get inside. Monica was a brawler and liked to get in close and inflict as much pain and damage as she could. She grabbed Sierra by the hair again and jerked her close while pulling down hard on her hair and forcing Sierra’s head back. Sierra, desperate, grabbed Monica’s hair, determined to do as much destruction to Monica as she did to her. The two women stood toe to toe, hauling on each other’s hair, crying out softly with their teeth bared in spite and rage. Sierra released Monica’s hair with her right hand and drove one, two, then three hard punches into Monica’s side, doubling the other woman over with her blows.
Monica couldn’t take the pounding and released Sierra, backing away while covering her midsection, but Sierra followed, her left hand still tangled in Monica’s hair. She threw another hard punch that landed solidly. Monica was becoming desperate to get away and clawed at Sierra’s stomach and breasts. Sierra jerked out of range, the rake of Monica’s nails not even breaking the skin before yanking Monica’s head back and throwing another punch, a straight shot to her left breast.
That’s it! Colt cheered to himself. It was clear that Sierra was turning the tide and had Monica back on her heels. If she could just keep her cool, she could finish her off, but Monica wasn’t out of it yet. She grabbed the hand still tangled in her hair with both of hers, and taking another hard shot to the ribs, fell back while holding Sierra’s hand, taking them both to the ground again. Sierra lost her grip on Monica’s hair when she hit the ground. Monica held her close and the two women tumbled and rolled, fighting for position, shrieking and screaming in rage and pain as they slashed at each other with their hands. It was no longer a fight but a bloody free-for-all as the two women opened up bloody gouges on each other’s bodies. Come on! Finish her! Colt urged Sierra silently.
Sierra finally managed get Monica pinned down long enough to get behind her, putting her in the chokehold Colt had shown her. She reared back, her elbow locked around Monica’s neck, drawing the hold tight with her other arm.
Monica bucked and thrust, forcing her to her back, twisting and scrambling in a desperate attempt to escape, but she clung to the woman like a leech, Sierra’s legs wrapping about Monica and squeezing tight. With a massive twist, Monica rolled onto her stomach, but Sierra hung on, lying on her back and pulling her head up as Monica’s face twisted in pain.
“Don’t ever fuck with me again,” she muttered into Monica’s ear as she grimaced, trying to pull the hold as tight as possible.
Colt saw Dominick burst from the crowd. He was closer to the action, and before he could stop him, he grabbed Sierra by the hair. Sierra shrieked in pain as he hauled her off her opponent, pulling her to her feet and drawing back his meaty fist. Before he could throw the blow, Colt hit him with a flying tackle, knocking them all to the ground. Dom was a huge man, going soft with age, but still massively strong. Colt was first to his feet, throwing a hard left, right combination to Dom’s face as he rose.
Dom roared in rage, charging into Colt like a bull. Colt was ready for the charge, ducking under the rush, and using Dom’s momentum against him, went to the ground, hauling Dom down with him and flipping him to his back. Dom landed hard, knocking the wind out of him. Colt sprang to his feet and turned, kicking Dom hard in the face with his booted foot at the other man began to rise. Blood sprayed from the downed man’s nose and mouth, before he collapsed back into the dirt and was still.
Sierra was in a rage. She had Monica and Dom had interfered. The moment Colt jumped in and got him off her, she whirled to face Monica again. The other woman was staggering to her feet, but her movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. Sierra charged Monica, wanting to kill her, hitting her hard with a full body tackle that drove them both into the dirt. Again the two woman struggled, but Monica was still woozy and could do little save take Sierra into a hug, holding her close as she tried to wait for her head to clear. Sierra reared up, forcing herself from the woman’s embrace and drove a hard right into Monica’s cheek. Stunned by the blow, Monica held her hands out, trying to block Sierra’s fists while clawing her way out, scratching at her opponent’s breasts and stomach. It was no use and Sierra sat astride of her as she drove her right hand into the woman’s face over and over again.
“Fuck with me!” Sierra snarled, throwing punch after punch, no longer feeling the bite of Monica’s nails. “I’m going to fucking kill you! Kill you! Do you fucking hear me! I’m going to—”
She screamed in rage and frustration as strong hands pulled her off Monica. She turned, swinging wildly at her new opponent, fighting her way out—
“Sierra! Enough!” Colt roared, grabbing her hands and holding them. “She’s had enough! She’s out! Sierra, stop!”
Colt’s bellows finally penetrated the red fog and she stopped struggling, staring to Colt’s face, panting like a bellows, before bursting into tears and burying her face in Colt’s chest.
“It’s okay,” Colt said softly, holding her as she sobbed, pushing her hair back and wiping the dirt from her face. “It’s over now.”
She nodded but couldn’t stop the tears, shaking and sobbing in fear and pain. Finally, the sobs began to subside and she sniffed and wiped her nose.
“You okay?” Colt asked softly.
She shook her head. She was anything but okay. Still bleeding from multiple cuts and scratches, the knuckles of her right hand raw, covered in sweat and dirt, Sierra turned to limp back Colt’s trailer as he guided her with an arm around her shoulders. The crowd parted as they left, and she looked behind her, watching several members tending to Monica and Dom until the gap closed and blocked them from her view.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“How is she?” Bobbi asked Colt the next morning as he sat down at the table.
“I don’t know. She’ll barely talk to me.”
“Is she coming to breakfast?”
“Maybe. She’s still shaken up from yesterday.”
“I’ll talk to her, okay?”
Colt nodded in thanks. He’d gently cleaned Sierra up when they returned to his trailer. Once he had the dirt cleaned away, he could see she had several deep scratches that probably hurt like hell but wouldn’t scar. Her right hand was a mess, and her knees were scraped up, but she would heal.
After he had her settled down, he’d gone to check on Monica. She was awake, and alert, but looked like hell. She had her share of scratches, but her face…the entire left side of her face was swelling and bruising, and her left eyes was swelling shut. Sierra had beaten the shit out of her.
He said nothing and couldn’t feel sorry for the woman as Bobbi and Rocks worked on her, butterflying shut the cuts on her face. She would think twice before tangling with Sierra again.
Monica and Dom arrived a moment later. Monica looked far worse than she had last night and Dom’s nose was swollen and bandaged. Neither said anything, refusing to look up as they settled at their normal places.
“You broke Dom’s nose,” Harrison whispered.
“Good. He’s lu
cky that’s all I did. He shouldn’t have interfered.”
Harrison snorted and leaned back in his chair. “Yeah. He screwed up. I’ve heard rumbles about it already. Nobody liked what he did. Not only did he interfere, but he was going to hit her, too.”
“Maybe it’s time?”
Harrison nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking.”
Colt sat, thinking, trying to figure the angles and how the coup might play out. He was still deep in thought when Sierra appeared. She still was subdued, and she moved as if she were sore, but otherwise seemed fine.
“You still okay?” Colt whispered as he bent over and kissed her softly.
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”
“Okay. You don’t have to.”
“I want to leave. Today.”
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