Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

“Sounds about right.”


“I guess I’ll go to the Thunderdome and watch Raven.”

Having seen Raven a few times in passing, I knew she was hotter than hell. I also heard she was a ball-busting bitch. Those were two of my favorite qualities in a woman.

“I’ll go with you.”

“You’re not hooking up with her,” Bailey said, giving me her tough chick duckface expression. “She’s abstaining from fucking losers like you.”

“I’m not looking to fuck her. I just want to watch her fight another girl. Let her get me riled up then I’ll find another chick to give me a happy ending.”

“Won’t be me.”

“You keep saying that,” I muttered, rolling my final strike. “I think maybe you’ve got fucking me on your mind.”

“No way. I like someone else. He’s hotter than you and smells like bacon.”

Grinning, I hugged Bailey to me. “Baby, aim higher than bacon stink.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

Based on her grumpy tone, I realized Bailey would cockblock any chance I had with Raven. Even if I got my happy ending from another chick, I was looking to play a little with the icy blonde. Bailey though would ruin it with her hot bacon guy talk.

“Someone needs to take care of the drunks,” I said, gesturing towards Maddy and Tucker. “I guess that someone is you.”

“Why me?” she balked.

“He’s your brother.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“Well, it’s even less my problem.”

“But I want to go to the fight.”

“You only wanted that starting five minutes ago. You’ll recover from the disappointment. The winos over there can’t drive themselves home.”

“No,” she whined. “I won’t do it. I’m nice, but not self-sacrificing nice.”

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “If you take them to their place and keep them drunk, you can get them to do stupid stuff while you videotape. Just think of the blackmailing possibilities.”

Bailey’s blue eyes lit up then she sighed. “I’m nice now. I can’t do stuff like that because of my kind heart and shit.”

“Dumpling, you can’t be nice twenty four seven. If you don’t act like a bitch every once in awhile then you’ll burn out. Look at Tawny. She’s nice most of the time, but she also won’t let Judd come out and play with me. That’s a bitch move right there.”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “You’re so immature. Get a new friend.”

“Think of it this way. I’ll be dead sooner than you will, so I need to have more fun than you do. Tonight, I’ll have fun not babysitting drunks while you suffer by making them doing weird shit while taking pictures. I bet you could get Maddy to draw on Tucker’s face again.”

Bailey sighed. “Okay, but Raven won’t fuck you. She’s sworn off losers. You’re not her type.”

“Stop calling me a loser. I have feelings, you know?”

Bailey laughed at my feigned hurt feelings. She continued laughing as she herded the drunks out the door. When I walked to the parking lot, she was still laughing. As I drove away, she had the drunks pointing and laughing too. Nice might be tricky for Bailey, but she had the bitch thing down pat.

Riding to Thunderdome, I doubted Raven would be much fun. I’d avoided her because of her reputation as a man-eater and I didn’t need another chick hassling me. While Bailey was obnoxious, she was like a kid sister.

Raven would give me something pretty to look at and I was bored. One cool fact about Ellsberg was the college. Every year, new girls arrived and most were looking for a wild time with a guy riding a Harley. No strings, no expectations. They wanted to fuck a bad boy then go steady with some dork in their Trig class. This setup worked just fine for me.

Summer meant most of the college chicks had returned home and it’d be months before new freshman arrived looking to ride me and my Harley. Until they came giggling to town, I needed a diversion. Hell, with the Devils making trouble lately, I suspected I might not be around for those curious freshmen anyway.

Tucker was an idiot and he ruined the foursome boys’ club by losing his balls. Even though I resented him, I had to applaud the Thunderdome idea. He turned an old equestrian arena into a cage fighting stadium. One of my favorite activities on the weekends was watching fights break out in the bars. I always found professional bouts too scripted and the fighters too talented. I wanted to watch chumps beating each other in random stupid ways. Tucker gave me just that sort of mayhem.