Page 77 of Gunner

“If you don’t like the way I drive, then you could have walked home, butt-munch. No one forced you into the van.”

“It’s my van!”

“You lived,” Bailey sneered. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is you damn near took out a tree rounding the last curve!”

“But did you die?”

Scribe growled. “I hate you.”

Bailey smiled. “You love me and you know it. Now stop being a little bitch and let’s get you into bed.”

“I don’t need your help, woman.”

“Yes, you do. Claudia said...”

“You want to help me? Fine. You can help if you tell me why you don’t have a single tattoo on your body?”

For the first time I met Bailey, she was speechless.

Absolutely nothing.

Dead silence.

Moving closer so I could hear, Bailey narrowed her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. “Why do you care so much?”

“It’s not normal!” Scribe yelled. “Why, Bail’s? Tell me. What’s the big secret?”

“Where did you hide my birth control pills?”

“WHAT!” King’s voice permeated around the room.

Scribe and Bailey both jumped, looking at me as I smirked, holding up my phone. “Uh, yeah. I’m facetiming with King.”

“Gunner, turn the phone around. Now!” King roared.

Doing as he said, I watched as Bailey smiled prettily, waving happily at King as Scribe slowly moved behind his best friend for protection.

“Hi, babe!”

“Shut it, woman,” King growled. “Scribe, you chickenshit. She won’t protect you when I get my hands on you. What the hell have you done?”

“She gave me pussy lips! I had to pay her back. Fair is fair!”

“By hiding her birth control pills!”

“Well, yeah,” Scribe shrugged his shoulders, as Bailey snickered. “Told ya he was going to be pissed.”

“Well, he wouldn’t be if you’d just tell me your secret.”

King growled. “You two are worse than bickering toddlers. Scribe, give my woman back her birth control pills and Bailey, go see Claudia and get a damn pregnancy test done. God help us all if you’re pregnant too, woman. Jesus Christ. I am putting my fucking ring on your finger when I get back and you are not saying shit. Got me, woman?!”

“Fine,” Bailey huffed, storming out of the clubhouse, yelling loudly for all to hear. “But that doesn’t mean you can order me around!”

Hiding my smile as she stormed off, King added, “Scribe, I want those pills on my desk before I get home. Got me?”

“Fine,” Scribe grumbled, storming off towards the stairs, huffing and muttering all the way.