Crazy Bitch Read Online Jamie Begley (Biker Bitches #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Biker Bitches Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
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Crazy Bitch let the magazine drop to her lap. She could take a lot from her friend’s stepdaughters; being called lame wasn’t one of them.

“Does your lollipop that you’re willing to get grounded for have a name?”

Meri and Keri shared a conspiratorial look.

“Or names?” Crazy Bitch amended.

Meri gave up pretending to be preoccupied by her cell phone. “Steven and Brandon.”

“Those names sound lame to me.”

“What do you know? You don’t even have a boyfriend.” Meri rose to sit on the edge of the couch cushion, rebelliously glowering at her.

“How many you had?”

“A couple.”

“When you’ve had a hundred, we’ll talk.” Crazy Bitch gave Calder an imperceptible shake of her head to stay out of the argument.

“You’re really going to admit you had that many?” Scorn filled the little bitch’s voice as Keri gave her sister an approving nod.

The two girls thought they could take her on? Go for it, she thought, not losing her temper. The bitches were just sharpening their claws. She was about to teach them her skills of being a real bitch.

“Calder, why don’t you take Star and Harley to the kitchen? I promised them an ice cream sundae. The jar of hot fudge is in the cabinet.” She patiently waited until the younger children were distracted before she started sharpening her own claws.

“Are they seniors, too?” she asked the twins.

Crazy Bitch knew she had them when their expressions began to look sickly.

“How old, nineteen or twenty? Older?”

“Age doesn’t matter. Girls are more mature than boys, anyway.”

She grinned vindictively. “Older than twenty? Damn, Sex Piston didn’t mention you both have boyfriends older than twenty.”

Keri nearly fell off the couch. Righting herself, she stood up. “They’re seniors in college. We met them when our class went to Eastern University.”

“You got to love higher education.” Her grin widened. “How often do they sneak down from Richmond?”

“That haven’t. It’s the first time—”

“Shut up, Keri.” Meri angrily turned toward her twin.

“Don’t worry; I won’t say anything. This is just girl talk.” Crazy Bitch tried to waylay Meri’s concern.

“You won’t say anything to Stud or Sex Piston?” Meri asked distrustfully.

Crazy Bitch knew which twin was smarter. “No, I’m all about girls getting a little something-something. So, you’ve only been texting them since you met?”

“Yes. I suppose you’re going to tell them that, too.”

“I said I wouldn’t, and I won’t.” She raised her hand in the air. “I swear. How about you girls forget about sneaking out? It’s not going to happen. I’ll get my case and do your nails.”

“Since we don’t have any other options, I guess so.”

Crazy Bitch went to the bathroom and got her nail case, taking out her favorite and putting it in a drawer before going back into the living room.

Opening the case, she settled back down on the couch as Meri and Keri started searching through the colors of polish.

“Where’s the one you’re wearing?” Keri asked.

“It’s empty. I threw it away,” she lied without regret. “This one is really pretty.” She held a sheer pink color for her to see.

“That’ll work.” The teenager held her hand out as if she was the Queen of Sheba.

Crazy Bitch worked tirelessly on Keri’s nails, enjoying watching Calder and Star eating their sundaes at the counter as Harley made a mess of his, mainly eating the Oreos and sauce on top.

“Those sandals are sharp. They new?”

Keri chewed on her bottom lip. “Yes.”

“They look like a new pair Sex Piston bought when we went shopping.”

“She let me borrow them.” Keri kept her gaze focused on her nails.

“That’s nice of her. She never lets me or any of the bitches borrow anything. She even gets pissed if we go in her closet to look.”

Neither girl filled the silence.

Crazy Bitch continued talking to fill the void. “You really should stop chewing your nails; it’s very unattractive. Older men would consider it a childish habit.” She lifted the hand she was working on to examine it closer before lowering it to finish painting it. “It looks like you’re starting to get a little wart on your forefinger. I’d get that taken care of before it spreads.”

“I will.”

“Raise your head; you can look at it later.” She finished her pinky with a final swipe of the nail polish before putting the brush back into the bottle and twisting it closed.

“You’re next, Meri. You want the same color?”

“No.” She reluctantly handed her the color she had chosen.

“You sure you want this color?”

“Why?”

“With your skin coloring, it could make your hand look yellow.”

Meri’s cheeks flushed. She had picked the same shade of fingernail polish as her top.

The girl found a different color in her case. “Is this better?”

Crazy Bitch let her pained look speak for itself, sending the girl picking the first one she came to, looking at her in askance at her choice.

“Would you like me to pick one for you?” she offered pityingly.


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