“Tank, brother.” I reply while we greet in the man half hug, back slap.

Hearing a noise behind us, we both turn around to catch the sight of Doll and Sass bending over to pick up trash. Tank whistles and I laugh just before Doll and Sass abruptly stand and glare over at us.

“Fuck you, Tank.” Sass yells over to us.

“Oh, baby, you know you want to.”

The girls are making their way over in an aggressive march. Shit, they’re not happy with the flirtatious behavior of my brother.

“Let me tell you something, Frank Thomas Oleander. I’ve fucked you once. I won’t fuck you twice. Take all those thoughts from your pea-sized brain and tell them to your pea-sized penis.”

I watch as Doll flinches at Sass’s words. Damn. Now I see why they call her Sass. Doll reaches out to grab Sass and pull her back. Instead, Sass steps closer, toe-to-toe with Tank, she stands strong against him. He takes the opportunity to grab her ass and pull her closer, rubbing up against her. I can’t tell if he’s going to fuck her right here on the spot, or cuss her out.

“Oh, baby, that sassy mouth,” he croons, “I know just how to shut you the fuck up. And last night, my dick sure as shit wasn’t pea-sized as you were begging for more. Talk your shit, but you know you want more. You know there’s gonna be more. That sassy ass is mine, Savannah. I know it, you know it; you just don’t wanna admit it. It’s all good, baby. No one else will ever match up to what I gave you.”

“Keep dreaming, Tank. Badass biker… Fucking shit-head... Controlling ass pricks. You, my dad, and every other fucking Hellion here can kiss my ass. I’m done with this shit. Never. Again.”

With that, she backs away then turns and storms off. Doll is standing there, stunned.

“Tank, how could you? You fucked her, fine, you’re both grown ass adults, but you didn’t have to treat her like a bar-bitch. You know better. Even I fucking expected more from you,” Doll chastises.

He starts shaking his head as her words begin to sink in. “I’m sorry, Doll. It’s not like that. She isn’t a bar-bitch. I’m not looking to settle down, though. The white picket fence and shit isn’t for me.”

“She doesn’t want a white picket fence, dumbass. Neither, Sass or I, feel ready for the complications of a serious relationship. Sometimes chicks are out to have a good time and see where it goes, not get married right off the bat. Why do men make such quick assumptions?” Doll’s frustrations are rolling off her with each word.

“I fucked up, Doll. My bad. You know I can’t give her what she needs or wants, not long term. It’s a good time, that’s all. I didn’t mean to be harsh this morning. It was just habit, that’s all,” he says running his hand through his hair.