“Yeah, but what?” Bruiser said, rubbing his chin in thought.
“Trying to cause dissension in the club, your club’s solid, maybe someone or some gang wants some of what you got, and causing tension in the club would break you apart,” I suggested softly, trying to picture Bruiser naked, throwing a chick out.
“We solid won’t happen.” Cricket smartly replied, but doubt marred her face.
“What if someone had a camera and was waiting for the girl to be cast out, catch who was slinging her out? I am presuming you were naked?” I suggested, thinking of ways a girl sneaking in could be used.
“I wasn’t, but she was. I hear you, but we know the truth, regardless of what photos may be produced. We are solid.” Bruiser frowned at what I was getting at.
“But no one else does; those other clubs will see the photos and make their own assumptions. Lucky it wasn’t Prez that threw her out.” I continued with my thoughts, piecing it all together.
The ping of Prez’s phone had him pulling out and groaning.
“Look.” He turned the phone around, and there was a picture of the girl being chucked out of the tent, Bruiser in the background, looking angry, and a caption, “Does he like a threesome?”
“Now it begins,” I said, wondering who would be the first to ask for more information.
“Let’s enjoy the day. If it gets out of hand, we leave. For now, come on, pretend nothing has happened.” Bruiser said, getting up and reaching out for Cricket.
We headed, and I followed meekly, tucked protectively under Tank’s arm. Whispers had already started, and I knew things would either get nasty or fade away quickly. Anyone with a brain could see the chick was being thrown out. In disgust, there was no kissing involved, so how could they suggest he had just had two women at the same time? I guess people see what they want, or maybe place doubts in their minds, that’s enough for whatever purpose they had in mind.
Prez’s phone pinged again, and he pulled it out, looked at it for a long while, and then looked back at us, me, and put his phone away.
“Someone must have taken pictures of you, too,” Tank said softly, squeezing me to let me know he had my back. It was reassuring to have him with me.
We came to a large lake, beautiful and crystal clear, Fish darted about under the water; the surface sparkled like diamonds. A gentle breeze sent small waves across it. The place was perfect, peaceful.
Suddenly, a loud splash, I turned in time to see some heads pop up.
A guy had jumped in, taking a woman with him; he helped her surface, then moved back a bit, giving her space and laughing as he went. She was spluttering and calling him names, and then she tried to swim at him to dunk him. The laughter broke the tension that had been building in our little group. As the two played in the water.
“Look,” Prez said, a man of few words, handing his phone to Tank, who shared it with me.
It showed the man approaching, and I could even hear him talking to me. The person had captured the whole incident. The second video was of a man in the medical tent, a bag of ice on his nose, told to take it easy for a few days. This was a setup, or why would the whole incident be captured? Unless someone noticed them coming towards me, and knew something was about to go down.
Tank handed the phone back and waited for Prez to say something. He just nodded and continued to where the sounds of laughter and cheering were going on.
This area was muddy from the river’s tide, having soaked it overnight, a sort of swampy area, but apparently it will be dry before the days out. Two men were in a cordoned-off area, mud-wrestling. It was challenging to get a good hold on the opponent, both bare-chested and in jeans, which would restrict their movement, I thought. It was interesting to see it in action for the first time. Both were taking deep breaths, as neither appeared to be getting the upper hand.
“Are there rules to this game?” I asked Tank as we watched them, I couldn’t make heads or tails of how to win.
“Yes, must be on your knees, and hold someone down like normal wrestling for three seconds. I think it’s best-of-three; I am not sure they follow the rules here, though. It’s not my scene.” Tank shrugged. As we watched, it didn’t appeal to me either. I don’t want to climb in and get muddy. Besides, I didn’t bring enough changes of clothing to waste some on rolling in the mud.
Tank POV
I kept my arms around Max as we watched the mud wrestling.
She said “yuck” a few times, and “no way,” and a few other comments that told me she won’t be wallowing in the mud anytime soon. Lucky me, the idea of her in there, slipping around, some think it’s fun, but I don’t, we had to get a guys bike home on the trailer, because he pulled a muscle after a rather large guy, landed on him, to try and pin him down, our guy won, but at a cost to his leg. I would’ve been worried the whole time she was in the mud, and if she won, she would have to do it again and again, till an overall winner was found.
I was also worried about the video of her downing that guy; it could get ugly for her. Bruiser wasn’t so concerned with the picture of him; you could see he was angry with her, and regardless of how they try to spin it, the girl was thrown out in the middle of the night.
Later, we will discuss it after we have had time to relax and take in the fun that day promised. We will also get a sense of how people feel as more people wake up and watch the video. We don’t want to react too soon.
Max didn’t question it yet, and I know she’s not a big talker, most likely would wait when it was just the two of us, and not so many ears around.
Her phone pinged, and she pulled out her phone.
I looked over her shoulder and could see someone had sent her the video, which made me frown. Who had her number?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.