Trev slapped his hand to Duke’s and pulled him to his feet. They stood there, hands together, nodding. A real sign of respect between the two. Nobody was meant to see eye to eye. That’s not how the MC worked. But respect? That was earned and that was sacred.
“You good?” Trev asked.
“Great,” Duke said. “My dues are paid.” He looked to Cade. “Right?”
“All paid,” Cade said. “I’ll get this taken care of.”
“Duke,” Trev said. He broke hands and stepped back, leaning against the table. “We still need you there tonight.”
“Are you serious?” Duke asked.
“Yeah,” Trev said. “Kye has all the information. I want you there. I want to see who shows up to kill you.”
“To kill me,” Duke said.
“And how do we stop it?” I asked.
Trev looked at me. He then patted a hand to my chest. “That’s your problem, brother. You’re going to save his ass tonight. I want to see the monster at his finest. I want you to destroy everything in sight and send a clear message to everyone in attendance.”
“What about Duke’s woman?” Cash asked. “I mean, he pays a good price to lose at cards but still walk away with a decent blowjob.”
“Thanks for thinking of my dick,” Duke said.
Cash made a fist. “Always. I think of everyone’s dick.”
“Great,” Jasper said.
“Anyone worried about pussy…” Trev looked at the clock on the wall. “You’ve got about four hours to drain yourselves. I’d go to it.”
And that was how the meeting ended.
We moved to the clubhouse where I ordered a cold beer. I sat there, thinking about the night. There was plenty of bullshit activity going around Daurian. It was impossible for the PD to control. We helped to push it out of the city limits, but it lingered right on the border. Chances were another gang called The Hell Five were helping to fund the illegal gaming. They were a pain the ass, too.
What worried me the most was the O’Nuall family. It wasn’t my place to say it to the Prez, but they were sick. They would easily go after Trev’s old lady and take the baby.
The weight of protection was getting heavier by the second.
From the corner of my eye I spotted one of the regulars at the clubhouse. She was pretty, wearing a low cut top. She looked at me and grinned. I hated that there were regulars around. I knew too much and I hated mixing business and pleasure. I wasn’t going to fuck her because I felt bad that she struggled to pay her bills and her mother was in hospice care for cancer. I was going to fuck her because I needed to calm my nerves for a bit before tonight.
I gave a nod and she pointed toward the hall.
Five minutes later I was behind her. She was naked, I had my jeans down to my knees. I pounded at her, forcing her to dig at the bed to keep from being thrust off the other side.
Pussy came first… and then I was off to kill… the monster would come out again tonight.
four.
(harlee)
I always kept a secret bag packed full of clothes and supplies. It was a backpack and I left it in the trunk of my car. I had grown up always feeling like I was on the run so it came as second nature to me. As I walked from Daxton’s room, I purposely left all my stuff behind, scattered on his bed, giving the illusion that we were okay with things.
Too bad that morning I had gone into his room to get a change of clothes and found a woman in bed with him. She was naked, face down, her flabby ass hanging out of the sheets. Her panties were dangling off her left ankle, the front pointing at me with text that read it ain’t going to lick itself.
I patted the woman on the ass and she stirred, groaning. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. I thought she’d be surprised, but not this bitch. She popped her head up and asked, “Is it your turn? Or are we going together?”
I simply smiled and said, “Oh, no, sweetie. He’s all yours.”
Trust me, I had no desire to sleep with Daxton. The handful of times I did, I was aided by alcohol, which doesn't say much about my character.
Then again, I was the one standing next to my car in a tight pair of jeans and a tank top that purposely showed a sliver of skin. My bra was some special thing that pushed my boobs up - like I really needed that to begin with - and made them pour out of the top of my top. Again, like I really needed that to begin with.
I had my hair pulled back tight and wore what I assumed to be the right amount of makeup and glitter on my face. I felt stupid but it was the only way I knew how to make money. I’d serve drinks, smile, flirt, and walk out with hundreds in cash. I’d have to dodge plenty of ass grabbing and offers for one night stands. Then again, maybe if the right businessman offered me a night, I’d do it just to stick it at Daxton and the MC.
Yeah, right.
If I didn’t end up back at the clubhouse, I’d end up with a bullet in my head.