Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“I’ll give you my cock another time. And if you’re good, I might even let you come.” I gave her a smile, but my attention was only half on her. Something felt just that little bit… off.
When Ruby tried to push the issue, I lifted her off my lap and set her on her feet. “Enough. I said no. Go find one of the other brothers. Plenty here who’d love to fuck you.” I turned her around and smacked her ass to get her moving, trying not to be too much of an asshole while still getting my point across.
Club whores were here for one reason. To fuck. Since most of us had spent time incarcerated, we knew what it was like to go without a woman for extended periods. That shit wasn’t happening again. Every woman we let in knew the score. She could put out or get out. Problem was, we’d created monsters. Because when most of the women started with us, we spoiled them rotten. We were good to them as we could be, protecting them and making sure they had food and shelter. Still were. The women knew how we were and did their best to take advantage of it. “No” wasn’t a word they heard often, and as a general rule, they hated the word and would push back every time we used it. It was cute.
Until Knuckles and Gunnar came to Kiss of Death with old ladies. Now, we were all waiting patiently for the explosion. The club was Knuckles’s. Everyone knew it. The guys from Bones were here at his request, from what I’d heard. Knuckles would be president again. I wasn’t sure what role Gunnar would play, but he was a new fish -- which all but guaranteed the club whores would be on him like stink on shit. It would happen. Only a matter of time.
The family reunion continued. Unfortunately, the women weren’t here. “Unfortunately” because I really wanted to see some fireworks tonight. Probably just as well, because that feeling I had before was becoming an itch between my shoulder blades I couldn’t ignore.
I stood, acknowledging my brothers as I passed them on the way to the door. I stepped outside and took a deep breath. It was barely summer and already the air was humid and thick with moisture. I welcomed it, though. Inside our little corner of the city we’d created a haven of sorts. One whole city block in the center, we’d turned into a small forest. In the center of that, was a park of sorts where we had a couple of vegetable gardens and several flowerbeds. Wasn’t a very “biker” thing to do, but it was peaceful. At one time or another, after getting out of prison, we all needed the relative quiet and solitude.
“What’s goin’ on, Hawk?” I looked over my shoulder to find Chains. He’d been my cellie for a while, and after I’d gotten out, he found me and brought me to Kiss of Death. We’d helped clean out the trash in the club when they’d picked a fight with the wrong club.
“Don’t know. Somethin’.”
Chains nodded as he stepped beside me. He leaned against the rail in front of the main clubhouse. Crumbled concrete, gravel, and dirt lined the paths that made up the “roads” in our territory. It looked exactly like what it was. A prison of our own making. Only this one was to keep the rest of the world away from us instead of the other way around.
“You got that feelin’ again?” Chains lit a cigarette, the flare of his lighter briefly illuminating the hard planes of his face. He’d been with me long enough to recognize when my instincts kicked in.
I nodded, scanning the perimeter of our compound. “Yeah. Like somethin’s comin’ our way.”
“Something or someone?”
“Fuck if I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to shake the sensation. My instincts had saved my ass more times than I could count, both on the inside and out. When they started screaming like this, shit was about to go down.
We stood in silence for a few minutes, Chains smoking and me just watching the night. Our guard posts on top of each building were manned. Security lights flooding lights flooding the area close to our fencing provided a little extra protection for the buildings around us. If nothing else, the extra lighting made it easier for their own security cameras to get good imaging of whomever was trying to rip them off.
The sound of laughter and music drifting from the clubhouse behind us usually filled me with contentment. Tonight, it was an irritation. I needed to hear the night around me, to get an idea what was about to hit us.
I ducked under the railing and walked down the gravel path, not sure where I was going but needing to get away from the noise and light. Though the area around our compound was well lit, the interior was dark except for inside the various buildings. The paths between buildings and everything other than the center garden were covered in camo netting. We were as protected as we could be here. So why were my instincts screaming at me? The feeling got worse with each passing moment.