1 Grip
Grip
Deep purple nails slithered over my shoulder, and a second later, one of the club girls took her place on my lap.
Her name was Rosie, on account of her roses tattoo. She’d been around here a few years.
I finished off my beer as Yapper beside me kept going on about whatever the fuck he was talkin’ about.
A story embellished to the max, that was for damn sure.
The shit he got into was always somethin’, but he had to go and add in shit like it was a damn movie.
Considering at least one other brother was there during whatever shenanigans he got up to, we knew some of it wasn’t fully real.
But we let him go on. And in this case, on and on.
I’d been listening to him for twenty minutes now, waiting for him to get to the end.
I wasn’t really in the mood, and I had zero patience left.
It had been a long fuckin’ day. The monthly club meeting finished an hour ago, and we’d been locked in Church all day, going over all the little shit. I hated the monthly meetings.
I didn’t care about the money going in or out. I trusted Teller to fucking handle that shit since it was his job.
I didn’t much care to hear about our stash and how it was growing.
That was Mole and Dweller’s jobs. There wasn’t a need to worry since they treated that grow house like it was their own, and those fucking plants were their babies.
Sad and fuckin’ hilarious if you asked me.
I loved to bust Dweller’s balls over how he fuckin’ read and sang to those damn things when he thought no one was around.
The only thing that I needed to know was when the next run was comin’ up. It was soon, and I was counting down the days. Some might not have seen the Tail Gunner position as an important one, but I took it seriously. One of the only few things I did take seriously.
I wasn’t trying to be a dick, I just trusted my brothers to handle their part of the load.
I didn’t need no rundown about it every damn month.
If there was ever a problem, I expected they’d come calling and the rest of us would go runnin’.
That’ was how shit worked around here with everyone else.
But Prez liked to make sure everything was running right, and he liked the whole damn table to go over it like we were one well-oiled machine.
“Yap,” Rosie snapped from her perch on my lap, causing said brother to stop mid-sentence and glare at her.
She leaned over and ran her finger over his jaw.
Her shirt rode up enough so I could see those roses that made up her tramp stamp.
“Sorry, baby.” Rosie softened her tone and flashed him a coy smile.
Neither of us bought that shit ’cause the chicks around here were anything but coy or sweet.
I’d seen the claw marks they’d left on the brothers—and each other, but for different reasons.
I’d seen them fuck a handful of brothers in one night and almost rip another chick’s hair out because they felt disrespected. It was a damn madhouse.
And I fuckin’ lived for it.
This was my club. My fuckin’ home.
I wore these colors with pride, and I’d die before I let them be taken from my skin.
“Pink was lookin’ for you. She said she’s got a surprise for you in her room,” the club chick told Yap.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” she smiled and blinked at him.
“Fuckin’ hell yeah. Later.” He shot off the couch and headed for the back of the clubhouse.
The club girls who lived on the compound had a renovated warehouse all to themselves. They had their own rooms, their own living area to chill in, and their own kitchen. Surprisingly, some of them knew how to cook.
“Was that true?” I asked.
“Not even a little bit,” Rosie replied with a devious smirk. “But she’ll take care of him. She always does. I could see it in your face, you were over hearing him talk.”
“Got that right,” I said. He would have kept going even if I was eight inches deep in someone. Which I didn’t normally mind, but I was one grumpy son of a bitch tonight and didn’t have the energy to block out his voice. “Tired of talkin’, period.”
“Okay,” she said, clearly getting the hint right away. She slithered off my lap and landed on her knees between my legs.
As she unbuckled my belt, I took in the room, seein’ how many brothers were hanging around. Many of the brothers liked to get worked up by watching a club girl get pounded, and I was never against putting on a show.
My gaze stopped on Viking sitting in the corner.
He was alone, his eyes already watchin’ me.
He gave me a jerk of his chin. He had his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face, but despite the fuck off vibe, he was pretty relaxed.
The day hadn’t had any trauma, so I knew he didn’t need me watchin’ him.
He was just going to take it all in for now.
Some would say he was a weird fucker, but I understood him more than anyone.
We were brothers before this club, and we’ll be brothers in Hell together after the lights go out for the final time.
The kind of shit we’d gone through gave us a bond stronger than blood.
Might not ever say it, but I’d do anything for that big fucker, and I knew he’d do the same for me.
He’d been in my life longer than I’d been without him.
But at least now, with me hittin’ thirty and him only a year behind, I felt like we’d finally found a place where we didn’t need to be prepared to pick up and leave.
Might have taken five years of being with this club to finally start feeling that way, but who could blame us with what we’d been through?
Rosie rolled a condom down my shaft, stroking me a few times as she got situated. I didn’t trust any of these chicks. I wore a condom no matter what the fuck we were doing, and most of them knew not to even try to get up on me without one. Thank fuck she wasn’t trying, ’cause I wasn’t in the mood.
Most of them were happy being here, having a room over their head and a brother to fuck whenever they wanted.
But there had been a few who’d attempted to steal a brother’s seed in order to lock an ol’ lady position down.
That shit always pissed me off. Mostly because it was always the kid that paid the price, and that shit wasn’t fuckin’ right.
“That’s it, baby,” I said as she took my cock into her mouth. She wasn’t the most skilled of the club girls, but I was damn worked up from sitting in damn Church for so long that I didn’t give a fuck. She could get me off with a loose grip, and I’d fuckin’ take that shit right now.
Well, maybe not.
I was itching to fuck someone hard and rough.
When she fluttered her eyes up at me as my cock hit the back of her throat, I knew she’d be up for it. I wasn’t even gonna bother taking her to the back.
“Fuck yeah,” I said as I put my hand on her head.
My hips worked, punching my cock into her tight throat over and over again. She coughed but didn’t try to pull away. Tears and mascara ran down her cheeks, causing me to smirk. A ruined slut was the best kind of slut.
I’d stick by that until the day I died.
I was seconds away from blowing my load in her mouth when a commotion started up behind me.
I knew somethin’ big was goin’ down when Whiplash went running across the room toward the front of the clubhouse.
Kneecap was not two seconds behind the Sergeant at Arms. Which didn’t surprise me, given that he was the head Enforcer.
Viking was on his feet, taking heavy, wide steps in the direction everyone seemed to be heading.
“Got trouble. Unknown car,” Slice said as he came stalking by me, catching up with the tail end of the herd.
“Well, fuck,” I said as I pulled the club girl off me. “Pick this up later.”
I stood, ripping off the condom and tossing it in the direction of the nearest trash bin. By the time I had my pants done back up, the metal front door screeched open and the fading light of the afternoon filled the room.
My feet came to a halt at the end of the parted crowd.
Target was forcing a sweet little thing inside with a gun to her back. A quick look around told me none of the brothers recognized her.
Vike grunted as I moved to take the space at his side. His gaze was glued to the scene, eyes sharp as he stood as a silent guard, ready to jump in if needed.
I shifted my attention back to her. She had to have been about twenty.
Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and I could even see some golden strands glittering in the shitty light of the clubhouse.
Skin slightly tan, like a white girl who’d spent a lot of the summer outdoors.
Damn, never would have thought a frilly shirt and clean as new white tennis shoes did it for me, but she was looking pretty fuckin’ cute with her green eyes in that wide deer caught in headlights stare and scared-as-hell innocent look she had going on.
Somethin’ wasn’t right.
Bitch like that sure didn’t belong in a place like this.
So… what the hell was she doing here?