Chapter 3 #5
In her room, she undressed, pulling on pajama bottoms and a long-sleeve t-shirt that used to belong to her brother.
It was way too big on her, but it was soft and worn and reminded her of him.
Pulling the covers up to her chin, she touched her lips where Jed had kissed her.
Damn, he could kiss. It was with a wistful upturn of her lips that she fell asleep.
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Tinker
Tinker was in a foul mood. That fucking cunt Tori thought she was too good to suck his cock.
She said she didn’t like the way he talked to her.
What kind of bullshit was that? She was a club whore.
Who did she think she was? Race had told him his first night back that the whores decided who they did and didn’t want to fuck.
What utter horse shit. He’d find someplace else to get his dick wet.
This wasn’t the same club he left behind. Back in the day, a brother could fuck anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted, without having to leave the clubhouse. Pussy was like beer. Always there and always ready to be tapped. He couldn’t believe he’d been forced to resort to seeking pussy elsewhere.
Climbing into the truck he’d just bought with the money the club had been putting into his account for the last ten years, he wondered where he should go.
He would prefer to be riding his bike, but with the freezing temperatures, he was afraid he might freeze his dick off.
The truck he bought was a couple of years old, black with chrome wheels, four-door, and Four Wheel Drive.
Other than his bike, he’d never owned anything so nice.
Spotting a gas station up ahead, he pulled over to fill his tank.
While he waited for his tank to fill, he debated on where to go to find a woman he could fuck that wouldn’t have a list of demands a mile long and didn’t bitch and complain about every damn thing.
He swiped a hand over his mouth. Being out of prison was a lot harder than he would have thought.
Ten years was a long time to be gone. So many things had changed during his absence.
Not just in the club, but in Redemption in general.
His favorite place to grab a beer outside the clubhouse was gone. In its place was a car wash. His favorite place to have a steak dinner was now a twenty-four-hour Chinese buffet. And his old neighborhood had been re-gentrified. Whatever the fuck that meant.
He missed the good old days when the club used to deal in drugs, guns, and whores. Those women never would have backtalked or told him no. He liked living on the edge, never knowing when war might break out. Everyone he used to know, well, the ones he actually liked, were all gone.
He missed his old club life.
Every day, he had to bite his tongue and go with the flow.
The clubhouse had old ladies hanging around almost every damn day, and when they came, they brought their little brats with them.
For fuck’s sake, there were so many ankle biters running around the clubhouse, he almost missed the relative solitude of his prison cell.
Since he’d been home, he’d done a lot of thinking, and he’d come to a couple of conclusions.
He was either going to have to accept the way the SORMC was now, or he could change it and make it into what he wanted.
To change it, he’d have to burn it to the ground and start over.
For that, he was going to need help. He would have to start recruiting like-minded people to fill the ranks of the Sons.
The pump kicked off, and he returned the nozzle.
He climbed back in his truck and reached for his phone to figure out where he should go when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.
It was that pretty little blonde woman he’d seen at Bottoms Up.
Her name was Sadie, and she was an uppity bitch, too.
All she had to do was fuck him like he asked; instead, she’d mouthed off and rejected him, causing Race to climb all over his ass.
To think, the fucker had been a lowly patched brother when he left.
He didn’t understand what Sadie’s problem was.
From what he’d overheard some of the brothers saying, she had experience with biker clubs already, having been associated with the Phantom Furies MC.
He wasn’t sure what kind of association she had, just that she knew the score.
She knew that when a brother wanted something, he took it. And he had wanted her. He still did.
He watched her strut across the parking lot in some sprayed-on blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination and a red coat.
He waited for her to climb into her car and take off before he started his truck and followed her.
She didn’t drive long when he saw her turn into Big Dick’s.
Huh. He was surprised to see the place was still open and wondered if Big Dick still owned the place or if he’d sold it to someone else.
Instead of parking in front like a paying customer would, she pulled around to the back.
Well, isn’t that interesting? Was this where she worked now?
He was guessing yes. He debated on going inside and having a beer, but decided against it.
As soon as she saw him, she’d be on the phone calling Race or one of the others.
That was okay for now. He’d get even with her soon, but first, he was going to have some fun with her.