Chapter Eleven. #2
“Yup. See how much attention he’s demanding right now?” Vortex murmured, and I looked down at his lap. The bulge had grown much larger.
“Oh, you’re huge!”
Vortex roared with his own laughter this time.
“Who’s huge?” Nanci demanded as she walked past and paused.
“Oh,” I blushed, and a knowing look crossed her face.
“Vortex? Yup, I once had the privilege of seeing his morning wood. He’d put a porn star to shame,” Nanci quipped.
“What the fuck?” Inglorious roared, and both Nanci and Vortex broke into more laughter. I wasn’t sure how to react. Had they slept together?
“Calm your passion. Vortex was staying at my place in Vegas; he wouldn’t get up for breakfast, and I walked into his bedroom. There was Vortex, stark naked and morning glory proudly standing to attention,” Nanci chortled. “Seriously, he could star in porn movies.”
“Are you saying I’m inadequate?” Inglorious exclaimed, outraged.
Joe, the prospect, was passing and froze. “Uh?”
“Move on, prospect. Unless you’ve seen Joe’s cock, too, woman. Is Joe ready for porn films?”
Joe gaped at Inglorious. “She’s never seen my dick! Wait—I want in the club, but I ain’t making a porn film to do it. You saying we gotta make a porno?”
“Oh my God, Joe!” Nanci screeched as she rocked back and forth, losing it again.
“What the fuck? We gotta star in porn films to join? That wasn’t in the description. I don’t mind a couple of women, but nope to men,” Rory replied.
I couldn’t help it. The look on Inglorious’s face undid me, and I joined Nanci. Vortex was also chuckling hard as the Unwanted Bastards president turned to the prospects.
“Nobody. Has. To. Star. In A. Porn. Film,” he stated firmly.
“Well, I ain’t fuckin’ stopping,” a man said, who’d just entered.
“Bow!” Nanci shrieked and jumped up. She went to rush the guy who was identical to Tracker but without the scar, when Inglorious snagged her.
“Those lips belong to me,” he warned and let her go.
“Not staying if there ain’t no porn, I’m off,” Bow replied and turned on his heel. He walked straight into his brother.
“Porn? We’re making porn movies?” Tracker asked, looking confused. Bow staggered as Nanci hit his back and hugged him.
“Fuck me,” Vortex muttered, and I began giggling again.
“I ain’t fucking a dude!” Rory yelled.
“Screw you, I ain’t making a porn film!” Joe stated loudly.
“There ain’t fuckin’ porn films!” Inglorious roared, rubbing his nose between two fingers.
“Fuck you, we’re not allowed to watch porn?” Tracker asked.
Inglorious tipped his head to heaven as a roar came from the kitchen and Hercules appeared. “I’m screwed then because I rubbed one out to big-titty women last night.”
Nanci collapsed crying, and I gave up and just let the humour of the situation take me. Poor Inglorious stomped towards the doors. “Welcome back, motherfucker. You’re the enforcer and the new deputy.” With that bombshell, Inglorious left.
“Think I’d rather star in a porn movie,” Bow said dejectedly. “What the fuck just happened?”
My phone beeped, and I looked down. A frisson of worry ran through me.
“Vortex. Papa messaged. He said they’re planning a candlelit vigil in two days for those who died,” I said in an aside to Vortex as the laughter continued around us.
“You wanna go?” he asked.
“Don’t know. I’d like to for Natasha, but I don’t want everyone trying to talk to me. Especially the media. Plus, if they see me with you guys, they’ll know where I am.”
The saloon doors blew open, and Drew stormed in. “We’ve got a problem.”
“Another fuckin’ one?” Vortex demanded.
“News vans are pulling up in the public car park; they’re aware Amy’s hiding here. I’ve informed Monroe, and he’s going to get the locals to help keep them from town.”
Well, who needed to worry about the candlelight vigil now?
“Fuck me, the openings in a couple of days. Will the media circus put customers off?” Vortex groaned.
Guilt swamped me. This was my fault. Their entire lives were being upended. “I can stay in a hotel,” I suggested. Vortex spun on me so quickly that I jumped.
“You’re staying here. We can protect you here.”
“The problem is that nobody from Amy’s family or Amy is giving interviews, and it’s driving up the frenzy. That social media clip in the restaurant went viral. Now everyone wants a piece,” Oil said.
“That’s probably true,” Drew agreed.
“I don’t want to give a statement or interview. My grief isn’t for public consumption,” I stated, upset.
“Someone wanna explain what’s happening?” Bow demanded, confused.
“Nobody here believes it is. I’m just stating how the world works nowadays,” Oil replied, ignoring him.
“Can we keep them out of town?” King asked.
“Yes. Because this is private property, Unwanted Bastards own it,” Vortex stated.
“I’ll come help until the locals arrive,” King offered, and Drew nodded gratefully.
“We’ll need some patrols as well, walking through town. Although there’s only one road in, they can sneak through fields and everything,” Drew said.
“Good job, your new deputy arrived today!” Vortex announced and slapped Bow on his shoulders. Bow scowled, which made everyone grin.
“Think I’d prefer starring in the porn films,” he muttered. “This place is a fuckin’ asylum.”
Drew looked completely confused. “What porn films?”
“Don’t ask,” Joe almost begged as he walked past again. Joe shook his head and kept going as, despite the circumstances, we all laughed.
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It was amazing how most of the brothers pitched in to police the town.
Soon Drew’s cells were full of assholes who’d trespassed and then refused to leave.
Once news of the arrests spread, most reporters stayed away, but drones had been sent in.
The club had taken great delight in shooting them down.
At first, the Feds had been worried. When they realised what was happening, worry turned to amusement.
We got used to the sound of Tracker or Hercules yelling, “Private property scumbags!”
Vortex had even received a call from the reclusive Gravey, stating he’d chased some ‘motherfuckin’ nosey bastards off’.
Inglorious hadn’t been amused when Nanci had been stopped by one who’d tried bribing her.
The guy had run, seeing Inglorious heading for him with murder on his face.
Nanci had complained and informed us she’d been trying to get a yacht out of the reporter, to our amusement.
Because of the circus outside, the Capture the Flag game had been postponed for a couple of days. I did worry it would get too cold to play it, but Vortex shrugged it off. It was a game they could and would play even in the snow.
Chill replied that he preferred the snow, as he could bury his brothers’ faces in it.
Nice. But I still felt bad. Their lives were on hold, kind of because of me. Something needed to give.