Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Parker
“How long have you been in the States?”
Knowing what I do about these lawless motorcycle clubs in the US, I imagined the club president would be an angry motherfucker with a permanent scowl.
I was wrong because Hoops, the Sons of Khaos president, is the most polite American I have ever met.
And his posture…? Pfft, he could give royalty a run for their money.
“About six months. Took me a while to get all my paperwork in order, which was a lot easier thanks to the guy my dad used to work for. It was actually him who helped me track down my big bro.” I stop talking and shrug, afraid I’m about to word vomit my life story—which he clearly isn’t asking for.
“Big bro. That shit’s weird as fuck.” Sledge sits on the sofa beside me, setting the tray of hot drinks on the table central to this seating area.
With Hoops in the armchair, it looks like he’s residing over his court from his throne. Ha. King Hoops…
“Ohmyfuckinggod, is that tea? Real tea?” I look over to Sledge, my eyes wide with excitement as he chuckles.
When we had breakfast an hour or so ago, I was disappointed in the lack of tea, resigned to the fact that they just don’t have it here. But now? Well…fucking yum.
“Sure is. The good stuff too. Sabrina keeps the kitchen stocked up for us.” He picks up one of the mugs and passes it to me. “She’s a good girl.”
“Is she the one who doesn’t speak? I thought you all had Stiffler’s mom up in here when I first saw her. She’s a fucking goddess.” Just like the woman from the movie American Pie, her long blonde waves are bouncier than her ample breasts.
Hoops laughs. “That’s her.” Leaning forward, he grabs the mug full of black coffee and I internally cringe. Nope. No way. Black coffee is more bitter than my mum was.
The warmth of the liquid seeps through the mug onto my palms and I breathe in the scent of a real cup of tea. I ran out of my own stash around the same time as I got stabbed.
“Do you play pool?” The question sounds a little awkward, but I take it for what it is…my brother wants to get to know me and I have to hold myself back from hugging him again.
“A little.” No way am I giving away my skillset in that department yet. I want a chance to hustle these fuckers first. All in good fun, of course. I don’t want to turn them all against me.
“Wanna play?” Is this where my big brother thinks he’s about to beat me at our first competition?
Cute…
Game on.
“Sure.” I act as nonchalant as I’m capable of as we both stand, tea in hand, and head toward the pool table.
The bar area is mostly empty because apparently most of these guys have legit jobs and it’s before noon on a Friday. This means the table isn’t being fucked on and the cum stains from the night before are all gone, thanks to the cleaning team that rocked up a short while ago.
“I’ll rack them up.” Sledge sets the balls up in their triangle and places the singular white one at the opposite end. “Wanna break?”
“Flip for it.”
He smirks as he pulls a coin from his pocket, and I think my hustling days are over before they begin because he has that same look in his eye as I know I get.
“Call it.” Flipping the coin, he catches it on the top of his hand and covers it with his palm.
“Head. Always head.”
“Head. Always head.”
Another voice joins mine almost simultaneously and yeah, it’s not totally appropriate to tell my brother I like head, but the moment was too good to pass up.
“Oh no. There are two of ya.” Sledge deflates, leaning against his pool cue as he sighs dramatically before straightening and pointing his index finger at Grinder. “Keep your dick out of my sister.” Then he turns his attention to me. “It’s heads. You’re up.”
I get warm fuzzies every time he says something all brotherly and protective like that and can’t help but grin.
“Yeah, keep your dick out of his sister.” I stick my tongue out toward Grinder before walking closer to the table, bending over with an arch in my back that would rival any porn star to aim my cue. I know what I’m doing and I give zero shits.
Grinder is hot, my pussy pulses every time I see him, and the sooner I fuck him, the sooner I can concentrate on something other than how much his thick cock would stretch me.
It’s not like Sledge and I are super close right now, which is another reason to fuck Grinder quickly because it doesn’t feel weird to fuck my brother’s friends yet.
Totally logical.
To me.
I pot two balls on the break, both stripes, and smile victoriously as we all watch them slide into the pockets.
“Fuckin’ knew you were a hustler.” Laughing, Sledge leans against his cue stick and shakes his head.
“Do you need help with your next shot, Stabby?” Grinder sits at the edge of one of the tall stools by the wall, his eyes focused on my ass as I glare at him from over my shoulder.
“Why Stabby?” Apparently, Sledge is choosing to ignore the flirtatious part of Grinder’s question. This time.
I take my next shot, waiting to see what answer Grinder comes up with. Another ball rolls into a pocket and the white bounces off the cushion, exactly as expected.
“Because she made a sinner very holey behind the gas station and it was hot as fuck.” He sparks up what smells like a joint, making no secret about the way he’s mentally undressing me.
I stand fully and stare at him, cocking my head to the side and raising my brows.
“So much for letting them think you did it. Grass.”
Holding his hands up in surrender, Grinder looks a lot confused. “First, what the fuck does grass mean? And second, you already told him what happened.”
“You ratted her out.” Sledge laughs and settles his gaze on me. “But even if you hadn’t told me, you’ll learn that we don’t keep secrets around here for long, Sis. Now hurry the fuck up and miss a shot because this is boring.” He picks up his tea from the table beside Grinder and takes a huge gulp.
I have to pause because, yeah, I’m having a moment.
“Please call me Sis all the time. That was fucking brilliant.” Grinning, I bound toward him, stopping myself just short of wrapping my arms around him again.
He stood as stiff as a board the first time and he’s currently still holding his mug of tea.
Don’t wanna spill it. “Sorry.” Spinning, I head back to the table and line up my next shot, potting the green striped ball with ease.
“You can give his hugs to me, Stabby, I’ll take all the bodily contact you’re willing to give—ow…worth it.”
I chuckle to myself, knowing Grinder likely just got slapped upside the head as I take my next shot and resist his offer.
“Where did you learn to look after yourself like that?” The non-judgey tone from Sledge is very welcomed. I generally expect the worst from people—saves for disappointment later—but I think I’ve hit the jackpot of all big brothers.
“Quinn’s gym. It was about ten minutes down the road from Mum’s.” I’ve cornered myself with the balls so all I can do is try to get the white in an awkward position for Sledge’s turn.
“I remember that place. The Butcher runs it all now, doesn’t he?”
Standing upright, satisfied with my near-miss on the table, I switch places with Sledge.
“Yeah, but he spends about a third of his time in the U.S. these days. His wife is the sister of the New York mafia kingpin.” I chance a look at Grinder, almost regretting it instantly because I can’t seem to control whatever is going on in my underwear.
Top and bottom; nipples, clit…it’s all on fire right now as I try to have a sensible conversation with my brother.
“Small fuckin’ world. We worked with him, Marco Mancini, and his Reapers about a year or so ago.” Sledge takes his shot at his first ball, and I’m unsurprised that it goes straight in.
“Yes! The Reapers! Their tech dude, Glitch, I think it was, he’s the one who found you for me.
The Butcher put me in touch when I asked for his help and voilà, I’m now a full-on American citizen and here you are.
” It feels appropriate to do jazz hands as I sing out, “Tadaa.” Of course, I didn’t account for the pool cue still in my hand and it promptly lands with a thud against Grinder’s knee before clattering to the floor.
“I like a little pain, but it’s usually paired with pleasure.
” Grinder bites his bottom lip as his eyes trail the length of my body, and is it hot in here?
“Ow!” The moment is broken with a cue hitting Grinder’s back with enough force to make him flinch, but the mischievous grin that accompanied the lip biting remains in place.
“My sister is not your new fuck toy.” Moving back to the pool table, Sledge takes his next shot and Grinder pouts.
“Oh, come on, VP, I promise I’ll play with her real nice.” As he speaks, Grinder keeps his eyes on mine, locking me in place.
From what I have seen and heard so far, he is the fuck and chuck dude, but I’m not deterred. I’m fully prepared for the chucking.
After the fucking, of course.
“For fuck sake.” Sledge misses his next shot and glares at Grinder. “I’m blaming you for that shit.” He points to the table, which is currently missing the white ball, before standing between us, his back to Grinder. “Where are you staying?”
I wince and grimace, ducking to the floor to grab my cue.
“Erm…” Standing, I turn and get ready for my next shot.
And in it goes. “I had planned to rent a room somewhere, find a job, and eventually upgrade to an apartment or house.” Sighing, I pot another ball.
“But medical treatment is expensive here.” Another ball.
“What did you need medical treatment for?” Sledge is the one to ask, but Grinder’s posture stiffens slightly as they wait for my answer.
I should have continued to concentrate on the pool table because their concerned looks are giving me warm fuzzies.
“You’re both kinda cute when you’re all worried.” Grinning, I spin on the spot and go for another ball.
“Not worried. Just need to know whose teeth I’ll be adding to my collection.” I’m not sure whether to be intrigued or disturbed by the fact that Grinder has a tooth collection. The one he took from Gas Station Dude was clearly one of many.
“You’re avoiding the question, little sis.”
“You know, you have accepted that I’m your sister pretty easily. Don’t you want any kind of proof?” I make quick work of potting the rest of my balls, triumphantly standing beside my pool cue and waiting for Sledge to realize he just lost.
Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, Sledge ignores my victory.
“I er…I kinda knew you were coming. I just didn’t know when.
” I can feel my eyes widening. Did Mum find a way to tell him?
She knew where he was and all I got was his fucking name?
“Like I said, we worked with The Reapers. J gave me a heads up and had Glitch send over your picture about four months ago. I thought you would be here a lot sooner, to be honest.”
“Dude, you’ve known about your sister for four months and you didn’t tell us? Where’s the picture?” Smoke wafts from behind Sledge as Grinder tokes on his joint.
“I’ll be dead before you get your hands on that picture.” Sledge has his finger in Grinder’s face and it’s highly comical.
“Why? Is she naked in it? Did Glitch send you sister porn? And you thought I was fucked up.” Laughing, Grinder exhales more smoke from between his pretty pink lips, dodging Sledge’s palm to the back of his head.
While I silently watch them bicker, I smile.
This is exactly what I’ve been missing. It’s clear that they have a lot of love and respect for each other, but that realization fucks with my plan to be fucked and chucked by Grinder.
I should’ve just done it in the alley. Climbed Grinder like a tree and sat on his face until he suffocated.
The double doors at the end of the room open and I glance over to see if I can remember the name of whoever it is.
I don’t…but I do know this man. The salt and pepper coloring to his beard, which is a little longer than I remember, the sheer height of him, the presence he demands just upon entering the room.
If I hadn’t already met Hoops, I’d have pinned this guy as the club president.
The thing is, the first time I saw him wasn’t here, in this clubhouse.
It was four months ago.
The night I was stabbed.