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“Tell me what you fucking said to her. You had no problem saying it. So now say it to me and Trey, motherfucker.”
Stark raised his hand. “Rogue, I don’t—”
Rogue ignored Stark with his eyes pinned on Sean, and he shot out his hand. “I have killed men for less, so I suggest you fucking speak up now, asshole.”
Trey scowled, watching Sean look back at Stark. He was waiting on a lifeline.
“Stark, you better get your boy in line, or you’re walking out one man down,” Rogue said.
“Rogue, he didn’t mean anything by it.” Stark was trying to play peacemaker.
Trey cleared his throat, gaining their attention. “A member of your crew openly disrespected and offended Dahlia.”
“Well, we know her past from East, and she…”
“She doesn’t work with East anymore. She works here. And in addition to being one our employees, Dahlia is also—” Trey narrowed his gaze. “—my woman.”
Stark visibly paled, recognizing the severity of the situation.
“That’s right, motherfucker. That asshole walked into our fucking club and called Trey’s woman a whore.” Rogue laughed and angled his head, grinning back at Stark. “But he didn’t mean anything by it? No disrespect, right? Okay, fair fucking game, Stark. Enough about Trey’s woman. Let’s talk about yours.”
Stark straightened in his seat. “Rogue…”
“Thinking she’s about your age, right? Maybe fifties, pushing sixty. Let me ask you, bitches that old still handle a throat full of cum? She still take it up the ass, or is fucking strictly missionary from here on out?”
It was a vulgar, crass, and disrespectful statement. And it served its purpose. Stark’s nostrils flared, and his face turned a bright shade of red.
“This is getting out of hand.” Gerard, Stark’s second-in-command, looked between him and Rogue.
“Is it?” Rogue asked, glancing up at Trey with a smile. “What do you think, Trey? Have I gone too far?”
“No.” Trey steeled his features.
“Trey,” Gerard said, pleading with his hands spread.
Trey had always been the voice of reason. The peacemaker and able to control Rogue. Not now. Trey would allow Rogue to unleash on these men and enjoy every minute of it.
Stark jumped up from the table, and immediately security surrounded him. “You’re fucking comparing my wife to a club whore who fucked half the MC?”
Trey smirked, narrowing his gaze. “There’s no comparison.”
Stark and his crew may have looked at Dahlia as though she was beneath them. Trey didn’t. She was everything to him. And I’m about to prove it!
Rogue laughed and nodded. “No, there ain’t. No footage of Trey getting sucked off by a whore or two or three. But we got that shit on you. That would make a hell of a fucking Christmas card.” Rogue paused. “We might even be able to Photoshop your wife in it. We can call it Merry Sucking Christmas!”
While Rogue could have gone on taunting them for hours, Trey was done.
“This shipment will be your last,” Trey said.
Gerard stood, eyeing Stark, who adamantly shook his head.
“You can’t do that.”
“He just fucking did.” Rogue smirked. “We own two-thirds of it. That gives us the upper hand.”
Stark was bewildered and looked to Trey. “He’ll apologize to her.”
Trey scoffed. It was too late for that. In fact, the minute he spoke to Dahlia, it had been over for Stark’s crew.
