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I fill the brothers in before we head on the road. I can feel their anger all the way to Illinois.
My dad pats my back, bringing me back to the club, "You've got to stop beating yourself up over this, son."
I shake my head, "What kind of president can I be when I don't trust half of my brothers now?"
Bullet smiles as Smokey grips my shoulder, "Still, a damn good one. You are more cautious. Axel and his brothers helped us clean house; now all we have to do is keep on top of it. The brothers love you as their Pres. Don't let them down now, Snake, because I do not want that title, especially now that I've been recruited as the new VP."
I shake my head, running my hand over my bold head before I nod, knowing they're right. Plus, having Smokey by my side, I know I'll be ok or will be.
Sighing, I take another drink as Bullet asks, "Did she forgive you yet?" to Smokey, who grunts, making me raise a brow at him. The fucker messed up. After discovering Hairy's betrayal, he decided to take it out on the woman he was seeing. His ex had said she'd seen Olivia making out with some guy outside her apartment that she shares with her Momma and her two-year-old little girl. I don't know exactly how it came about. Still, Smokey realized his error after humiliating her in front of the club and her daughter and is now trying to win her back.
Smokey shakes his head, running a hand through his black hair that's longer on top than the sides. "She won't give me the time of day. Honestly, I don't know what to do to get her to even talk to me; I know I fucked up; believe me, I do, but not even little April will speak to me, and that two-year-old used to fucking cling to me," he shakes his head, anguish shining through his blue eyes. "I fucking miss them."
My dad sighs before patting his back, mumbling, "Just keep persevering; she'll come around," as a flash of dark red catches my side-eye, making me sit up straight and look in that direction. It's been a long time since anyone caught my eye.
Maybe a quick fuck in the bathrooms will help me loosen up.
I searched for the flash of red I saw but had no luck, making me sigh before a blonde sitting at one of the black glittery tables caught my attention, making it obvious that she was eyeing me up. I give her a nod to the hallway, making her grin wide, and rush over there with no dignity. She's wearing a deep red dress that hugs her figure.
Hmmm, maybe she was the one who caught my attention.
I pat the men's backs, "I need to get out of my head for a little while."
They all grin and nod. It's been a few months since I've gotten laid, and my regulars are beginning to bore me. Amber still comes to the club, but I don't fuck her anymore, much to her dismay. That's more Breakers, my Srgt in Arm's job now; I think he's fucking her and Suzy, a striper at our club. He has a little boy. One of the clubwhores had poked holes in his condoms and managed to trap herself. Jingles had thrown a fit when he refused to make her his old lady; instead, he offered to be there for the child only. She'd signed all her rights away after she gave birth but stayed at the club, hoping he'd change his mind. Breaker didn't want to kill his son's mother, even if she was a money-grabbing patch chaser. He isn't in love with Amber or Suzy, and only fucks ass's now, but they're easy lays, though both of them believe they could win his patch.
I head into the hall and hold in my eye roll, seeing the blonde already leaning her tits against the wall, her dress up over her ass, and her legs spread apart, her underwear missing.
Where's the fucking chase? The dignity?
Sighing, I come up behind her and take out my cock that's hardened, seeing her submissive position and quickly sheathing myself. I check her pussy to find her drenched—good, I don't want any fucking foreplay. I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back. I'm not a nice and slow kind of guy. I like it rough, so I hope she knows what she's gotten herself into as I rasp against her ear.
"You ready, bitch?"
She whimpers but nods before I thrust forward hard, making her gasp and moan. She's not tight, but she'll fucking do, and hopefully I'll fuck my frustrations into her.
My only thoughts as I fuck her hard and fast, though, are that she's not the girl who caught my attention.
Fucks sake.
Chapter 2
Sarah – Aged 23
I smile as my sister tries to perfect the spin on my phone as I curl my dark red hair, getting myself ready for Helena's hen do. We go to college together, and if I'm honest, she's more Amy's friend than mine. She reminds me too much of Shelby, who I last heard was working at the strip club that Helena demanded we go to despite it not being men's night.
Honestly, she's being a bridezilla.
Last week, she'd told everyone they must buy whatever is on her registry, which is above $450. The week before, all her bridesmaids had to lose at least ten pounds before the wedding.
Ridiculous.
Anyway, back to my ex-friend. After my mother heard what she and Tate were doing behind my back, she called their parents. Momma didn't want to think about how her youngest would possibly die, so instead, she focused on my pain. I didn't love Tate; I know I didn't because otherwise, I would have given him my V way before the party, which I'm hoping to lose tonight because the boys at college are immature and see me as a prize; they've got a bet going on, which is pathetic and actually quite funny to watch them fall over themselves, but what Shelby and Tate did to me was out of order. The bitch spent the rest of school trying to make my life hell because she was turned into an outcast. I knew Shelby hated how people automatically gravitate toward me, but that's because I'm nice and accept everyone while she screws them over like she did with me; her betraying me like that was a bitch move. Anyway, Tate's parents had sent him to military school. Last I heard, he lived with his aunt down in Virginia and knocked up the preacher's daughter before being forced to wed her.
Stupid idiot: I dodged a bullet there; maybe I should thank Shelby?
I shake my head. Shelby's Momma searched her room after my mother's phone call and found film after film of her sex escapades, most of them in her parent's bed, as a screw you for not buying her a car or the latest phone model. They kicked her out as soon as she hit eighteen, only buying her the necessities for the three months she was still home. Since high school, I have seen her around town a few times, but I always ensure I ignore her.
Mary finished her routine, and I instantly started clapping. I've secretly been saving up for an elite school in New York specializing in dance for when she's sixteen. I've already applied for her and sent several videos of her routines. I hope she'll get accepted when she hits the age group; she's already been placed on the waiting list, so fingers crossed. Three-quarters of my wages go to my parents, much to their dismay, and the last quarter goes into my savings, which isn't much despite working two jobs.
