Page 5 of Sling’s Awakening

“We don’t.” Mountain snorts as he inclines his head toward me. “But he does.”

“Who the fuck is Blake?” I ask again, growing more and more annoyed by the second.

“Your neighbor who thinks your dick is little,” Mountain says with a smirk on his face.

It’s dead silent in the clubhouse before every single brother bursts out laughing.

“What the fuck?” Val asks as he tries to catch his breath. “Did she see you outside in the morning in your boxers when it’s still cold out? That would explain her thinking you’re all balls.”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t think you want me talking about what Star said about your dick.”

“She’s lying.” Val sobers as he glares but doesn’t continue.

I knew he wouldn’t want to go there.

No man wants to have whiskey dick, but it happens to the best of us.

“How do you know her name?” I ask Mountain.

I don’t even know her damn name and she’s my neighbor.

“I checked her mailbox while you were locking up your place,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Everything in it was addressed to a Blake Davis. I’m assuming that’s her.”

Damn.

Why didn’t I think of that?

I guess that’s why I made him my VP. He fills in the gaps and picks up my slack.

“That’d be my guess. I haven’t seen anyone else coming and going since she moved in.”

But I also haven’t seen her before, so what the hell do I know?

“So what are you going to do about it?” Mountain presses.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to figure it out.”

“Well, you two pussies have fun with that,” Scar cuts in as he levels his stare around the room to see if we’re still bullshitting him. “So, strip club tomorrow night for my birthday?”

I smirk at him. “Yes. Strip club tomorrow for your birthday. You fuckers better come strapped with cash.”

Chapter

Three

BLAKE

My eyes fly open as I hear the loud rumble of pipes.

I’m going to fucking kill him.

Throwing the covers off me, I slip on my slippers and run outside.

I’m not missing him this time and he’s not going to ignore me.

My hair is wild. My teeth aren’t brushed. I don’t have pants on, let alone a bra.

But do I give a fuck?