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“Physical or sexual?” Cary asked.
“Both. He’s a real fucking charmer. Came from a shitty home in a bad area. Got his childhood friends motivated with the idea of being some sort of kingpins. They’ve been running their neighborhood for a few years now through extortion and intimidation.”
“Why would they ambush us, though?” Fallon asked.
“My guess? Clout? Maybe they’re having some issues with people in their neighborhoods trying to stand up against them. They figured the best way to puff their chests was to show that they are big enough to take down a generations-old MC. And, likely on top of that, steal the guns they’d made a deal with you for. But, whatever the reason, this is them. This,” he said, turning the laptop back to him to enlarge one picture, “is one of the guys your crew took out. This is another crew member. Mike Dougan,” he said, as he turned the laptop back.
And there he was.
The bastard who had shot me.
The one who’d been the reason for me falling off the roof.
And fucking up my back.
Now, if we were going to follow the timeline of events, if it weren’t for Mike Dougan, I never would have had a reason to go see Billie, which meant we might never have gotten together.
That said, I had shooting pains up my back and down my leg that doctors couldn’t guarantee weren’t lifelong. It was pain that kept me from being able to fuck Billie like I’d been dreaming about for years.
He had to pay.
“I got a question,” Fallon said, taking the laptop to inspect the images better.
“Yeah, shoot,” Junior invited.
“You like the city?”
“It has its perks,” Junior agreed.
“Got another one. What kind of job do you do there?”
To that, Junior shrugged. “This kind of shit. Other type of computer shit.”
“Okay. Got a third. You ever think about moving back to Navesink Bank?”
“Always figured I would eventually.”
“Well, when that eventually happens, if you want a job… and a patch, you let me know.”
“Huh. I’ll think on it,” Junior said, closing the lid of his laptop and taking it back from Fallon. “Lot of new faces here.”
“Always want more. The OGs, they are stepping back lately. And, eventually, they will step down. We need new faces and fresh blood.”
“Fresh?” Junior asked, smirking over at Cary.
“Careful, kid. I could whoop your ass,” Cary said.
“Yeah, the old man has spent more time behind bars than you’ve spent living on your own,” Dezi defended Cary, whacking him on the back.
“Gee, thanks, Dez,” Cary said, tone wry.
“Got your back, old man,” Dezi said, getting a sigh out of Cary.
“You in a rush to head out?” Fallon asked, looking at Junior.
“Not really.”
“Let’s grab some coffee and talk about this ridiculous gang,” Fallon said, waving toward the kitchen.
“Is anyone in your family ugly?” Dezi asked, looking at Seth. “I mean, if all you handsome fucks keep joining up, what chance am I gonna have to catch all the hot hunnies in this town? I want—“ he was about to ramble on when the front door burst open.
And there she was.
The woman I was just starting to be able to call mine.
Holding a goddamn teacup with a penis-shaped handle.
“Look what I made!” she said, beaming.
“Christ,” Seth said, shaking his head and walking off to join Fallon and Junior in the kitchen.
“Crafts with your mom again, huh?” I asked, shaking my head.
“We made saucers in the shape of boobs.”
“Of course you did,” I agreed.
“They’re going in the kiln today. The teacups wouldn’t fit, so we have to do a second batch. So I wanted to bring it to show you. When it comes out of the kiln, you will really make out the pink color of the cock and the blueish green of the veins…”
“Gee, can’t wait,” I said, smiling down at her as she rolled her eyes at me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you a titty mug next week. Maybe even an anatomically correct one,” she said, gesturing toward her breasts.
“Ah, pretty girl, could I maybe get one of those?” Dezi asked.
“You know what, Dezi, when you have yourself a special lady, I would happily make you a mug of her titty.”
“Damn, there’s always a catch,” Dezi said, giving Billie a smirk.
“There wouldn’t be a catch if you spent more than a night with a woman.”
“Well, now that they’re loosening up the rules about dating princesses, maybe I can—“
“You touch one of the girls and we’ll be roasting you over a spit in the backyard,” Fallon called from the kitchen.
“What makes him so special?” Dezi asked, jerking his chin toward me.
“I’ve been asking myself the same thing,” I admitted, looking at Billie.
“Are you ready to head out?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I agreed, anticipation simmering in my system.
It had been two full days since the night we’d brought Billie back from her stalkers’ home. To be honest, the day after had been a pain-soaked blur. I’d barely been able to move around after Billie and I took a shower together and things got a little heated. I couldn’t find a single comfortable position.
