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Hawk pulled up a chair and rested his feet on the coffee table between them. He didn’t speak, merely watched.
“Fuck off, Klink,” Doc said, tilting back the beer bottle.
“Aw, come on, Doc. Brewer said it was even better up close.” Klink wiggled his brows. “Care to share the lass?”
He lunged toward Klink and pinned him into the leather. His bottle crashed onto the floor, beer spilling on the hardwood. “If you even think about touching her, I’ll cut your dick off and shove it up your ass.”
Klink’s face turned beet red, and Doc slowly decreased the pressure on his neck. “All right, all right.”
Sitting back, Doc crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Hawk. “You got something smartass to say too?”
Hawk scratched his lightly bearded face. “Nah, just wondering when you got pussy whipped.”
“Who’s pussy whipped?” Cueball asked, entering the room.
“Doc.”
Cueball sat on the arm of the couch and laughed. “I would be too if that li’l beauty was under my protection 24-7.”
Doc ignored the insinuation. It was just like his brothers to talk shit. So long as he kept his cool, they’d eventually peter out the teasing.
“Who’re we talking about?” Rubble asked, coming into the room.
Getting up, Doc grabbed two handfuls of bottles and returned to the couch. He’d need more booze if he was to sustain these jabs.
“Doc and his Irish lover.” Cueball nudged his shoulder when he sat down on the couch again.
Rubble stroked his massive beard, eyes alight with mischief. “Ah, yeah. I heard some very sensual sounds coming from her room last night.” He grinned. “Or maybe she was going solo.”
“You should’ve heard her today,” Klink chimed in, neck still red from Doc’s earlier warning. Evidently he hadn’t pressed hard enough. “The high-pitched moans and mewling…. Damn, almost made me nut then and there.”
“Have you seen that ass?” Rubble nodded. “It’s scrumptious.”
“Since when do you have a vocabulary?” Cueball teased.
“Since forever.” He shoved Cueball. “Fuck you. I’m sophisticated.”
“Yeah, okay, Rubble.” Cueball rolled his eyes. “Now, Isa, on the other hand, that girl is sophisticated. Can’t you see her sipping tea with her pinky out?”
“I’d like to do something else with that little pinky,” Hawk suggested.
Doc bit the inside of his cheek as his brothers tossed around innuendos and suggestive remarks about his girl.
My girl.
He let that sink in and cracked open another beer. He’d known her less than a month, but in that short amount of time, Isa became his. Not just his job or responsibility, buthis.
Shovelhead stepped into the room, an odd expression on his weathered face. He’d never really cared for the old man, but as a VP, Shovelhead wasn’t always well liked. He nodded at the group, then walked through the room and into the kitchen.
Doc followed him with his eyes, an unsettling feeling filling his gut. Something was off about the man, but he couldn’t put his finger on what.
Before he had a chance to investigate, Hawk nudged his knee.
“Yo, you heard anything we’ve been saying?”
He glanced around the circle of his brothers. “Not really.”
“His thoughts are too filled with Isa to listen to us,” Brewer teased, coming into the room.
