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“The last topictoday is our latest protection detail, Isadora Walsh.” Reaper looked over his small reading glasses. It was only a matter of time before he’d hand the reins to someone else. According to Hawk, Prez didn’t ride his chopper as much these days either.
Doc leaned forward, watching his uncle. He was moving slower since his arrival. If a member couldn’t ride, he had to step down and retire. No one wanted to lose Reaper. He was the best president they’d had. But at the same time, each member was eager to know the successor for the Snowshoe chapter.
“Isa is Phantom’s daughter. She was sent to us while Belfast takes care of an issue with the Twelve Brothers MC.” A rumble of grunts echoed around the table. They all knew the bad blood there. It wasn’t merely territory the Twelve Brothers wanted. They desired Ireland to be held only by them.
Reaper’s gaze swung to him. “Doc is assigned to her, but I expect each one of you to watch out for her as well. Macha’s never lost anyone under our protection, and I’m not about to start now.” He shuffled to his feet and grabbed the small gavel. “May the goddess ride with you.”
With church officially adjourned, the members stood and started chatting. The unique ending unnerved Doc at first. Once he learned the complete history of the club patron—not the dumbed-down version his dad used to tell him—he’d wanted the badass goddess protecting him too, no matter how odd the closing prayer sounded.
“You helping at the bar later?” Brewer asked, clapping a hand on Doc’s shoulder.
“Nah, but I may stop by later with the princess.” He grinned. “I’m sure after meeting all you assholes, she’ll need a drink.”
Snoopy flipped him off, and a couple other patches laughed. They left the room as a group and headed to the main living area. Dinner was still a ways off, and with Queenie watching Isa, he figured he’d better take advantage of the free time.Not that I mind her all that much.
Cueball let out a loud catcall, and Doc looked up in time to see a group of nymphs headed their way with beer in hand. Their role was twofold tonight: serving drinks and serving their bodies to the Macha men. They were paid handsomely and treated equally well.
Since he arrived, only two nymphs had left and were replaced with new ones. According to Boulder, they left to pursue alternative careers with club backing. That among other reasons cemented Macha in Doc’s veins. They didn’t use and then discard anyone. They supported the people under their care until they left.
“Care for a cold one?” a busty blonde with short denim shorts and a low-cut paisley shirt asked, sitting on his knee. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her.
Doc took the offered beer just as Hawk grabbed a cue stick and headed to the nearby pool table.
“I had fun with you last night,” the nymph said, wrapping an arm around his neck.
He sipped the beer and kept his gaze on the felt tables. “Yeah.”
“Jules and I are ready for another round if you are.” She nodded to the other blonde nearby.
For a moment, he glanced between the two nymphs. Both were gorgeous. The problem was he could hardly recall them. “Maybe another time.” He took a long gulp and tried not to give the nymph a reason to stay. His body wasn’t reacting like usual. He doubted any amount of sucking his dick would get him there mentally.Not tonight, for some reason.
“Aw, come on, Doc. We had a good time.” She kissed his neck. “We can have even more. You know we’ll do anything for you… to you, if you want.”
He finished his beer and shook his head. “Not tonight, nymph.”
The blonde sat up and pouted. “But—”
He glared at her, and she immediately got to her feet. Once she stalked away in a huff of blonde hair and perfume, he let out a breath.
“Damn, Doc, you done pissed off that nymph.”
He eyed Hawk. “She’ll get over it.”
Cueball took a shot, and a striped ball sank into a pocket. “Since when do you turn down pussy?”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen you do that,” Brewer added, joining the group.
“Just not in the mood.” He shrugged and grabbed another beer from a passing nymph.
“The fuck you talking about?” Hawk scoffed. “You’re always in the mood for a quickie. Hell, last week you had a line of nymphs out your room, just fucking them and then sending them on their way. It was epic.”
Brewer nodded. “And the week before that, you sent a prospect out to Costco to get condoms because you already went through the megapack.”
Doc gripped the bottle tighter. They were right. Turning away nymphs was seldom for any of them, but especially him. He’d earned a reputation among the nymphs for being fast and rough but equally satisfying, and they kept coming back for more.
“Had her last night,” he improvised since he didn’t have a good excuse. “I like to keep them on rotation.”
