Page 22 of Always Was Mine


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“Dude, that would be awesome. We only have one bar in town, and that one doesn’t serve food. If you had food, then you’d be the best in town.”

“I was thinking that, too. Only thing is, I only have enough cash to buy the place, would take years to save up again to fix it up, let alone getting all the kitchen and bar supplies.”

“Fuck that, let us pitch in, you’ve been part of this club for years, we take care of each other.”

I shake my head. “Thanks man, but I wanted this to be mine, ya know.”

“And it would be, we would just help you with start-up, can’t have our brother struggling with finances. We’ll talk with the rest of the club later, we got you man.”

**

“What’s this meeting about?” Angel asks Zippo. After our chat in the games room, he went in search of Angel to set up a meeting. An hour later, all our members arrived.

“Trevor wants to open a bar but doesn’t have the funds.” Zippo explains the whole concept I want to him and Angel just looks at me.

“Done. We can finally get rid of that dirty money from when this club was the Satan’s,” Angel says.

“What money?” a few members ask.

“Was cleaning out my office a few years back, found a safe under the floor, opened it up and saw it was filled with cash. Took me too fuckin’ long to count it all but there was just over a million. Never touched it because I know how that money was earned. But didn’t want to just burn it either.” Back in the days of the Satan’s Law MC, they were known for guns and drugs, whores, and even gun for hire gigs. That money is as dirty as it gets.

“I have money I haven’t touched since then too, Trevor can have it,” Reaper says. “Every time I killed and took my cut from your old man, I just stuck it into my safe at my house.”

Angel looks at me. “This cool with you? Would you accept our help on this?”

“I ain’t gonna turn it down, no matter how much I want to. Thanks,” I say, looking around at the members.

We spend the next hour working out design plans, Ann says she called the real estate company that’s selling the bar and offered them a full cash payment if we can take possession tomorrow, so we can get this moving faster. A few of the other members, who work in construction, say they’ll help out with building materials and shit like that.

This is coming together. Holy fuck. I got my girl, and I’m finally opening my own bar. Can’t get fuckin’ better than this.

Chapter 12

Hangman

Three months later

“Yes, Hangman, yes!” Penny moans as her ass rides my dick in reverse cowgirl position.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl as she rides me harder and faster, giving her hips a swivel as she comes down each time. Next time I take Penny, I’ll have to get another bitch in here to eat her pussy as I pound her ass. Nothing fuckin’ hotter than a bitch that can really squirt as she comes, and Penny is a squirter.

Two knocks sound at my door, causing me to pick Penny up, dick still in her ass. I shove her face first into the wall and keep pounding at her as I open the door and Rage comes in.

“Oh god, yes. So fucking good!” Penny cries out as I keep pounding her.

Rage smirks and gives his head a shake. “Talk,” I growl at him.

“Got a call from our Alberta charter, and they think they saw her.” Fuck.

“Give me a few minutes,” I tell him and thrust harder into Penny until I find my release. Pulling out of her I whip off the condom and toss it in the trash. “Get cleaned up, I got shit to do.”

“Thanks again, Hangman.” Penny shoots me a wink as she walks towards my bathroom to clean herself up.

Quickly putting my clothes on, I go out to find Rage. Spotting him and Dirty talking in the hallway, I demand, “Tell me everything.”

“Not much really to go on, the guy thinks it’s her, but isn’t sure. How likely would it be that Vicky cut and dyed her hair?” Dirty asks me.

“Since she’s hiding from me, very fuckin’ likely.”

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