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Chapter Thirty-two
Hangman
“Hangman!” the bitchessqueal as I walk through the door, everyone cheers. I pull Justine through, wrapping my arm around her waist and the room goes quiet. Girls look pissed, some put out, and the rest look happy for me. The brothers go back to their own thing, and I pull Justine with me to the bar, placing her between my legs.
Giving her a gentle squeeze, I order her a drink and myself a beer. Don’t want to get rip-roaring drunk tonight, not with Justine here and unmarked by me. This is a chance for her to feel out the room, meet my brothers. See if she’s got the sense that something isn’t right; usually women have those feelings.
Someone in my club is disloyal, but I don’t know who. My money is on one of the prospects, but I could be wrong. Whenever we seem to have a leg up on the Jack’s Devils, they always seem to know about it and when it’s happening.
A naked Penny saunters up next to Gunner who is seated next to us, and she smiles at me. “Hey, Hangman, who’s the sexy woman practically in your lap? Doesn’t she know the rules?” I almost backhand her, but I pull back, not wanting Justine to see that side of me.
“My woman,” is all I say and take a tug of my beer. Penny’s face drops as Gunner shoves her away.
“You’re being a bitch, Penny, not a nice shade on you.” Justine tenses slightly at Gunner’s words and takes in the scene, almost as if she’s ready to throw down.
“Settle,” I tell Justine, giving her another firm squeeze.
“He puts his hands on her like that one more time, I don’t care that she was being a bitch, I’m taking him out.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
“Penny, run along before you make my woman defend you. Fuck knows why she’d want to.” Penny glares at me and then looks at Justine.
“If you get sick of him, call me up.” She gives Justine a wink and saunters off.
“Well, that was somewhat gross. I’m not into women.” Shame, what I wouldn’t give to watch Justine get eaten out by another woman while she chokes on my cock. I’ll save that dream for another night when she isn’t here.
“You inking her tonight?” Gunner asks with a grunt.
“Nah, brother, not yet. Just wanted her to get to know y’all first, have her around.” I shrug, moving Justine to sit at the seat next to me. Her feet must be killing her with how high her heels are. Though I appreciate the fuck outta them—making her a little taller; finally to my chin. Bitch is short as hell. Never knew they made them her size.
Gunner nods. “Makes sense. By the way, Rage said he’s passing on tonight, he’s trying to lock down Jennifer.”
Snorting, I shake my head. “Man needs to let that shit go; bitch will never go for him.” As much as I dislike Big Tits, or Jennifer, I don’t blame her for staying away from a man like Rage. Bitch had it rough, growing up with an abusive brother who pimped her out to get information on the Jack’s Devils in the states. She’s a rat, simple as that, it’s why I don’t like her. Don’t trust the bitch at all. But so far, she’s earning me more money than I’ve seen in years.
“You’re telling me, he says he’s wearing her down, though.”
Yeah, more like making her just give it up so they fuck, and he goes away. But knowing Rage, he has her again, he’s not letting her up. I fucked the hot bitch myself, tag teaming her with Rage on the ride home after collecting her.
In the past, we all shared women, claimed or not. But things are changing, and my first change is with Justine. I ain’t sharing her with no one. And Rage has said the same, Jennifer is off-limits. The club has been shocked by us saying that, but they get it. It made a few of the older members breathe a sigh of relief that they could do the same about their women.
It was a rule my father made when he was the president of this club, and one I should have changed a hell of a lot sooner. Hell, it’s why more women are now starting to come to the clubhouse and get inked up by brothers, finally being claimed as Old Ladies.
Next rule I plan to change is the clothing one. A few brothers might hate that one, but I want to start making this place more open to our families. Will always be a one-percenter club, but no reason why we can’t adopt some of the shit the Angels Warriors have in place. Like ‘once a month’ family shit or something.
Fuck, I’m done with this night, I look to Justine who’s in a conversation with Ink, showing off her tats. She runs a finger over the fine lines on her breasts. “I got this one to remind myself that blood isn’t always thicker than water,” she tells him and he barely glances at it before nodding and looking at me.
“It’s beautiful, you’ll have to let me design some shit for you.”
“I’d have to see more of your work first, more than just inking brands on bitches,” she sasses him and I laugh.
“Ink does all our work, but he also runs a parlour in town. He’s good. The best.” I wrap an arm around her chest, and she leans into me. “You ready to head back to my room?” I ask, biting her ear.
She moans, “Yes.”
Thank fuck, I need my cock buried deep inside of her, and if I’m lucky, she’ll let me have her ass tonight.
