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“I have a woman, don’t need two, get the fuck out.” I shrug on my cut over my tee shirt and open my door.
She doesn’t say a word as she throws the blanket off her, letting me see those perfect tits again and leaves. Just as I’m about to walk the other direction, she calls out. “Do you still want me to pierce my nipples today?” Since I do plan on fucking this bitch again—just not in my room—I shout out a yes and continue down the hall.
“You disappeared with the new girl last night, how was she?” Rage asks. Normally, he and I share a woman together but lately, his nose has been so far up Big Tit’s cunt I’m surprised to even see him here.
“She was good, I’ll be having her again. How’s it going with Big Tits?” I ask him, feeling like a fucking woman right now.
He growls and clenches his fists, “Her name’s Jennifer, use it, and she’s a pain in my fuckin’ ass.”
Laughing, I slap him on the shoulder. “The best ones always are.”
“Yeah.” He walks off, punching a prospect on his way down the hall. Shit, bitch must be really getting at him for him to lash out for no reason. We brought Big Tits—or as Rage pointed out, Jennifer—back with us when we helped with a problem down in the states with the Jack’s Devils. We placed her in charge of the bitches around here and she mostly sticks to our strip club downtown. She’s been a good asset to have around, but she’s not giving Rage the time of day. Or more to the point, nothing more than fucking.
I wanted to try the bitch out myself, so have many brothers, but Rage won’t let anyone touch her, saying she’s his and off limits. I hope the bitch straightens her shit out fast, otherwise Rage isn’t gonna hold back anymore with her.
I take off from the club on my bike and head home, I’m supposed to get my youngest, Emily, from the bus today, and it’s something I never miss. I missed out on years with Melissa and I’m not making the same mistake twice. Hell, I make sure Melissa comes over at least once a week so we can catch up on shit.
As I pull into my driveway, I turn my head down the street to see if I can catch Justine outside of her house. She slammed the door in my face yesterday and that shit pissed me off.
But it’s not Justine I see, it’s her man, the shit-stick, preppy piece of shit. I clench my hands into fists and watch him as he walks over.
“Hey there, name’s Tomas, just moved in.” He holds a hand out to me to shake. The guy is either a complete idiot or he’s got no fucking common sense when it comes to me. I shake his hand back and introduce myself.
“Name’s Hangman, but neighbors around here also know me as Carson,” I tell him, which I’m not even sure why, I could give two fucks about this loser.
“So, Justine told me that you kissed her.” Tomas smirks with his left eyebrow raised.
Being caught off guard, I cough. “Yeah, I did.”
Putting his hand on his hips, cocking his head to the side, he simply asks, “Why?”
“Why? Because she is fucking gorgeous and has the sexiest body I’ve seen. And I wanted a taste of it that’s why.” Not sugar-coating shit for this loser.
“What if I told you that I’d be okay with that?”
Narrowing my eyes,I wonder what this guy playing at. “What do you mean you’re okay with it. If she was mine, I wouldn’t be fuckin’ okay with it.”
He gives me a small smile, “We talked about having an open relationship, I told her she was free to start something with you if she chooses. I just wanted to let you know in case you were worried about stepping on my toes.”
This guy is completely fuckin’ stupid. “Well, that’s good to know.” I rub my beard, not letting him know this little conversation means shit to me. I would have gone after Justine no matter what.
I shake his hand and think about how I’m gonna convince Justine to go on a date with me. I don’t fuckin’ date, so I don’t know what the hell to do. I should call Melissa; she could give me some ideas. Or I could just be myself and take her to the clubhouse like I want.
Either way, that woman is going to be mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
