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“Still sleeping in your room? Why?”
Relaxing, I sighed. “Thank fuck.”
Priest chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you scared of a girl, brother?”
“Shut up, man.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Priest sat down on the sofa I kept in my office and said, “Alright, the Priest is in. Let’s hear it.”
Priest, also known as Shaw Dalton, was one of my closest friends and a former military brother. Like Scribe, Priest and I met down range and formed a tight friendship that was still kickin’ strong today. An honest to God priest before he joined the service. Priest never returned to his prior profession after his last deployment went horribly wrong. He never talked about what happened, but we all knew it rode him hard. Still, after everything he survived, he found his way to the Sons of Hell and never left.
When I didn’t say anything, he asked again. “Why are you hiding from Bailey?”
“I’m not hiding from her. I’m just taking a break.”
“Why?” he asked, before he started shaking his head as a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. I flipped him the one finger bird as he laughed loudly. “Good for you, man. Knew she was a keeper. So, what’s the problem?”
Rubbing my hands down my face, I moaned. “She’s so damn young.”
“Yeah, that’s a good thing. She’ll keep you on your toes.”
“She’s like the fucking energizer bunny on steroids.”
“And?”
Fuck. He was going to make me fucking say it.
The bastard.
“She wore out my dick! Okay?”
Priest sat stunned, blinking a few times before he busted out in glee, laughing at the hilarity of my statement. Had to admit, it was funny. Any other brother and I would be right next to Priest, laughing my ass off, but this was me. I wasn’t some two-stroke chump. Never a one and done. Fuck, I had a reputation to uphold. I was King, the president of the Sons of Hell.
Throwing his head back, Priest laughed loudly at my expense. Motherfucker was enjoying this shit way too damn much for my liking.
“It’s not funny, you fucker. I thought she broke my dick!”
“Oh God,” he gasped, holding his stomach. “That shit is fucking priceless. Big, bad King got taken down by a five-foot nothing, one-hundred-pound little girl.”
“Get out!” I shouted, pointing at the door.
I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn’t need this shit. It was bad enough I was cowering like a pussy-bitch, praying my woman slept long enough to allow my dick to recuperate, but I refused to sit in my damn office and have a brother get off on my misery.
Fuck that shit.
Someone knocked on my door, then opened it.
“What’s going on in here?” my brother Pyro asked, stepping in with Scribe and Frank behind him. “What’s so funny?”
I narrowed my eyes at Priest, daring him to open his fucking mouth.
“Nothing,” I piped up, “What do you three want?”
“Gunner is on his way home. The money is legit.”
“Good.”
“Also,” Frank added, “Got a lead on Czar. When Tweeddle-dee and Tweeddle-dumb didn’t call in, that got him worried. The fucker called. Gotta tell ya King. Something was familiar about the fuck. I knew his voice. Heard it before but can’t place it and you know I don’t forget shit.”
