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“How long have you been standing there, dickhead?” I asked, as I tucked myself back into my pants before tightening my belt.
“Long enough.”
“You know I’m going to beat your ass, right?”
“Yep,” Scribe grinned. “Thought if I was going to get my ass beat, I might as well make it worth my while. You know she’s a keeper, right, Prez?”
“I claimed her.”
“That’s not what I meant, brother. She’s the forever kind.”
I knew what he was saying.
“I hear you.”
“Good. Now, if you will excuse me, I need a cold shower.”
Chapter Fifteen
Bailey
I spent the rest of the day trying to avoid King. This claiming business was really messing with my head. Though Jess explained it all to me, it wasn’t something I was sure about. I mean, I liked King, but did I like him enough to spend the rest of my life with him?
Okay, so the motherfucker had porn star, Ron Jeremy’s, dick and he fucking knew how to use it. That didn’t mean he had the right to claim me, did it?
Yes, sex was off the charts.
Not that I had anything to compare him to.
Maybe if I… nope, I got rid of that thought. I wasn’t a whore like the fucking bitches around here. Yeah, that was another thing. Those fucking cunts. Since being here, I hadn’t seen the one called Sandi, but the other three were everywhere I looked.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
Fucking annoying bitches.
Jess was the one that told me they lived here. That their job was to service the brothers. Why they would want to sink their dicks into their brother’s gene pool, I would never know. That shit was disgusting if anyone asked me, but they didn’t because it was club business.
That was another thing.
Club business.
What exactly did that shit mean? I was of the belief that if it had to deal with me, I had a right to know. Apparently, I was wrong. While King assured me that the club was doing everything they could to protect me from Czar, I’d yet to hear anything they found about the man. Was I still in danger or was this another delusion of King and his merry band of misfits?
Not that I asked but fuck it all to hell. If I was going to be trapped here and claimed by the biggest asshole of the bunch, I deserved to know what was going on, right?
“You mad at me?” Scribe asked, sitting next to me at the bar. Looking at my former best friend, I said nothing, giving him my back. I was in no mood to deal with him right now. He fucking lied to me, then to make matters worse, he drooled over me while I was naked.
Creepy pervert.
Motherfucker was lucky I didn’t tattoo a vagina on his forehead.
“Come on Bailey,” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Not talking to you, asshole.”
“Don’t be that way. Please. I wanted to tell you the truth, but King wouldn’t let me.”
“You were my friend. I trusted you. I let you see me naked!”
