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But Gate just didn’t get it. At least the whores were honest about what they did, and Talon never had to wonder what the score was. No matter what they offered, Talon’s answer was always the same.
And once they’d figured out that score, he felt some ownership, and so did they.
Talon pulled his cut on over his black Henley and left his room, closing the door behind him.
The new compound was an old high school gym. Under Talon’s guidance, they’d converted classrooms into living quarters, kept the weight and locker rooms, added a kitchen, and had a bitchin’ great room with a bar and pool tables. It felt more like home than any house he’d ever lived in.
He walked down the hallway, the noises of compound living assaulting him. Lucky talking on the phone, probably to some cute co-ed. Cash fucking a nameless club whore, Stash and Rooster playing X-Box, and when he passed the weight room, Ryder at the squat rack and
Deuce at the bench.
When Talon hit the great room, the noise level rose dramatically, the classic Hank blaring from the blue tooth speakers suspended from the ceiling, a sure sign that Tex was playing DJ.
“Turn that shit down. My ears are bleeding,” Talon bitched as Tex broke a game of eight ball he was playing against Smoke.
Hatchet and Smoke watched from a couple of stools in front of the bar while Tank drew from a keg behind it.
Tex’s latest piece of ass draped herself over the opposite end of the table, giving Talon a clear shot of her thong under her short skirt, along with a greedy glance in his direction.
The skank wouldn’t be around long enough for Tex to care that she was showing off the goods in hopes of moving up the food chain. Tex was a hell of a soldier, but most of the club whores would cut each other’s throats at a shot at warming the VP’s bed.
Tex sank the blue striped two and raised his eyes to Talon. “When you’re the DJ, we’ll listen to that metal shit you like. Until that day, it’s Hank and Waylon.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Talon smirked, ignoring the show Blondie was throwing his way.
“Yo, Talon!” Linda called out from behind the bar.
“What’s up?” Talon asked, heading her way.
Years ago, Linda had been hot in a 50’s pin up kind of way, but now every mile of her life showed on her face.
Since Talon had taken his turn with her over the years, he’d probably helped put some of those miles there. Didn’t make him feel great, but Linda knew how the life worked.
She’d almost caught an old man once, but he’d died before he could make an honest woman of her. She could have gone her own way, but she’d stayed around the club. Now she was more kitchen help than anything else.
Linda offered a bottle and a hopeful smile.
“Can’t,” Talon said,
“You collecting tonight?” she asked, returning the bottle to the cooler.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Got plans after?” Linda whispered.
Yeah, with my bed and my right hand, he thought, but he didn’t tell her that. “Yeah, got something after,” he halfway lied.
“Oh. Well, be careful,” she said.
“Sure thing, darlin’,” Talon said as he made for the door.
Chapter Two
Later, Princess
Jenna
Sweat dripped from my nose as I finished my last set of burpees. Crossfit started out as a way to meet hot men, but it quickly became a passion, and now I could hold my own against women half my age. I’d never compete in the finals on ESPN, but my four workouts a week kept me in bacon and tight jeans, so I considered it all good.
