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Everything inside me wants to bend her clumsy ass over my desk and fuck her hard. I want to see her tits pressed against the fake, plastic wood desk we’re provided with. I want to see her nipples strain against those cute little summer dresses she wears to class every day. I want to act on my urges like the other Kings, but I don’t have it in me.
The girl is eighteen, sure, but she’s still in high school. There certainly have to be some laws about that. Like, don’t date high school girls because that’s just asking for a lawsuit. If that isn’t bad enough, her father is the school’s Principal. He signs my paychecks. If this isn’t dipping my pen in the company ink, I don’t know what is. I’m just asking to get fired if I act on my urges.
“Damn. It’s packed tonight,” Razor swears as the Uber driver pulls up to the strip club.
The location and the chatter pull me out of my funk. I’m forced to get out of the car and act excited when a petite, pretty young thing greets us at the door in an alluring outfit and demands $20 from each of us. Havoc digs his wallet out and pays the cover fee with a hundred-dollar bill. “Can I get my change in 1s, sweetheart?” He flashes her a smile.
She quickly obliges, handing back twenty dollars in singles to appease the guest. “Enjoy yourselves.”
“We will,” Havoc says with a wink.
Saint smacks him on the shoulder. “Keep moving, buddy. She’s not interested in you.”
The host’s smile grows a couple of centimeters as we walk past her. In no time at all, she’s transitioned from us to the next group of people.
The weekends keep Mustangs packed with customers. There are groups of people huddled around the stage, so we’re forced to find a table a little ways away from the action. There’s a pole right in the center, and Razor is quick to announce he’s going to get some drinks and a stripper to dance while we enjoy them. Havoc follows him. “Can’t carry four drinks with two hands,” he says, but I think he just wants to help pick the girl.
“You good?” Saint asks when the two of them leave. “You’re a little morose tonight.”
Morose—a synonym for gloomy. I don’t feel gloomy; I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. “I’m just into my feelings about this girl.”
Saint nods his head sagely. “I figured as much. You gotta let her go. Her father can cause a lot of grief. People already think the Kings are a gang; we don’t need any more bad press.”
If this were a simple choice between right and wrong, I would know what the easy answer was. “What if I don’t generate any bad press?” Now I’m just talking crazy.
“You like this girl?” Saint asks.
To be honest, I don’t know her that well. We’ve had a few conversations here and there, but they were all strictly professional.
My nonresponse is all Saint needs to know. “If it’s about getting your rocks off with a pretty girl, pick another one,” he advises. “Get her to dress up like your little teacher’s aide and fuck her until your cock falls off. But don’t put the Kings at risk for a girl that you don’t even like.”
“Idolike her,” I reply quickly. “I just don’t know much about her.”
“What’s the difference?” Saint frowns.
The world.
Danielle is smart. Not just smart for her age, but genuinely intelligent. I’ve asked around, and all of her teachers adore her. She goes above and beyond, but not in an ass-kissing sort of way. Danielle Fulton endears herself to people, makes herself indispensable, and is a joy to be around. I don’t know her middle name or her favorite color or anything like that, but I know what I’ve heard. And I like all of it.
When I don’t respond, Saint sighs heavily and shakes his head. “You do whatever you gotta do, okay? But don’t involve the Kings. And for the love of God, don’t go to jail over this girl. I’ll never forgive you if I have to bail you out because you got in over your head with a teenager.”
That would never happen, I tell myself. Because I’m not going to do anything with Danielle. I don’t care how many signals she sends me or how often she bends over so I can get a full view of her ass. I’m looking out for my brothers and myself. I’m a good man. I am honorable.
But greater men than me have broken under the whims of a beautiful woman. So just in case, I should request a new teacher’s aide. Yeah, that’s exactly what I need.
6
DANIELLE
The first week of school could have gone better, but it also could have gone worse. I swear Mr. Pelham is ignoring me. Every damn day he skirts around me like I’m carrying the plague. He never makes eye contact with me. And I know it isn’t because he doesn’t like me because I catch him staring sometimes. Like when I’m bent over a desk helping a student. I don’t tell Holy that sometimes we’re just chatting about something that happened to a friend of ours; he doesn’t need to know everything. I just need his eyes on me, and that’s easy to accomplish when the back of my dress rides up my thighs.
But I have a new plan, courtesy of Rosemary. She’s the one that was helping out at her father’s bar this weekend. She’s the one that overheard a group of leather-clad motorcyclists talking about a certain someone’s TA. She’s the one that called me from the back of the kitchen to excitedly tell me that I’ve got Holy on the ropes.
There’s a special joy that a woman gets when she knows that a man is attracted to her. Maybe it’s only physical for Holy right now, but physical is the step in the door I need. Once he gets to know me, he’ll love me. I just know it.
“Good morning, Mr. Pelham.” I greet as I breeze through the door.
Holy frowns and brings his wrist up, checking his watch. “It’s noon,” he deadpans.
