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I knock my knee into hers in support, since my hands are still incapacitated. “Babe, it’s early in the mornin’. We might be here a while, ‘til someone shows up to scold that stupid kid.” I get rules are rules and laws are laws, but we weren’t hurtin’ anybody and were keepin’ to ourselves. He ruined that. Didn’t even give me time to bust a nut in that sweet, sweet, wet cunt. The only hole I go bare in. Do you know what that does to a man? To his dick? Condoms fuckin’ work and all, but bareback is a whole different world of pleasure. Seein’ as though I’ve only ever done it with Loretta, I’m pissed. That slit looks mighty sexy with cum dripping from it.
“My son is gonna lose his mind.”
She’s not wrong. White Boy respects his mama. Would kill for her... die for her, as would I.
“So is my prez.” Let’s pray Big doesn’t try to send a message by doin’ something rash. Since he and his old lady have settled down, he’s been better, more even-keeled. Until this piece of shit sex trafficker came along and turned him into a scary goddamn beast by fuckin’ with our club. We aren’t in the best of ways right now. Spendin’ time in the slammer ain’t gonna go over too well.
Loretta sits up and looks at me, eyes wide. “Oh shit. Big. I didn’t even think about him.”
“Let this be a lesson to the new blood ‘round here. Better they learn it with us than pickin’ somebody else up. Can you imagine what’d happen if Bink got arrested?”
The flash of horror that crosses her face says it all. You arrest Bink, you die a slow and painful death. No questions asked.
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m a club whore and not someone’s old lady,” she remarks, which couldn’t be further from the truth. The cop saw her pussy. My slut’s pussy. Oh, you bet there will be hell to pay when she’s not around. Club biz doesn’t go down with bitches present. Never has, never will. Not if I can help it.
I lean over and peck my gal’s cheek to calm her britches. “It’s gonna—” The rest of my words fade away as a familiar, brass-balled voice causes chaos in the station.
“Who in here arrested Loretta and Blimp?!” Wanda growls, and everybody pauses. The ballbuster has that effect. She might be a woman, but she runs this place, and not a person here would question why. The feisty redhead’s presence says it all.
“Moranis did, ma’am,” a female employee explains. I can’t see much, not even Wanda. This bench doesn’t give us much of a view; apart from two windows, two doors, and a whole lotta dingy white walls.
“Release them now,” she orders.
I smirk and so does Loretta as we exchange a knowing look. Wanda is a far better outcome than Big. Her clout in this place has a helluva lot more staying power than his.
“But… Captain.” It’s Moranis A.K.A. Officer Shitstain.
Loretta’s nose wrinkles in distaste upon hearing his voice.
Wanda scoffs, having none of his back talk. “I don’t want to hear it. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in a month. When I get woken in the middle of the night with this shit, Moranis, I am not a happy woman. I’ve ordered you, and every single officer under my command to never arrest a Sacred Sinner without my permission. And when I say you don’t arrest a Sacred Sinner, you don’t arrest a Sacred Sinner. Are we clear?”
“But they were—” Oh, little boy wants to argue with the boss. This won’t go well for him. Even I don’t fuck with the authority in my club. You respect leadership. Damn kid needs to learn his place.
“Did I ask what they were doing? Does it look like I give a damn? ‘Cause I don’t. Release them at once, or you’re out on your ass.”
“Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain.” The idiot scurries into the room, headed straight for me, to unlock my cuffs. Wanda’s right on his tail, standing in the door frame; her face bright red, jaw set. She glances at Loretta, then me. That’s when she notices Officer Shitstain unlocking my wrists from behind my back. If I thought she was angry before, nothing covers the fury boiling in her veins now.
“What else did he do?” she grits, eyeing Loretta for an explanation.
My gal rubs both palms up and down the tops of her thighs. “Pulled his weapon.”
The hands trying to unfasten me shake like a leaf. The man knows he’s in deep with the stunt he pulled tonight. If we were causing mayhem in town, I’d understand the arrest. But we’re too old for all that.
“Was Blimp confrontational?” Wanda takes a step closer, wearing civilian clothes, her red hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She’s a looker: full hips, perky tits, lush ass, and a mouth made for clit sucking.
Loretta shakes her head. “No.”
“Then what?”
One wrist is set free. I pull it onto my lap.
“Blimp explained he should walk away. He didn’t listen and aimed his gun instead. Then cuffed him after.”
“Aimed his gun?” Wanda’s eyebrows hike into her hairline.
“Yes.”
The Captain peers over her shoulder at the man hovering outside the room. The tat on his arm is all I can see at this angle and all I need to know. “You heard her account. Write the report and check his body cam footage.”
