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Chapter One
A Favor for a Friend
Beast
Hard rock pumps through the speaker system, shaking the windows in their panes. There are a thousand forms of debauchery and illegal activities taking place around me and I couldn’t feel more at home. This is who we are. We are well known all over this county and a couple of others, for our parties. And we don’t need a special occasion to throw one. Tonight, I have no idea what we are celebrating but I do know that I’m glad we are.
My phone continues to ring even though I’m trying my best to ignore it. I have a brand-new piece of club ass down on her knees between my spread thighs, deep-throating my cock like her life depends on it. Her hair is tangled in my fist as I force her to take me deeper into her throat, reveling in the feel of it, and grinning like a loon once her gag reflex kicks in. I’m just starting to get into the sloppy blowjob when I give in and answer the call.
“What?” I bark down the line, unimpressed with having to answer any call at the moment.
“I need a personal favor,” the voice of Severu Cammareri carries down the line.
I push the dark-headed woman sucking my dick away, zip up, and move to a quieter area of the clubhouse. The party is in full swing, and I need to be away from it all, somewhere quieter. Severu calling might be my chance to use my early affiliation with the mafioso, to do something big for the Gypsy Bastards. It isn’t every day that the underboss of one of the most powerful mafia families in the US calls, asking for a favor.
“If I knew making friends with you all those years ago would be such a pain in the ass, I never would have done it,” I say casually.
I don’t want him to know that this is something I have been waiting for. Severu needs to think I’m doing him a favor, that he needs me more than I need him.
“I’ll owe you one,” he replies immediately. There’s a note of desperation in his voice, and I know this is my one chance.
“My president, Pope, wants a meet with your brother, Alceu. The Gypsy Bastards should be responsible for your shipments through our territory, no one else.”
I don’t beat around the bush. I knew what I wanted in return for this favor, I’ve always known. He wouldn’t be calling me if this was something he could handle in-house. We may have known each other since we were ten-year-old punks playing in the street, but that doesn’t mean shit anymore.
“Done,” he replies instantly.
I know that doesn’t mean shit. I got the meeting for the club. What happens after that is out of my hands. This is the most I can do.
“What do you need?” I ask, taking a swig of my already warm beer. Thankfully it’s only my second of the night because I have a feeling I may need to be sober to do this favor.
“I need you to get rid of a body for me,” he says.
I can hear from the tone of his voice that he isn’t too happy to be placing this information in my hands, and I wouldn’t be either if I were in his position. This is good news for me, though, it’s always good to have more knowledge. I could use it against him in the future, even though I probably won’t. We’ve beenfriendsfor a long time, and I won’t throw that away, but you never know when you may need a favor, or to blackmail someone.
“Don’t you have people for that?” I ask trying to rile him up for fun. Severu has always been calm and collected, and I would love nothing more than to ruffle his custom suit.
“This isn’t a family matter. It’s personal.”
“Text me the address.”
I don’t wait for him to say anything else before I hang up. A moment later my phone pings with a text and I head back to the party to see which of my brothers is sober enough to help me. After all, this is for the betterment of the club, not just one of my long-lost friends.
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“Where are we going?” Bishop asks for the third time. “And why the hell are we in a cage?”
I don’t know why he has such a hangup with my truck, but I guess it had a lot to do with the way he was raised. His father was a member of a rival MC, training him to take his place one day down the line. But the way his father did things never sat well with Bishop. Long story short, he defected from his father’s MC and joined the Gypsy Bastards.
“Like I said the other times you asked, we’re doing a favor for a friend that will pay dividends for the club. That’s all you need to know.”
“You’re being very secretive,” he grumbles. “Who is this friend? What is this favor?”
“I’m not telling you shit.” I laugh. “And you’re here because you are technically still a prospect. It’s your job to help senior members when they tell you to. No questions asked.”
Bishop grumbles something unintelligible beside me while the GPS voice tells me that we have reached our destination and I pull the van over to the side. I know this building. The Cammareri family runs their brothel from this three-story brownstone. What the hell has Severu gotten himself, and me, into this time?
Getting out of the car I walk a couple of steps into a dark alley before I see a tiny woman smoking a cigarette. Dark hair and long legs with a tiny waist approach us on a set of blood-red sky-high stilettos.
