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“Rustle up some women for yourselves, would ya? The guys need a release and there’s not enough left to go around.”
“Sure, Prez.”
A woman came up from behind and leaned her slight frame against my side, smelling of cheap tequila and cheaper perfume.
My stomach turned. Trying not to be rude, I shook her off as gently as possible. “Go find somebody to hang with tonight, sweetheart. I’m not going to be good company.”
A hurt expression crossed her face but she skittered away to the next man she saw.
Fierce. The poor man was soft on the club candy. Why I didn’t have a clue. The man didn’t look a day over twenty-five, but I guess men that age had less of a qualm about where he put his dick. When I was around that age, maybe a few years younger, I had even less time for women than now. My father left me to pick up the slack around the house when he left my mom for a prostitute he thought was sent to him by God to save his soul.
I guess God didn’t get the memo.
Dear old Dad was found dead two weeks later of a drug overdose.
I wish I could make that shit up, but there you have it.
Whatever.
I looked on as Fierce slid a hand beneath her skirt and sank flexed his fingers into the plump flesh of her ass.
Yeah, there comes a time in a man’s life where easy women didn’t do shit for a man. I stood at the cusp of considering celibacy rather than bed another woman every member of the club already sampled.
“Why’d you shake off DeeDee?” Bishop leaned casually against the wall sipping on a chilled beer.
I slid him a narrowed look. “Not my type, I guess. Fuck if I know.”
“Isn’t pussy just that? Pussy? What’s the problem? None of these girls seem to be your type anymore. You becoming a monk or some shit?”
I grunted. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just haven’t seen one worth having and don’t let the club candy hear you talking smack about them beingjustpussy. They might cut your dick off in your sleep.”
Bishop shrugged but a look in his eyes said he headed the warning. “Lots are good with their mouths though.”
“Not into them either.”
Bishop raised a brow. “You seem more uptight for a while now. Maybe you should reconsider the no pussy policy you seem to have taken up.”
If I heard pussy one more time so help me…
I took a deep breath. “Maybe. Maybe not.” In the past, grabbing some club candy was the best way to work out some tension. Let the stress of the feds constantly on our backs or the Dark Wraths fucking with me or the club.
Those days didn’t call to me as much. Maybe the club life was the problem.
“You need to keep your cool, Steel, more than any of us. Grab a beer, tequila. Fuck someone. And tomorrow you’ll know how to get out of it with the feds.”
I reached for one of the beers set on the bar by a candy. She eyed me and gave a coy smile, but I wasn’t biting that hook. “Not tonight, Bishop.”
“You’d better hope that patch finds some fresh candy for you quick, man.” Bishop slapped him on the shoulder again and walked away to join the raging party going on in other parts of the club as members celebrated another night of life and freedom.
I stood back and looked on, contemplating Bishop’s words.
Chapter Two
Steel
Was this shit for real? I woke, showered, and dressed only to walk out into the front room and trip over a body of a woman sleeping on the floor. I couldn’t take a step because another woman lay next to her. I counted them—ten in all.
Fuck. I was damn impressed. The recruit had done well. Truth be told, I didn’t think the boy would find three chicks who wanted to come to the club, let alone ten.
