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“Nope.” Dirty states, looking up at me through the mirror.
“You read minds now or something asshole?”
He smirks. “Can you please not fight right now, please, this hurts like a bitch.” Melissa growls out, holding onto her stomach. Shit, I’ve always wanted kids but seeing her birthing and in pain, is making me rethink that option. Maybe I can just adopt.
We make it to the hospital in record time, Dirty speeding the entire way of course, and Slammer opens the door the second we pull up to the ER doors. “Got it from here, I’ll call with updates.” He slams it shut and there goes my getaway plan.
“Fuck.” I mutter.
I hear Dirty chuckle but decide to ignore him on the way back home.
Chapter 5
Dirty
She’s pissed, but ohwell, we need to have a chat about this fucker she’s dating. Or should say, not dating any fuckin’ more. But first, I’m making her mine and that’s all there is to it. We’ve played this fuckin’ game way too long, this denying what’s between us game, and it’s ending and it’s ending now.
“Where the hell are we going, Dirty?” I don’t bother replying because she knows exactly where we’re going. The clubhouse, where I’m claiming her as mine. Got enough brothers’ there that will vouch for us to Hangman, but not any of the ones that watch, those are all with Hangman on his run.
I sent a quick text to Manic to get the table ready and the tattoo needle. He already knows the design I picked out for her, so he’ll have the colours and shit already to go when we get there.
“If you’re doing what I think you’re’ doing, you’ll regret it. I swear I’ll never forgive you.” She snaps at me. I’m not surprised she knows what’s coming next, considering she’s friends with Ink’s Old Lady, and that bitch doesn’t keep her mouth shut about anything.
“Baby, the second my cock in is your cunt, you’ll forgive me. You’re mine, that’s all there is to it.” I turn the radio up, to drown out her ranting because it’s not changing. Our club has its ways, and this is one of them.
Want to own a bitch and make her your old lady? Fuck them on the clubs claiming table in front of the brothers then tattoo my name on the back of her neck. I already had it designed in a butterfly with my name being all dainty and shit as the body of it. A lot of the club whores have tried to get fucked on that table, but it just doesn’t happen, those sluts can’t force a brother to make them an old lady. They are there for one reason and one reason only, to keep us pleasured in all ways.
Will I give them up for Anara? I don’t know, I want to make her happy, and knowing about her ex cheating on her is what made her leave. That doesn’t sit right with me.
Honking the horn at the gates, the prospects open them, and I drive through, parking in my usual spot. “Let’s go.”
“You do this, Dirty, I’ll never forgive you.” I’m sure she’s heard the stories, the stories of our claiming table. I don’t bother listening to her because she will. She will forgive me as soon as my cock slides home inside her. Finally.
I tug her arm so she follows me, and she does, grudgingly. “Brothers!” I shout, the minute they see Anara they start telling the women to get out. A few do, and others glare at the two of us. The four bitches I usually go to, jealous cunts obviously. “Get the table ready!”
Catcalls and whistles sound out as I watch the prospects rush to the table, making sure it’s clean and ready. I look to Anara and her tanned face is pale. “Babe, look at me.” The minute her eyes meet mine I feel guilty, but only slightly. I need this more than I need anything right now. Her to be mine, and only mine.
