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Chapter Twenty-one
Hangman
After calling Justineand letting her know I wouldn’t be around tonight, I sit back in my chair, my hand combing through my beard. Being with Justine is different than what I had with my ex-wife. Justine genuinely seems to like me, unlike Vicky who openly started hating me not long into our marriage. The last week I’ve spent with Justine has been enlightening. I’ve gotten to know her more, and learned about her writing. I even gave her the go ahead to use my club as inspiration as long as she twists it enough to know it’s fiction and not real life. I head back out to the main area in the clubhouse and find everyone partying it up. Fuck yeah, tonight is a good night for a party. Got a new woman, my kids, my club, life can’t get better than this shit.
Women walk around like always, eyeing up the men they want for the night, and I spot a redhead that’s dying for my cock down her throat. My cock pulses in my jeans as I go to her, fuck yeah, perfect for tonight.
“Hangman,” purrs Shannan, coming up next to me. I shrug her off and continue walking towards the redhead.
“On your knees.” I tell her when I get to her side. She looks me over and grins sinking instantly to her knees and undoes my jeans.
She gives the head of my cock a small lick before covering her mouth over it, taking it all in. I look up and see Shannan glaring at the girl on the floor and stomps off when she catches me watching her. Good, maybe she’s finally learned her place, she’s nothing special.
Focusing back on the bitch giving my cock some love, I relish in the feeling. This is something that Justine has yet to do and makes me wonder how good she’ll be at doing it, especially with the tongue ring.
It doesn’t take me long to come down the bitch’s throat, holding her head down on my cock as she takes it all down her throat. Lifting her head she catches her breath, licking her lips at the bit of cum that leaked out.
“Good girl,” I mumble and turn around, tucking myself back into my pants and order a drink from the bar.
“You need anything else, Hangman?” she purrs, still on her knees.
I look her over, finding her lacking in areas I didn’t notice before, she’s no Justine. “No, I’m good.” I dismiss her.
She walks off, sauntering over to Gunner and he takes her up on what she’s offering and instantly bends her over.
Turning back around, I notice Rage is sitting at the end of the bar, downing his drink. He’s been a mess lately, more than usual. Jennifer, the big-titted bitch isn’t giving him the time of day and it’s weighing on him. Most bitches don’t turn him down for fear of his wrath, but that bitch doesn’t give a shit. Which means she’s good for him.
Not paying him any mind, I grab a bottle of Jack and head back to my room, needing some time alone. Maybe I am getting too old for this partying and fucking around shit. I changed a lot when I found my daughter Melissa, it wasn’t the easiest start of a relationship since I never knew about her. Over twenty years she went without a father, and lived with a horrible excuse for a mother, a mother that I put down the minute she came into contact. The bitch dared to abuse my child and my child’s older sister. Anyone that lays a hand on a child should be put into the ground.
The lifestyle I grew so comfortable in has now become almost stale. Sure, I love to drink, smoke pot, and get my rocks off, but not every night like I used to. When Melissa first came to live with me, I tried to be a better person. And I did, but I wasn’t living for me anymore, I was living for my kids. Melissa and Emily. I have the chance to do better with Emily since she is still a child, but Melissa is different since she is in her twenties.
I made it up to Melissa as best I could, and part of me knows that she’s living a better life now than she used to and that’s because of me. Although, the rest of it is because of her ties to the Angels Warriors MC. The pussy club. A club that is all about rescuing the weak.
I don’t hate them as much as I used to, not since finding out my dead brother was actually alive and a part of their club, or the fact that they saved Melissa from a shitty life and raised her.
Pulling out my phone, I turn it on and see that I have a message from Melissa asking if we can have a family dinner next week. After typing back yes, I go to my album and find a photo I took of Justine the night she was asleep in my bed.
Fuck me, she’s something. Could I be the man for her? Could I change? I don’t know the answer to those questions yet but deep down, I know I can’t—and won’t—give her up. Something about her calls to me. And I’d be a fucking fool to let her go. Ever.
As I’m deep in my inner thoughts, like a little bitch, someone knocks on my door. “What?” I bark out.
The door opens and Shannan puts her head inside, this bitch. “Um, would you like some company?”
Glaring at her, I grab a beer bottle from the floor and throw it at the wall by her head and she flinches. “These rooms are for the men, not bitches. Bitches only come this way if they’re cleaning, during the fucking day, or if a brother picks them for a quick fuck. You don’t come down this way for any other goddamned reason,” I snarl at her.
