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“I just don’t get why you’d tie yourself to one woman when you can have a whole heap of them. Last night I had sweet little Laurie’s mouth wrapped around my cock, tonight I might decide to work a shift out of Paige.” His eyes move over to the bar where the pretty girl with a pink bob is serving Tac and Thorne.
“And that satisfies you? Treating women like playthings that you can throw away when you're done with them.”
“The women that hang around here use us just the same way, darlin’. They use us to get high, they ride our dicks to forget about their problems. Some stay a few weeks, others stick around for the long haul. It’s all a fair game, Rogue. Let's see how long you can ride it out.”
“She ain't a fucking whore.” I spin my neck round when I recognize Grimm’s voice behind me.
“Never said she was.” Squealer picks up his glass and winks at me before making his way over to the bar to join Tac and Thorne.
“We really ought to go,” Ella says, awkwardly tugging at Nyx’s shirt.
“All good?” Brax nods at Grimm, who's wearing the same baseball cap that he had on when he came to scrape Eddie up off my floor, it’s pulled backward and he’s still got the black bandana tied around his neck that I know he would have used covering the lower half of his face while he dealt with Brax’s problem.
“It’s taken care of.” He nods back at him, looking hot as hell.
“Didn’t take you long?” I point out, I know how thorough Grimm is with these things.
“It helps when Brax makes them dig their own graves.” He smirks across the table at Brax.
“Just because I know about this shit doesn’t mean I need to hear details.” Grace wrinkles up her nose like she’s offended, and Brax sniggers as he shares a dark look with Jessie.
“I thought things had calmed down around here,” I point out.
The club has been working hard to take down a local pedophile ring, I guess you could look at them as vigilantes rather than bad guys, but I thought all that shit was dealt with.
“Nah, this one was a private job for an old friend of mine.” Brax turns his attention back to Grimm. “I’ll make sure you get your cut.”
“I’m getting a drink then I’m taking you home.” Grimm's hand slides over my shoulder and he bends down to kiss my cheek before moving over to the bar.
“That’s gonna take some getting used to,” Jessie smiles at Maddy.
I can’t help being cautious about what Squealer said, and I watch how the sluts here look at Grimm. They all see the appeal in him, same as I do. And they get off on the darkness in his eyes that screams danger.
The nasty little bitch who fingered her pussy for him the other week blushes when he walks past her, and the bitch Squealer was eying earlier is leaning over the bar, her arms pushing her tiny tits together, desperate to get him to notice them.
She’s playing a dangerous game with those flirtatious eyes of hers, especially if she wants to keep them. I wonder how many of the girls here have pleasured themselves for him in the past.
It makes me crazy just thinking about it.
Rage builds up inside me when I imagine them flirting with him, and I don’t know how the other couples work things, but I want to make damn sure everyone here knows how it’s gonna work for me and Grimm.
Getting up from the table, I strut my way over to the bar, and placing both my index fingers between my lips, I whistle loudly over the music. Someone cuts it, and suddenly I have the attention of everyone in the room.
“Just a heads up for any bitch here that thinks it’s okay to look, touch or even think about Grimm. This will be the only warning you get…” Reaching out my hand, I grab Grimm's crotch, feeling it harden in my hands.
“This is mine, it's claimed, and I will fuck any bitch up that doesn’t heed my warning.”
Everyone in the room looks shocked, apart from Squealer who’s trying really hard not to laugh. One day he might understand. But for now, his low-life opinion doesn’t count.
When Grimm snatches my wrist and pulls me tight against his body, the tension in his grip has me worried I might have taken things too far. I didn’t intend to embarrass him, I just needed to set things straight.
“Outside, now.” He speaks harshly, downing the shot that’s been placed in front of him.
He’s mad. Crazy fucking mad.
“I’m not gonna apol—”
His hand slams over my mouth to silence me and I can taste the bleach from them on my lips.
