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“Listen up! All hangarounds need to leave the compound immediately. We’re on lockdown until further notice. Y’all know what that means. Every brother and sweetbutt with a room upstairs stays. The rest of the members should find a place to rest their heads somewhere on this property, at least for the first three nights. We’ll set up beds in the gym for any close family members you’d like to bring.”
Wolf ignored the groans and moans from the dozen men and women who were summoned to leave the bar.
“This sucks,” someone said in the back of the bar.
“I know. It’s goin’ to suck for a few days. I’m sure Molly would love to help you out in that department: at least then it will suck while you’ve got a smile on your face.”
Wolf knew how to work a crowd—especially this bunch of raunchy fuckers.
Hell, he was the biggest slut of them all and that was saying a lot with some of these men and women. Wolf didn’t give a shit.
If he had to fuck his way through thousands of bitches in order to get his mind off a certain Greek goddess, he would do so.
He couldn’t believe he’d slipped up earlier tonight. Amara’s rosy cheeks only made matters worse when he’d shared his thoughts about yanking her oversized sweatshirt over her head and sucking her hard nipples between his lips.
Wolf knew he’d fucked up when those mesmerizing green eyes widened but also reflected something else: excitement.
Amara Doukas; Club Princess and Zeus’ younger sister got excited at the idea of him twirling his tongue around her areolas. He’d fantasized millions of times about her long, raven hair falling down as a curtain around his head while she would ride him.
Amara flitting around the clubhouse in times of lockdown didn’t really cramp his style. If anything, she got him in a perpetual state of arousal and there were always a sweetbutt or two willing to help a brother out.
He needed to get a few household announcements off his chest before he could grab Allison by the hair and fuck her sideways. The light blonde sweetbutt resembled Amara in no shape or form and that suited him best.
“Now that they’ve left the clubhouse, I can share the reason for this lockdown. No need to tell any of you fuckers that this is all club business.”
He let his words sink in for a moment before he continued. “The Strong Riders took Whirlwind from Prez’s backyard after the party tonight.”
When thirteen-year-old Catriona Walker first stepped foot on the IVMC compound eight years ago, their former Prez, Annas, baptized her as Whirlwind. Not only was Cat one of his club brother’s younger sisters, the little brat earned the road name Whirlwind with flying colors over the past years.
Cat was crazy as fuck, but maybe that’s why his best friend Demon was so obsessed with the now twenty-one-year-old.
Zeus had overthrown his father just a few months ago and a lot has happened since. Annas had kidnapped his son’s Old Lady before another girl he’d snatched killed him.
The Strong Riders seeking retribution for Annas’s death was a no brainer. Wolf felt all eyes on him in this important moment of club history. His brothers needed reassurance that the newly instated club officers could handle this upcoming war.
“I’ve just heard from Zeus who is on his way. Demon is bringing Cat home. She’s been through hell, but she’s goin’ to make it,” Wolf said.
Another round of shouts and curses prevented him from continuing, but now, the cries were of relief and of war as the brothers were already amped up to skin every single Strong Rider they could get their hands on.
“Zeus will be here with Brass Balls any minute. She’ll tell the girls what they can do to help us out. So girls, wait a few minutes before going upstairs, okay?”
Wolf had every bit of faith in Gwenn making the girls toe the line and make this lockdown run as smooth as possible.
“I know of a few ways they can help me out!” fifty-something-year old Vic shouted before he danced his ugly-ass pointy tongue through the V-shape his two fingers made against his lips.
Turtle threw a lighter at his son’s head, glaring at Vic for interrupting Wolf. Unlike his father, nobody liked Vic. The whispers in the club were that Vic had not even been Turtle's, but that the old timer felt sorry for the unclaimed boy, as his mother was a club whore who’d died of an overdose.
Wolf ignored the ass and said, “I need three brothers to help Zion haul the camp beds out of the warehouse so we can set them up in the gym.”
Before designating anyone for the task, Ace, Arrow and Ranger already stuck up their hand.
“Thanks, brothers.”
Wolf glanced around the cramped bar. “Are the prospects already in the kitchen?”
Turtle shouted, “I’ve sent Green into the kitchen with a few sweetbutts to take inventory. Squirrel and Evan are still handlin’ business.”
That reminded him of how Dragon, Angel, Squirrel and Evan were barbecuing a couple of stiffs in that cabin in the woods where the Strong Riders held Cat.
