only seems to make her angrier. She drops her face to my shoulder and bites down hard. There is a loud crash and I look up to the door. Lynn lets go of my neck and slides down my body, probably to hide behind me, since my brother and my VP, along with Depay, are standing in the doorway. All of them wearing a surprised look on their faces.
“Sorry Prez. With all the noise, we thought you were in trouble. We didn’t know you guys were fucking.”
Lynn wraps her hands across my abs. Her head peeks around me as she says in a singsong voice.
“You’re in trouble now… And one of you needs to fix my fucking door.”
That last part she almost growls out. Fuck me, did she just claim that door before she claimed me? I turn so her arms are still around me. My hands go to each side of her face as I guide her head next to mine, bringing my lips to her ear.
“You claim a fucking door, but not me?”
She chuckles and runs her fucking tongue down my earlobe.
“Well, you did ask me to behave, now didn’t you?”
I can’t help but growl out my next words.
“Couldn’t you have fucking behaved sooner so we could have avoided this fucking mess?”
“Uh, huh. But where’s the fun in that, my love?”
I don’t fucking trust her. The way she’s behaving right now is creeping me the fuck out. Change of plans. I release her head and look back at my VP. “Get some one here to fix the fucking door.” My head turns to Lynn; she’s watching me intently with a fake smile on her face. “And for you, get your fucking shoes on. You’re coming with me.”
Her eyes widen and her smile turns into glare. Score one for me.
******
Sitting in my chair at the head of the table, my eyes go to the windows. Bullet and soundproof glass separates me from my woman. She’s sitting at the bar with a prospect behind it and another one two seats away.
I see her head turn as three women walk in the main club house. One of them is Puk’s ol’lady, Mila. The other two, Gretta and Alex, are cunts who come often. And I mean that literally. Both are a quick lay. If a brother wants to hit that pussy, they spread their legs. Gretta is a sweet woman. She likes the lifestyle as well as any and every dick she can get her hands on. She knows the rules and honors them. Alex, on the other hand, is a real cunt. She’s clingy and annoying. Yet the brothers like to keep her tight pussy around since she’s a real feisty one with your dick.
I wouldn’t know by experience myself since I’ve never dipped into that bucket of crazy. Her attitude is a real turnoff, but it doesn’t stop her from trying every damn time she sees me. Mila’s taken a seat next to Lynn and Alex claimed the other seat, leaving Gretta to stand in front of Lynn so my view of her is now blocked.
Broke’s voice pull my thoughts away from the window and into the room. “Can we get your attention at some point in this meeting, Prez?”
I turn my head to shut my brother up as I scrape my throat. “Since we’re all here, and some of you are anxious to get this over with, we might as well get started. First up, Lepack. What’s the latest?”
Broke throws a file on the table. “Another little boy went missing. The second one this month. This one’s around the same age as the other seven that went missing.”
Fuck! This is taking too long. We need to stop this fucker, as soon as fucking possible. Over the last few months seven little boys, all at the age of seven, have been abducted. One was found strangled to death. Whoever killed him left the boy on the ground like a piece of trash. No clothes, wrapped in a blanket, and all of his hair had been shaved off. The little guy showed all the signs of abuse. Fuck!
The boys in blue became aware that all the fucking arrows were pointing towards Lepack and they’ve done everything in their power to tie this case to these fuckers but they keep turning up empty. These fuckers are so slick, nothing seems to stick. This needs to
“Sorry Prez. With all the noise, we thought you were in trouble. We didn’t know you guys were fucking.”
Lynn wraps her hands across my abs. Her head peeks around me as she says in a singsong voice.
“You’re in trouble now… And one of you needs to fix my fucking door.”
That last part she almost growls out. Fuck me, did she just claim that door before she claimed me? I turn so her arms are still around me. My hands go to each side of her face as I guide her head next to mine, bringing my lips to her ear.
“You claim a fucking door, but not me?”
She chuckles and runs her fucking tongue down my earlobe.
“Well, you did ask me to behave, now didn’t you?”
I can’t help but growl out my next words.
“Couldn’t you have fucking behaved sooner so we could have avoided this fucking mess?”
“Uh, huh. But where’s the fun in that, my love?”
I don’t fucking trust her. The way she’s behaving right now is creeping me the fuck out. Change of plans. I release her head and look back at my VP. “Get some one here to fix the fucking door.” My head turns to Lynn; she’s watching me intently with a fake smile on her face. “And for you, get your fucking shoes on. You’re coming with me.”
Her eyes widen and her smile turns into glare. Score one for me.
******
Sitting in my chair at the head of the table, my eyes go to the windows. Bullet and soundproof glass separates me from my woman. She’s sitting at the bar with a prospect behind it and another one two seats away.
I see her head turn as three women walk in the main club house. One of them is Puk’s ol’lady, Mila. The other two, Gretta and Alex, are cunts who come often. And I mean that literally. Both are a quick lay. If a brother wants to hit that pussy, they spread their legs. Gretta is a sweet woman. She likes the lifestyle as well as any and every dick she can get her hands on. She knows the rules and honors them. Alex, on the other hand, is a real cunt. She’s clingy and annoying. Yet the brothers like to keep her tight pussy around since she’s a real feisty one with your dick.
I wouldn’t know by experience myself since I’ve never dipped into that bucket of crazy. Her attitude is a real turnoff, but it doesn’t stop her from trying every damn time she sees me. Mila’s taken a seat next to Lynn and Alex claimed the other seat, leaving Gretta to stand in front of Lynn so my view of her is now blocked.
Broke’s voice pull my thoughts away from the window and into the room. “Can we get your attention at some point in this meeting, Prez?”
I turn my head to shut my brother up as I scrape my throat. “Since we’re all here, and some of you are anxious to get this over with, we might as well get started. First up, Lepack. What’s the latest?”
Broke throws a file on the table. “Another little boy went missing. The second one this month. This one’s around the same age as the other seven that went missing.”
Fuck! This is taking too long. We need to stop this fucker, as soon as fucking possible. Over the last few months seven little boys, all at the age of seven, have been abducted. One was found strangled to death. Whoever killed him left the boy on the ground like a piece of trash. No clothes, wrapped in a blanket, and all of his hair had been shaved off. The little guy showed all the signs of abuse. Fuck!
The boys in blue became aware that all the fucking arrows were pointing towards Lepack and they’ve done everything in their power to tie this case to these fuckers but they keep turning up empty. These fuckers are so slick, nothing seems to stick. This needs to
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