her but she shrugged away and whispered something to him before she bit her bottom lip and tried to hide the tears that escaped her cold dark eyes.
Linx nudged Ronan who stood with his girlfriend, Naomi. He whispered something to her and she laughed out loud.
“What’s between those two?” Linx grabbed the Bud Ice from Ronan’s outstretched hand before he swigged from it heartily.
Naomi’s brown eyes darted from Ronan to Linx and back again. “You gonna tell him or should I?”
“He’s a stranger, Naye, why should we tell him shit?”
“He’s family.”
“Yeah…a second cousin is hardly family in my eyes.” Ronan glared at Linx with those unnerving violet-blue eyes while he touched the soft brown skin exposed between his girlfriend’s black and gray camouflage tank top and a pair of black jeans she wore like they were tailor made for her body.
“Well?” Linx swigged from his beer again, the deliciously cold liquid flowing down his throat.
“Fuck it. She’s our fuckin’ half-sister. Dizzy’s daughter by some club skank who was kicked out a long time ago. She never left because her mother was a junkie whore so she kinda became a fixture but no one acknowledged her as our sister. Not until the WKs got hold of her and raped her pussy, ass and mouth so bad, she had to be put in the hospital. It was Kaz’s first kill.”
Ronan stepped to Linx until they were mere inches apart. “You repeat any of what I just told you, especially to that mouthy little old lady of yours and I will fuck you up all over this fuckin’ compound. Lock down or no lock down. It’s club business and she does favors for our dad but she isn’t family. Trey…Kaz…Loire…they all belong to Dad when he couldn’t keep it in his pants and the only one he really cares about, loves more than he does even us is Trey. That fuckin’ asshole joined a rival club and he paid Jonesy five million and told him he was his son.
“Jonesy damn near shit himself. He thought maybe Trey was giving Dizzy info on the club but Trey would have never done that because he’s fuckin’ loyal to a fault and he’s not some shithead snitch rat motherfucker. He didn’t tell us shit and Jonesy handed him over only after Pops swore on Jesus, Mary and Joseph Trey had never betrayed the Demon’s Bastards.”
“What are you trying to tell me?” Linx finished his beer and set the bottle down on the ground.
“Nothing…loyalty pays…s’all I’m sayin’.”
Naomi rolled her eyes. “Come on, Linx. Ronan says you can shoot.”
“Yep. Am I going up against you?”
“Something wrong with me? I was in the military and I’m a pretty good shot…”
“What branch?”
“Air Force. I was stationed at Nellis when I met this shithead over there. Yeah, we actually met in Vegas. I was off duty and I remembered him from high school. We got to chattin’ and promised to stay in touch. ‘Course we didn’t. My plane was shot down in Afghanistan and I fucked up my hip. I’m okay now except for a bit of pain but I wasn’t any good to the military after that. They wanted me to stay on as intelligence and I basically told them to go fuck themselves. I took my honorable discharge and came back up here to Birch Tree.”
Ronan grabbed her from behind and pushed his hard-on into her back. Linx looked away and wished Trista was out here but she refused to leave the clubhouse.
“What are you doing tellin’ this fuckin’ jerk our life story? What difference does it make how we got together?”
“I just didn’t think you were the type,” Linx murmured in a purposely double-entendre manner.
“The type ? What do you mean by that?” His face turned crimson that flushed all the way down to his neck. “You mean to date a black woman? Or a woman with bigger balls than you ? Spit it out you stringy, rock star motherfucker .”
“Definitely the latter, not the
Linx nudged Ronan who stood with his girlfriend, Naomi. He whispered something to her and she laughed out loud.
“What’s between those two?” Linx grabbed the Bud Ice from Ronan’s outstretched hand before he swigged from it heartily.
Naomi’s brown eyes darted from Ronan to Linx and back again. “You gonna tell him or should I?”
“He’s a stranger, Naye, why should we tell him shit?”
“He’s family.”
“Yeah…a second cousin is hardly family in my eyes.” Ronan glared at Linx with those unnerving violet-blue eyes while he touched the soft brown skin exposed between his girlfriend’s black and gray camouflage tank top and a pair of black jeans she wore like they were tailor made for her body.
“Well?” Linx swigged from his beer again, the deliciously cold liquid flowing down his throat.
“Fuck it. She’s our fuckin’ half-sister. Dizzy’s daughter by some club skank who was kicked out a long time ago. She never left because her mother was a junkie whore so she kinda became a fixture but no one acknowledged her as our sister. Not until the WKs got hold of her and raped her pussy, ass and mouth so bad, she had to be put in the hospital. It was Kaz’s first kill.”
Ronan stepped to Linx until they were mere inches apart. “You repeat any of what I just told you, especially to that mouthy little old lady of yours and I will fuck you up all over this fuckin’ compound. Lock down or no lock down. It’s club business and she does favors for our dad but she isn’t family. Trey…Kaz…Loire…they all belong to Dad when he couldn’t keep it in his pants and the only one he really cares about, loves more than he does even us is Trey. That fuckin’ asshole joined a rival club and he paid Jonesy five million and told him he was his son.
“Jonesy damn near shit himself. He thought maybe Trey was giving Dizzy info on the club but Trey would have never done that because he’s fuckin’ loyal to a fault and he’s not some shithead snitch rat motherfucker. He didn’t tell us shit and Jonesy handed him over only after Pops swore on Jesus, Mary and Joseph Trey had never betrayed the Demon’s Bastards.”
“What are you trying to tell me?” Linx finished his beer and set the bottle down on the ground.
“Nothing…loyalty pays…s’all I’m sayin’.”
Naomi rolled her eyes. “Come on, Linx. Ronan says you can shoot.”
“Yep. Am I going up against you?”
“Something wrong with me? I was in the military and I’m a pretty good shot…”
“What branch?”
“Air Force. I was stationed at Nellis when I met this shithead over there. Yeah, we actually met in Vegas. I was off duty and I remembered him from high school. We got to chattin’ and promised to stay in touch. ‘Course we didn’t. My plane was shot down in Afghanistan and I fucked up my hip. I’m okay now except for a bit of pain but I wasn’t any good to the military after that. They wanted me to stay on as intelligence and I basically told them to go fuck themselves. I took my honorable discharge and came back up here to Birch Tree.”
Ronan grabbed her from behind and pushed his hard-on into her back. Linx looked away and wished Trista was out here but she refused to leave the clubhouse.
“What are you doing tellin’ this fuckin’ jerk our life story? What difference does it make how we got together?”
“I just didn’t think you were the type,” Linx murmured in a purposely double-entendre manner.
“The type ? What do you mean by that?” His face turned crimson that flushed all the way down to his neck. “You mean to date a black woman? Or a woman with bigger balls than you ? Spit it out you stringy, rock star motherfucker .”
“Definitely the latter, not the
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