my lips in a simple peck that I don’t really reciprocate.
A gasp comes from the end of the hall and Casey’s eyes are penetrating me. If they were daggers, I’d be fucking dead in a puddle of my own blood. Her eyes shatter before me, the light drifting to dark and as much as it kills me those fucking words travel back in my head and I seize the moment.
“Sorry babe. I need more than one pussy. Variety always works best for me.” I shrug my shoulder as if it’s no big deal, but inside I’m crumbling to the ground. She doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks away. It takes everything in my power to not run to her and tell her that it was a fucking lie, but I can’t because this is the only way.
It’s been weeks since I had her last and I can’t fucking stand to be in another pussy. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t happen. I always end up having the bitch suck me off and it’s just for the physical release.
I haven’t talked to Princess about this shit. I don’t even know what to say. I just stay the fuck away from her. If she tries to talk to me, I brush her off or leave. Even with the big blow out, when we fought in the ring, I didn’t talk. The only reason I even fought her was because she challenged me. I couldn’t back down from that shit and I knew she could take it. Each blow I landed didn’t make me feel any better at all and the only thing the fight accomplished was getting bloody and bruised. It did help give me some release though, even if I still missed my Angel.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, Buzz is at the main gates to move the steel fence letting us in. We are not on lockdown, but Diamond insists we keep the place pretty secure which means a Prospect at the main gates at all times, determining who can come in and who can fuck off. Personally, I think it’s a good move.
I know Dagger and Rhys will want to sit and hash out what just went down before bringing it to the table. After parking and entering the club, we side up around one of the tables, chin lifting everyone we see, but keeping to ourselves for a moment. Breaker brings us three bottles of beer, a bottle of Jim and glasses. He knows us well.
“So, what the fuck?” Dagger starts and I have the same thing on my mind.
“Shit. I don’t know. It’d be a shit ton of money, but fuck… That’s some serious shit. We’d be fucked if we got caught. There’d be no way to get out of that shit.” Rhys voices before downing a shot of Jim. He is totally right. I nod.
“Something doesn’t feel right guys. I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.” My gut is screaming at me. I’ve always trusted it. As good as the money is, it’ll be hard to turn down, but money is not everything. Freedom is.
“Agree. We’ll take it to the table.” Rhys says slamming his hand to the table.
“Agreed. So, boys… I’m thinking I need to get laid.” Dagger looks over at the couch where the two club momma’s are laying staring at the television in front of them. “My dick’s hard thinking about all that money.”
“I hear ya,” Said Rhys. “I’ve fucked those two one too many times. We need fresh meat in this fucking place.” He growls. I lift my chin in agreement, even if I’m not actually fucking them.
Dagger walks over to the couch holding out both his hands to the girls who take them readily, walking off to the back. Dagger has an ol’ lady, Flash, but what happens in the club stays in the club.
“What’s goin’ on brother?” Rhys asks me taking another shot of Jim. Rhys is not a small talk, conversational type dude so when he asked you answer.
“Shit on my mind. I’ll be good.” He swirls the drink he just poured eyeing it.
“You’ve been having a lot of that lately.” His tone comes across accusingly.
Anger rose. “What the fuck does that mean?” I glare at him.
His poignant stare keeping my anger pushed deep down if only for a moment. “Look. If you need me, I’m here.”
“Thanks man. But I’m
A gasp comes from the end of the hall and Casey’s eyes are penetrating me. If they were daggers, I’d be fucking dead in a puddle of my own blood. Her eyes shatter before me, the light drifting to dark and as much as it kills me those fucking words travel back in my head and I seize the moment.
“Sorry babe. I need more than one pussy. Variety always works best for me.” I shrug my shoulder as if it’s no big deal, but inside I’m crumbling to the ground. She doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks away. It takes everything in my power to not run to her and tell her that it was a fucking lie, but I can’t because this is the only way.
It’s been weeks since I had her last and I can’t fucking stand to be in another pussy. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t happen. I always end up having the bitch suck me off and it’s just for the physical release.
I haven’t talked to Princess about this shit. I don’t even know what to say. I just stay the fuck away from her. If she tries to talk to me, I brush her off or leave. Even with the big blow out, when we fought in the ring, I didn’t talk. The only reason I even fought her was because she challenged me. I couldn’t back down from that shit and I knew she could take it. Each blow I landed didn’t make me feel any better at all and the only thing the fight accomplished was getting bloody and bruised. It did help give me some release though, even if I still missed my Angel.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, Buzz is at the main gates to move the steel fence letting us in. We are not on lockdown, but Diamond insists we keep the place pretty secure which means a Prospect at the main gates at all times, determining who can come in and who can fuck off. Personally, I think it’s a good move.
I know Dagger and Rhys will want to sit and hash out what just went down before bringing it to the table. After parking and entering the club, we side up around one of the tables, chin lifting everyone we see, but keeping to ourselves for a moment. Breaker brings us three bottles of beer, a bottle of Jim and glasses. He knows us well.
“So, what the fuck?” Dagger starts and I have the same thing on my mind.
“Shit. I don’t know. It’d be a shit ton of money, but fuck… That’s some serious shit. We’d be fucked if we got caught. There’d be no way to get out of that shit.” Rhys voices before downing a shot of Jim. He is totally right. I nod.
“Something doesn’t feel right guys. I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.” My gut is screaming at me. I’ve always trusted it. As good as the money is, it’ll be hard to turn down, but money is not everything. Freedom is.
“Agree. We’ll take it to the table.” Rhys says slamming his hand to the table.
“Agreed. So, boys… I’m thinking I need to get laid.” Dagger looks over at the couch where the two club momma’s are laying staring at the television in front of them. “My dick’s hard thinking about all that money.”
“I hear ya,” Said Rhys. “I’ve fucked those two one too many times. We need fresh meat in this fucking place.” He growls. I lift my chin in agreement, even if I’m not actually fucking them.
Dagger walks over to the couch holding out both his hands to the girls who take them readily, walking off to the back. Dagger has an ol’ lady, Flash, but what happens in the club stays in the club.
“What’s goin’ on brother?” Rhys asks me taking another shot of Jim. Rhys is not a small talk, conversational type dude so when he asked you answer.
“Shit on my mind. I’ll be good.” He swirls the drink he just poured eyeing it.
“You’ve been having a lot of that lately.” His tone comes across accusingly.
Anger rose. “What the fuck does that mean?” I glare at him.
His poignant stare keeping my anger pushed deep down if only for a moment. “Look. If you need me, I’m here.”
“Thanks man. But I’m
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