Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Hey, boys. You guys are looking a little lonely tonight,” Connie says, coming over to our table.
“Christ,” I hear Crusher mutter under his breath. “Connie, unless you want Dani’s boot up that ass you like to twist around here, I think it’s best you be moving on,” he grumbles. I almost smile, because I definitely could see Dani doing exactly that and more.
“You don’t have to play, Crusher. You can just watch me and Diesel,” she purrs. She moves in closer to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. “What do you say Diesel? You want to put on a show for your brother?”
I look up at Connie about to tell her to fuck off, and in that language. She knows better than to try this shit. She’s been a club Twinkie for ten years. She knows I want nothing to do with her. Before I can get the words out however, Rory makes an appearance.
Shit.
“Am I interrupting something?” Rory asks, the annoyance in her voice is clear as crystal.
“Not at all. Just spending a little time with my men.”
“Your men?” Rory asks.
“Of course. You’re new here, but I’m willing to teach you how things are,” Connie says.
“This ought to be good,” Crusher mutters, enjoying this way too much. It would serve the fucker right if Dani showed up.
“You need to go to Diesel’s room,” Rory tells Crusher.
“What in the fuck, Gorgeous?” I growl.
“Dani’s there. She’s sleeping now, but she needs you,” Rory tells Crusher.
“Fuck,” he growls, getting up.
Rory watches him leave, her face thoughtful. She doesn’t bother looking at me.
“You going to tell me what in the fuck this is about, Rory?” I growl.
She blinks like she just realizes I’m there and seriously what is that shit about? She still doesn’t talk to me, instead she looks at Connie.
“What exactly did you want to explain to me?” she asks.
“Rory—” I growl.
“I’ll deal with you in a minute,” she says, dismissing me. I’d argue with her, or hell carry her out of here and fuck her until she remembers my damn name—again, but I don’t get the chance. Instead, Connie speaks up. She sits her bony ass on my lap and I’d push her off at this point, but now I want to see exactly where Rory goes with this.
“We all have our roles here in the club, honey. Mine is to make sure the men—all the men—are happy. They come get a piece of the wild, so they don’t get bored fucking normal… like you.”
“I see. And I’m… normal.”
“I’m afraid so, but if you want I’ll let you watch and take notes while I give Diesel here a ride.”
“That’s real nice of you,” Rory responds.
“I thought so,” Connie answers.
“You forgot one thing.”
“What’s that?”
Rory leans down and wraps her hands in Connie’s hair, pulling her off my lap. Connie stumbles trying to get her hair free of Rory’s hands, but Rory uses her legs to trip Connie, and that along with the hold on her propels Connie onto the floor.
“If Diesel so much as sniffs at your skanky, nasty ass, I wouldn’t touch his cock again,” she growls.
“You bitch! I’m going to—”
“You’re going to do shit. You disrespected my old lady in her club. You put your bony ass in my lap, when you know I’ve told you for years I want nothing of what you have to offer. You’re done, Connie.”
“You can’t kick me out. This is my home.”
“I’m President, I can do whatever the hell I want to do when it comes to this club. But, I’m not kicking you out.”
“You’re not?” Connie asks, sounding hopeful.
“You’re not?” Rory asks.
“No. I’m leaving your fate up to my old lady.”
“I didn’t know you had claimed her,” Connie mutters.
“I didn’t either,” Rory responds and finally she’s looking at me.
“You apparently forgot what went down the other night. I should probably take you to the doctor for that problem, since you can’t seem to remember my fucking name,” I growl at Rory.
She smiles at that. She fucking smiles, like she thinks it’s a game.
“Enough of this shit. You can decide what happens with this bitch tomorrow,” I growl, standing up, picking Rory up in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she asks, still laughing as she loops her arms around my neck and holds on.
“Taking you back to our room and fucking you until the only word you can piece together is my fucking name.”
Her laughter echoes around me as I march her out of the room—well her laughter and those of my men and the other women sitting at the tables around us.
Fuck.
44
Diesel
“Did you hurt yourself carrying me?” Rory asks, her hand moving back on my bare thigh.
I have her head lying on my shoulder, one of her legs is looped around mine and I’m feeling pretty fucking great since I just came hard and I have Rory in my arms. I take a breath, stretching the kink out of my back.