“Raven is not part of this.”
“But you can’t deny you have feelings for her.”
“I will pick a woman to be my wife when I am ready. Not before. As for those men, those capos you’re so determined to trust, I have it on good authority that they are hoping to overthrow me.”
Sebastian had his allies and contacts, but Carlos never relied on anyone. He had his own men working for him. Soldiers who trusted him, and whom he trusted.
There was talk of a power struggle. He wouldn’t go into full details with Sebastian, as the truth was, he didn’t entirely trust the underboss. Everyone within the mafia had their place, but every person would love a chance at being the Boss. Why didn’t Sebastian take the opportunity?
He had the connections.
From what Carlos knew, Ugly Beast had told the other man to take it. Why didn’t he?
Sebastian sighed and got to his feet. “I have warned you that sitting in the big chair makes you paranoid. No one is attempting to overthrow you. You saw them all tonight. All they wanted was to win you over. That is all.”
And the man before him was truly blind.
“I will not pick a wife, not until I am satisfied with their loyalty to me,” Carlos said. “That is all I will say about this decision.” With that, he got to his feet and held his hand out to Sebastian.
They shook hands. Both a strong, firm grip.
Could Sebastian be working against him? Was this his way of taking power and finally earning his spot as the Boss?
Carlos wasn’t entirely sure, but he was going to find out.
Chapter Two
Raven hated porn duty.
The club had many different avenues of business, and The Shack, their porn site, was the worst. She would much rather be sitting at Tits, their strip club. At least then she wouldn’t have to be grossed out by seeing the women in many different poses, taking dicks in every single hole that was available.
She wasn’t against sex at all. Or people watching it for their enjoyment, but she hated being the guard on this one.
Arms folded across her chest, she had to walk up and down the main center of the building. It was a large warehouse that had been transformed into different sets. There were currently six sets at work. Each one different.
None of the club brothers ever got in front of the camera. The men were vetted and paid off. Each day, all of their stars got tested. This was what Smokey demanded, seeing as the women who worked here often stayed at the club.
Smokey didn’t want the drama of an STI or an STD spreading through the club.
The last scene was one that sickened her the most. She couldn’t even bring herself to look. Tiffany, one of the women who constantly talked about loving dick, was dressed in a schoolgirl’s outfit. The skirt didn’t even hide her … pussy.
Raven had no choice but to check on the scene, and sure enough, Tiffany was sucking a much older man’s dick.
She had no idea where Smokey found these men. If he put out an advertisement or what, but they came. She didn’t imagine it was hard to find men available to fuck willing pussy.
“You look … grossed out,” Big Dick said.
“What are you doing here?” Raven asked.
“Smokey said I needed to come down here.” Big Dick shrugged. “And here I am.”
Raven nodded.
“So, you’re not into the whole porn thing?”
She and Big Dick were not close. Ever since Harlow had started to work for Ava, he’d been keeping an eye on his little sister.
“Do you?”
“Hell, yeah, I love seeing a woman take a big dick.” He winked. “Get it?”
Raven sighed. He also rarely took anything seriously.
The guys had named him Big Dick because he did in fact have a big dick.
“I don’t mind the porn stuff,” Raven said. “It’s just all a little fake.”
“Fake?”
She grabbed his jacket, and they moved toward the first set. There had been a couple of new women hanging out at the club in the past few months. Raven had noticed that many of the club pussy who had been there to hurt Ava had … gone. They no longer worked for the Hell’s Bastards MC. Were no longer free pussy. Didn’t shake their tits, or offer up their pussy at the strip club or The Shack. They were just gone.
No way to trace them either. They were not dead. Smokey had said they had moved on.
It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out what happened.
Smokey was cleaning shop. The club pussy were long gone. Raven was on … porn site detail. Her days at the club were numbered.
She got that.
It fucking hurt, but she accepted it.
All it took was one vote. Smokey could call them all to the club and vote on keeping Raven in or removing her.