“She’s just a kid, Z, take it easy on her.”
Fury tightened like a fuckin’ collar round my throat as I turned my glare on him and watched him flinch, just slightly but it was enough fear to appease the beast in me. The beast that wanted to rip out his fuckin’ eyes for seein’ Lou anywhere near to fuckin’ naked.
“She look like a kid to you?”
Even in the dark, Nova paled and swallowed roughly.
“Fuckin’ out!” I roared.
Thank fuck my brothers knew me enough to know when I meant fuckin’ business. Within seconds, Curtains had the music and spotlights off and the club lights on, and the rest of my lingering brethren were makin’ quick for the door.
They didn’t dare look up at Lou as she slid from the pole and crossed her arms under those fan-fuckin’-tastic tits.
“Gonna have your hands full with this one,” Bat had muttered to me, clapping a hand to my shoulder as he moved past me. “Good fuckin’ luck, brother.”
I didn’t need luck.
All I had was the force of my fury carrying me forward as I took her over my shoulder. The force of possession makin’ me splay her out on my table and finger fuck her ’til she creamed all over my hands. And then only the force of my fuckin’ need for her when I dragged her into my arms and told her she was mine.
I’d cleaned her wet pussy with her broken panties before shovin’ them in my pocket ’cause I was sentimental that way. Then I’d sent her to get dressed and called Mute who’d been waitin’ outside the entire time like he’d said to give her a ride home.
I wanted to be the one to give her a ride home.
No, fuck that, I didn’t want her to go home.
Now that I had her, I wanted her at my side under my fuckin’ roof.
I wasn’t a patient man and I couldn’t see that changin’ now after thirty-six years of it, but I had more pressin’ concerns so I shoved thoughts of claimin’ Lou as my old lady and what that all would mean to her and me and my kids, and I slid into my role as Prez. I’d been at the club only as an alibi just in case anyone wanted to put up a stink about the disappearance of a fuckin asshole dealer. You never knew with the Entrance cops just how invested they could get in takin’ The Fallen down, so I liked to cover my bases.
Now though, and especially after what I’d just had with Lou, it was time for some fuckin’ vengeance.
“You good?” Blackjack asked when I showed up at Angelwood Farm just outside of Entrance.
It was a hundred acres of fertile land I’d bought and gifted to my old prison cellmate Dixon when he’d got out three years ago. He’d liked the farmin’ we’d done as prison labor and I needed a safe place to bury bodies so it worked. I gave ’im the land, he bought a shit-ton of pigs, and we were in the body-disappearing business.
“Good,” I repeated as I fell into step with him.
Blackjack grinned. “Heard Foxy’s givin’ ya a run for yer money.”
“Foxy?” I asked even though I knew he was talkin’ about Lou. It was only a matter a time before they give ’er a nickname but didn’t mean I had to like it.
He shrugged. “It was either that or Barbie but she threatened to cut off Boner’s dick when he suggested it and you know how fonda that thing he is.”
I smiled at the thought of my girl sassin’ Boner, who was lean as hell but carried about nine concealed weapons on his person even in peace times.
It wasn’t peace times though, which brought me to the reason I was even at Angelwood and not in bed discoverin’ my Foxy girl.
“Callin’ King home this weekend. Cress too. Gotta have a family dinner to talk about this shit and get it sorted. King won’t want a bodyguard but I’m thinkin’ of sending a brother down there to keep an eye,” I told Blackjack.
He wasn’t a lieutenant but I’d known B.J. almost as long as I’d known Bat and that was sayin’ somethin’. He’d lived across the street from my uncle and his dad had been a member of The Fallen too, so we’d hung out at family BBQs and charity fundraisers. He was a decent guy, not so pretty ’cause of a car accident as a kid, but loyal to a fuckin’ tee. He’d taken my side in the revolt ten years ago when I’d exposed what a bastard my uncle was and taken the presidency from ’im. A bunch of old-timers had left, includin’ Blackjack’s dad, but my brother had stayed.
He proved how well he knew my family by sayin’, “Queenie’s gonna freak, she figures out yer sleepin’ with Foxy.”