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When no one spoke up, Reaper slammed his gavel. “You’re dismissed. Grab some drinks, food, and ass at the party. I know what I’m starting with first.”
The men guffawed and headed out of the room. On my way out, Pipe stopped me. “Hey, Bishop. Got a second?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, as the room cleared out until it was just the two of us remaining.
I noticed Pipe was holding a flash drive. He slipped it into the palm of my hand. “It ain’t pretty, Brother,” he kindly prefaced. “That girl hasn’t had it easy. I’m damn impressed she’s come this far with shit parents like hers.”
My palms began to sweat. “Give me the cliff notes version,” I demanded. I’d wait until later to do the deep dive. Right now, I wanted to know what I was up against.
“Well, for starters,” Pipe began, “her dad’s a professional felon. He’s still doing time upstate for attempted murder. He’s a lifer with a laundry list of crimes stemming from drugs, theft, and domestic violence, just to name a few. His offenses go back decades, and he even has one in Utah that’s still pending.”
My gut clenched at that last item mentioned. Domestic violence. Had he hurt Evie? If he had, I’d make the motherfucker pay. He was on the inside, so I might not be able to get to him personally, but I knew enough people in the system now to get to him via other means.
“What about her mom?” I hoped that she’d at least had the stability of a mother in her life when she was growing up. God knew it was the only thing that had saved me from utter ruin.
“Drug addict. In and out of court-ordered rehab,” Pipe explained. “She’s currently MIA with seven warrants for a slew of crimes mainly related to her habit.”
Fuck me! That must have been awful to live through. My poor girl had seen the dark side of life from an early age. No child should have that kind of upbringing. It broke my heart to think of her suffering or going without. Every kid deserved better than that.
I thanked my Brother and tucked the flash drive into my pocket for later. “I appreciate this, man.”
Pipe nodded and walked out of the room. With only one thing on my mind, I headed straight for the kitchen hoping to find Evie busily toiling within. When she wasn’t there, I went outside to see if she was setting up the food tables.
I could smell the roasting meat cooking as soon as I stepped into the front yard. The fire was already roaring and beckoning people to circle around it. I could see a few of my Brothers dotting the circumference of the flames and I decided to join them.
“The pig will be ready in about ten minutes,” Hawk informed me, as I approached the warmth of the firepit.
“Good, I’m starving.” I loved being outside in the fresh air after so many months of being cooped up.
A bikini-topped girl from the Club’s strip club, The Happy Ending, strolled up to us then with a brimming tray of beers. “You want something, Bishop?” she offered salaciously. The only thing I wanted from her was the bottle of Bud balanced on her tray.
I snagged one and twisted the cap off. Realizing how thirsty I was, I slugged down a third of the bottle. Standing there, the stripper watched me closely, waiting for me to decide if I’d require more from her. When she realized I wasn’t interested in anything other than getting a good buzz on, she moved on to the adjoining crowd of men.
“Where’s Angel and Amelia?” I posed to Reaper and Hawk, who were griping about women always being late for shit.
Hawk sighed. “The girls are getting ready for the party in Reaper’s room. It’s now a part of their “pre-party ritual”, I’ve been told,” he said with air quotes.
That must be where Evie was. I bet Angel had invited her to join them while getting ready. That made me smirk behind my beer. I liked the idea of my girl getting along with the other Old Ladies. It would give her a sense of belonging in the Club outside of me, and make her feel more at home at times I had to be away.
Polishing off my first bottle, I secured two more as another stripper came by with a tray. I figured I’d have one ready and waiting for Evie as soon as she and the other women joined us. It never hurt to be hospitable, right?
After twenty more minutes had passed, I checked my phone to see if there were any text messages. There were several. Naked tits and ass shots from various girls at the party trying to get my attention. Several were from Cici. One was a video.
When I pressed play on the video, I saw she was fully naked. Her legs were spread wide, and she was fingering her wet pussy, graphically detailing how ready for me she was. Though I had it on mute, I could practically hear the squelching noises as she worked herself over.
I’m not going to lie. It was definitely a turn-on. But not enough to ignore what I really wanted. Evie. The girl who I intended to get to know in more ways than just how hard she liked her ass spanked or where on her body she liked me to blow my load. Though I desperately wanted to learn those things about my girl, too.
“She does get fucking wetter than a Greek fountain, doesn’t she?” German said, startling me out of my musings.
Damn! The man was a panther. I hadn’t even heard him approach until he’d spoken.
Tucking my cell back into my pocket, I shrugged and quipped, “Every girl I fuck gets wet. It’s my special talent!”
German chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, Pretty Boy. We both know that your face does most of the work for you.”
“My face, my tongue, my hands, my dick,” I shot back. “I’m a man of many talents.”
German rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Pretty Boy.”
