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Fitz held out his two hands, made fists, and began to pump them up and down.
“Are you working out?” Slade asked, which made Maggie giggle.
Fitz stopped and curled his lip. “No. I’m showing Maggie what to do. It’s calledski poles. She takes my cock with one hand. She takes your cock, Slade, with the other. She jerks us off at the same time.Ski poles…”
“What would your wife think of that?" Maggie asked.
The second the question flew from her mouth she knew she was going to get hurt. And she deserved it too. You never mouth off to one of the outlaws. Especially one of the main guys who goes into the room for what they all callprayer.
Maggie was in an awful mood today. Just life bothering her. Slade had sensed that. Plus he sensed Maggie’s pure disgust for Fitz. As much as Slade wanted to know what made Maggie feel that way, it wasn’t his business.
But the wife comment…Shit, Slade thought to himself.
Fitz’s face instantly twisted with anger.
“Did you just ask something about my fucking wife?” Fitz growled. “Like that’s any of your fucking business. You’ll never get someone to ink you up. With your high miles, I can hear your pussy lips clapping as you walk. Now take your fucking shirt off and show off your little tits.”
“Fitz,” Slade said. “I’m trying to enjoy a cup of coffee and think.”
“Fuck off, Slade,” Fitz spat.
Slade’s jaw flexed. Maggie looked at Slade and her eyes were apologetic and begging.
“I’m going to bite that little bitty titty piercing right off you,” Fitz said. “And you’re not going to stop me. I don’t care how much it hurts or how much it bleeds. Now take your fucking shirt off!”
It wasn’t anyone’s job to get involved with an issue with adeecee. They were present to be used up and spit the fuck out the back of the clubhouse. The lucky ones were helped into getting jobs at strip clubs or shuffled off to the other charters to be used up some more. A few here and there may have gotten their ink which meant protection.
For poor Maggie, she was out on a tiny island with no help. She knew it too. Her jaw quivered as she lifted her shirt. Sladesipped his coffee while Fitz leaned almost halfway over the bar. There was some rage in the man’s eyes, that was for sure.
Bringing up his wife…bad move.Mara was a tough, cool woman. Not that it mattered in this context. The unwritten outlaw rules were followed by everyone, wives included. Anyone crazy enough to marry an outlaw meant knowing you’d be sharing his cock with others. It was his heart you wanted if you could find it. His heart and his protection.
Maggie had her shirt up to her chin. Her small, perky tits were justthere. The little silver bar stuck through her nipple. Fitz looked ready to pounce. Technically he had every right to do so. Slade just wasn’t in the mood to watch somedeeceeget her nipple ripped from her chest.
“Fitz,” Slade said. “We’ve got a protection gig tonight for a band. That one sister is going to be there. The groupie. I told Cyrus I’m taking the gig. I want you there with me.”
Just like that, Fitz tuned his head and looked at Slade. “We never do those.”
“We do tonight,” Slade said. “There’s something in it for all of us. Tell this mouthydeeceeto go fuck off so we can talk logistics without her listening.” Slade leaned toward Fitz. “Save the rage for later or something. Maggie is mouthy but without her around here, we’re screwed.”
“She deserves a crack to the mouth at least,” Fitz said.
“Come here, cunt,” Slade suddenly growled at Maggie.
She side stepped, still holding her shirt up. Slade lunged at the bar and threw his left hand at Maggie. He wasnotgoing to hit her, just needed to scare her a little.
Slade grabbed Maggie’s jaw. He squeezed tight but not super tight. He winked at her with his left eye.
“You ever talk about one of the wives again and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out. I’ll feed it to Priest. He’ll eat it. Do you understand me?”
Maggie nodded. Her eyes moved to the left, looking at Fitz. “I’m so sorry, Fitz. I should have never said that.”
“Look at me, cunt,” Slade said. “Look at me, not at Fitz. I’m the one saving you from him gnawing that pretty nipple piercing right off your chest. And I’m doing that because I know how good your throat feels when my cock slides down it.”
“How about them ski poles, Slade?” Fitz asked. “She can use a handful of cum, don’t you think?”
“Maybe some other time,” Slade said. “We have bigger things to deal with than some uselessdeeceecunt.”
Slade pushed at Maggie’s face and she stumbled back. Her cheeks blushed bright red and her eyes filled with tears. Yeah, somewhere inside Slade’s outlaw chest he felt something like emotion toward Maggie. But it was far better than watching someone like Fitz bite her nipple off.
