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Fuck,Slade thought.
Nelle stood frozen, her body iced with fear. Debating if she should punch this guy in the face or kick him in the balls. Better yet, this crazed outlaw might like it. Or he might strike back.
Maggie had said to the outlaw several times to leave Nelle alone. She explained about her sister… The outlaw told Maggie to shut the fuck up and Maggie listened. Nelle quickly picked up on the fact that what Slade said was true. This place was lawless.
“You can be heartbroken and still have a fresh, warm pussy,” the outlaw said to her.
His breath smelled of booze, cigarette smoke, and as though his teeth, gums, and tongue had never met a toothbrush. Ever.
“Monte, back off,” Slade said, knowing shit was about to hit the fan.
Monte looked back. “What’s wrong? She yours?”
“That’s right.”
“Where’s the ink, Slade? Maybe we should make her strip naked and find the ink.”
“It’s club business, Monte,” Slade said.
Monte slowly turned, grinning. He was drunk as fuck, with the look of a fighter in his eyes.
“We settle it here then, Slade,” Monte said.
“I’m not fighting you right now, Monte.”
“You won’t defend her honor? Don’t want a taste of that sweet, juicy pussy?”
“Hey, fuck you, asshole,” Nelle finally found her voice. “I’m not some fucking prize.”
“Yes, you are,” Monte said, looking back at her. “And I love a woman with an attitude.”
“Nobody is fighting over a goddamn thing tonight,” Cyrus’s voice boomed through the clubhouse. “Got that? Slade, take her to the back and get her the fuck away from the bar and the front.”
“Really?” Monte asked.
“Really,” Cyrus said. He reached for a gun and pointed it at Monte. Nelle felt her legs shaking, ready to give out.
“Now if you want to run your mouth, I’ll make you suck the end of the barrel like somedeeceeon a cock,” Cyrus said. “But it won’t be a mouthful of jizz you’ll get, Monte. It’ll be a fucking bullet. The bitch is club property right now, and I say who gets to talk to her. Got that?”
Monte gave a nod and put his hands together. “No worries, Cyrus. No worries at all. Plenty of pussy to go around.”
Nelle wasn’t a fan of being called abitch… but it was better than having Monte trying to dry hump her against a wall. She looked at Slade again. She didn’t want to believe for a second that an outlaw like Slade in a hellhole like this biker clubhouse could be her only chance at survival.
Then again, maybe it was time to start believing.
Slade had a few places around town that he could use as home if need be, including a room in the clubhouse. The best thing for Nelle at the moment was to stay right here in the clubhouse for the night. Essentially just hide from everything that had happened.
She was pent up, like a bomb ticking down with an invisible timer. The tension that poured from her…Slade had an idea on how to ease that tension…
“You’re a little clean and organized for some outlaw biker,” Nelle said.
“What did you expect to find in here, sweetheart?”
Nelle shrugged. “Maybe some dead hookers. A few naked women on the bed with needles in their arms.”
“That’s my other bedroom,” Slade said.
That comment at least got Nelle to smirk for a second. Then the room fell silent.Very silent.This was where Slade had to tap into whatever random nurturing side kicked in earlier when Marcus’s old lady showed up with that baby, looking for cash.
