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Slade had kept his eyes to himself the entire time. His hands only touched where required. Inside his jeans, his cock twisted and pulsed. Like a thick python forced into a small bag. Gritting his teeth so hard, they were ready to shatter. Telling himself he needed to do this. He needed to get some kind of information from Nelle. Something had to make sense at some point. Something had to…
Slade adjusted the water temperature and caught his eyes moving to the left.
I’m a goddamn outlaw, okay? Fuck your rules. Fuck everything.
He looked at Nelle sitting there, her right arm under her bare tits. Her tits resting on her arm. Beautiful tits. Creamy skin. Her nipples like tight, pink buttons.
Slade backed away from the shower. “I’ll be back in a bit. Going to make one of the prospects clean up the floor.”
When Slade left the bathroom, Nelle turned her head and let the shower water hit her face. The bathroom spun and swayed. She couldn’t believe anything anymore. She couldn’t believe she was this drunk. She couldn’t believe both Thalia and Calista were dead.
Yet a small smile crept across her face… She was drunk but not blacked out. She knew Slade snuck a peek. He looked at her chest. At her breasts. A hunky biker eye fucking her.
Nelle closed her eyes. She couldn’t decide whether to laugh, cry, scream, touch herself, or just crawl from the shower and beg Slade to get behind her and fuck her until she felt nothing.
Or maybe she just needed all of the above.
Bram wasn’t having the best time of his life as a prospect forSins of Fire Real Anarchy West. His face throbbed from Drix hitting him. None of the guys would give him something for the pain. Then Custer messed up one of the main toilets. Bram was told to clean it up and fix it. And now Bram was on his hands and knees, cleaning up vomit off the floor in Slade’s room.
“You even so much as think about turning your head and looking at her, I’ll make it so you never see again,” Slade warned.
Bram could put two and two together. A naked woman sitting in the bathtub with the shower running. Vomit on the floor.
“At least it’s not chunky, right?” Slade asked.
Bram frowned and started to cough.
“Oh, fuck, kid, don’t puke,” Slade said. “Don't make this worse. Let’s go. Move.”
Treating prospects like shit was just part of the game. These guys came through the doors of the clubhouse thinking they were walking into a TV show or a movie. Thinking they were going to get a life of freedom. Of booze, pussy, their own set of outlaw beliefs. All of that came at a price. All of it was earned.
Most prospects couldn’t make it through a weekend. Some lasted a week or two. Slade stood in a way that blocked the open bathroom door. He heard the shower still running. He looked back every few seconds to check on Nelle. To make sure she hadn’t passed out and fallen over. Or hurt herself.
Bram looked up at Slade. “We good?”
“You tell me, kid. Puke gone?”
“All gone.”
“Stick your nose against the carpet and tell me if it smells.”
Bram knew not to argue. Slade enjoyed being an asshole like this. Bram leaned forward. That’s when Slade took advantage and stepped on the back of Bram’s neck, driving the prospects face against the wet carpet.
“How does it fucking smell?” Slade growled.
“It’s fine!” Bram screamed. “I swear! It’s fine!”
Slade moved his foot and Bram started to cough again. His eyes watered up.
“Get the fuck out of my room, prospect,” Slade said.
Bram nodded. He collected the paper towels and chemical cleaners and hurried out of the room. Slade locked the bedroom door and then worked his way back to the bathroom.
Nelle sat there with the water hitting her body. She had beautiful, tanned skin. Maybe it was just her natural tone. Maybe she spent time in the sun. Slade had no fucking idea what that had to do with the murders of her sisters, then decided he was the one who needed the whiskey.
“Time to get some sleep, sweetheart,” Slade said.
He walked toward the bathtub, turned his head to the right and shut the water off. He couldn’t believe this shit. Turning his head like this. Over and over. What the fuck…
