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“You piss anyone off lately?” Slade asked. “Do you owe anyone money?”
“No, brother. That’s not my gig. You know that. I spend my money on pussy. And I pay upfront.”
“Stripper’s boyfriend? Some shady pimp?”
“Slade.”
“I know. There’s just a lot of bullets flying lately, Virus. Linc was almost killed.”
“That wasSS13though.”
“Which we still haven’t fucking settled up with,” Slade growled.
“This was not them.”
“Unless they hired out again.”
“Fuck,” Virus said. “If they hired out, then it was expensive.”
“Yellow Bunnysales,” Slade said.
That nasty drug stuff had insanely high margins.
Slade took care of the finances for the club and he had run numbers that nobody else knew about. The drug trade was way off limits, but goddamn, did that stuff make a ton of money. A shit crew likeSS13could have been selling, stockpiling, and prepping for a war.
“Look, if you want to check my place and comb through my personal finances, go for it,” Virus said. “You want to climb up my ass and look around too, go for it. I know there’s something going on around here, Slade. The club is never this uneasy. Ever. I’m just holding my ground for the sake of myself, my leather cut, and whatever the vision is. I have nothing to hide.”
Cyrus opened the door and standing next to him was Skylar.
She made a sad, pouting face. “You poor thing. Come with me, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
To make her point even more clearer, Skylar hooked her thumbs into the thin, stressed out straps of her tank top and pulled them down. Her massive tits fell free. Huge, creamy tits. Light pink nipples.Massive.
Virus moved his way off the table and stood up. He hobbled his way forward as Skylar played with the tits for everyone to see.
“Almost worth getting shot, huh?” Cyrus asked.
Virus chuckled. He’d be occupied for the time being. Slade looked to Cyrus and the President gave a nod. Not much else to do at the moment. But things were tense.
Very fucking tense.
Slade found Nelle asleep, partially sitting up, the tray of food next to her, completely empty. Muffin’s homemade pizza was a goddamn heavy meal that could put anyone to sleep. Not to mention the beer or the intense orgasms before that.
In all truth, Slade didn’t even know what fucking time it was. Closer to midnight or closer to sunrise? Not that it mattered at all.
Slade locked his door and stepped out of his boots. He took his leather cut off and tossed it to his dresser. Next he unbuttoned his jeans but he left the zipper in place meaning he left his jeans on. He reached down to his right ankle and produced a gun. That went on the nightstand.
Things were very fucking tense… Slade couldn’t possibly imagine the clubhouse coming under attack, but strange shit happened in the outlaw world all the time.
Kind of like having a woman like Nelle in his bed. Sleeping, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. One of Slade’s T-shirts.
Slade took the food tray off the bed. He then lifted the covers to help himself to a look at Nelle.
Don’t like that? Then don’t end up in my fucking bed, Slade thought.
He saw where the T-shirt bunched up and ended, giving sight to Nelle’s right inner leg. Just an inch or two away from seeing her warm, delicious cunt. The perfect midnight snack. (Or whatever fucking time it was…)
Slade nodded and licked his lips. A shot of whiskey and the lick of a wet cunt… that’s how you finished up…
