Page 15 of Nitro

“I don’t know, you’ve been doing a lot of leading. A lot of talking. A lot of moving around, but I don’t know what you do half the time. You trying to get me out of here Nitro?” He pulls his gun out and I have to stifle the urge to step back.

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re paranoid as fuck right now and there is no reason for any of it. You were the one that wanted to do this. You chose this fucking location. You’re the one that decided to fuck with Yemen’s shit. You’re the one that decided to work with Bull and his fucking car club. I didn’t do shit, but back you up. You think these motherfuckers you pulled off the street are loyal to you? You think they are down for the cause? What are they going to do when they find out that they aren’t going to get paid for all the hard work that they put in? You think they going to stay behind you when that shit happens?” I snarl at him and focus on evening out my breaths. Even as a fucking spy, I’m more of a friend to Rooster than any of these other bastards.

“Yeah, I hear you. We need to find a way to keep the club happy. No worries, I have a plan.”

My phone buzzes again in my pocket, but I know better than to get it. Not with Rooster being so fucking close.

“Is that you?” He asks his eyes squinting at me and his hand tightening on the butt of his gun.

“Yeah, it’s not important. Just some bitch I left back home. She’s pissed that I left without saying bye.” I make up a lie just to have something to say.

“Well, you wouldn’t want the bitch to be mad at you. Handle your business. I’m thinking about having a little party tonight. Maybe you want to go out and find some entertainment, take Cyrus and Gunny out with you.”

“Yeah, whatever you need Rooster. We can find something.” I wait as Rooster puts the gun back in the waistband of his pants and walks away like nothing just happened.

Shit is going bad and fast.

* * *

Gunny, Cyrus, and I all start riding towards one of the main towns near El Dorado. I thought that we would find a fucking dust bowl, but I’m surprised to see that there are quite a few places in town with a nice variety of women that are very open to coming back with us to our compound and having some fun.

That is about the only good news that I have. Ever since I'd missed that first call from Shepard, he’s been calling me nonstop. Though I haven’t been able to pick the calls up, because of Gunny or Cyrus being right next to me. Before that it was Rooster and Yemen. I feel like I’m under twenty-four-hour surveillance.

“This one right here. She looks like she likes a cock up her doodie shoot.” Gunny pulls a girl close that we'd picked up from one of the few strip clubs.

She giggles, but I can see that she’s a bit uncomfortable. I'd hate to be in her shoes right now.

“Yeah, I think we can have some fun with them.” I say and pull one with bright pink hair into my lap. She grinds against me in time with the beat, but it does nothing for me. She feels fake, all of her from her hair to her nails and even her ass. I don’t like that shit at all.

My phone goes off again and the pink haired girl on my lap jumps in surprise.

“Don’t worry about that baby, I’m not going to hurt you.” I pull her back into my chest. She laughs, but doesn’t stop what she’s doing.

I try to focus on what she’s doing even though I know that I need to get back in contact with Shepard. I don’t want him to think that I’ve switched on him. Fuck, that could be one of the worst things that could happen. If both of these guys think that I have it out for them.

“How about we shut this entire place down for a little while. I think my brothers over here need to have a taste of what all the ladies have to offer.” I pick up my beer and take a sloppy swig trying to get the other guys further into the party. I need them to be completely occupied for what I have in mind.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Gunny gets up from where he’s sitting and wraps the legs of the girl on his lap around his waist. She squeals and her shoes fall off as Gunny jumps around like a fucking horse.

The girls pounce on Cyrus and Gunny as I toss a wad of money in the air. The one on my lap looks at me expectantly.

“I like to do things a little more privately. What do you say?”

“Absolutely baby.” Her breath smells like mints trying to cover up funk, but I do what I can to push through that. I just need her to get me someplace that I can be alone.

I let her grab my hand and pull in the direction of the back room.

“Nitro, where the hell are you going?” Cyrus calls out as a woman basically does a full split on his lap.

“I prefer to fuck my women in private.” I yell out to him. “Keep the party going I’ll be back in an hour or so, unless you think that you’re not able to handle all this pussy out here without some pointers?” I goad him making it seem like I’m testing his manhood. That shit always fucking works.

“Fuck you Nitro, I’ve been fucking since before you knew where to stick that little cock of yours.”

“Whatever man, just let me handle my business. I’ll be back out here in a little while.”

Just as the one woman is about to pull me into a long hallway, another woman shorter and a little heavier, grabs my hand.

“What the hell are you doing Greek? This one is mine!” My pink haired stripper says, clearly annoyed that someone would just try and steal her money right out of her hands.

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