Page 5 of Sinful Secrets

“Not in the mood right now, Pres.” I sigh and down another shot.

“Don’t give a shit, brother, you’re sat here in the damn naughty corner like a damn toddler sulking, so if you don’t want to speak to me then that’s fine, you can deal with my old lady because when she notices something isn’t right she will be high tailing it over here, most likely with her sisters and the other old ladies, so if I were you, I would quit your bitching and tell me what the fuck has you so tied up,” he states, snatching the bottle and pouring one for himself.

“I was down the back with Shelby, getting head, good head actually. After I blew my load––”

Rip interrupts. “Get to the point, brother, I don’t need an in-depth story about you getting your dick sucked.”

“Anyway, I look up and see Talitha stood there, watching me––”

Rip interrupts again. “Shit, you got to her right and put her back into her room?” he asks.

“Yeah, if you stop interrupting me you would have found that out,” I snap. “Anyway, I talked to her, she asked what she had just saw. The girl was completely clueless as to what she just saw.” I sigh, shaking my head. “I explained, and then she went fucking crazy and took her damn dress off and knelt on the floor, praying, asking me to help her repent or some shit like that. It was messed up,” I add, downing another shot.

“I bet, brother, but it’s all the crazy bitch has known,” Rip points out, and hearing him call her a crazy bitch has my back up.

“Don’t call her a crazy bitch,” I growl.

Rip smirks.

“Like that is it?” he asks.

“It’s not like anything. She had marks all over her damn back, whip marks from a belt. She wanted me to hit her with a belt!”

Rip’s gaze turns glacial. Yeah, he's just as pissed off as me at that news. “She has been taught some fucked-up shit. I don’t know how we are going to make her see sense.” I sigh.

“We will, brother, and by the sounds of it, she likes you. She ain’t breathed a word to anyone else, but she spoke to you. From now on, she's under your care,” Rip orders.

“You have to be fucking kidding me? She only spoke to me because my dick was in some bitches mouth!” I protest.

Rip shrugs. “Either way, we need her talking, and if that’s what it took to get her talking then I don’t give a shit. In fact, if she's trying to run, I want you with her twenty-four-seven, make her believe us and see that we are the good guys. Then she may start talking.”

“No fucking way, get one of the women to do it!” I argue back.

“Get the women to do what?” Flo––Rip’s old lady––asks.

“Watch Talitha, she spoke to him tonight,” Rip says, pulling her onto his lap.

“That amazing, how did you do it?” she asks.

“She watched him getting his dick sucked.” Rip laughs.

“You're joking? What is wrong with you?” she says, slapping me around the back of the head.

“I didn’t mean to, jeez,” I say, rubbing the back of my head.

“Tomorrow I'm moving her and you up to the cabin for a little bonding time,” Rip orders.

“You're kidding? I'm the damn VP, not a fucking babysitter,” I snap.

“I'm the fucking president of the club, are you questioning my decision?” Rip growls.

I sigh. “No, Pres.”

“Good, go get some sleep because you’ll leave first thing. Rose, sweetheart, can you pack some shit up for her and I will get the prospects to load up the truck with supplies.”

“Sure,” Flo answers and walks off to start packing.

“This will do you good, brother, give your dick a rest too.” He smirks.

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