Page 121 of Break Out

He grimaced. “Yeah, you’re right. I just figure it’s easier to have two members of their club go missing during the Masters since we have so much extra business.”

“It’s better to keep the dancers focused on all the tourists. We make a killing that week, and we need everyone on their toes.”

“So really, we’re looking at four weeks from now. The Masters starts three weeks from this coming Monday,” Torque pointed out. “It doesn’t wrap until that Sunday, which means you got three more weekends of coming back to Augusta.”

I dragged a hand down my face. When he put it like that, it gave Knuckles and his crews plenty of time to fuck with us further. Yet I didn’t want other chapters going into this half-cocked.

Torque leaned on the table. “It’d be better if you came back for a week. What are you really accomplishing here? You got the building moving on the right path. Other brothers are here and can recruit new members.”

“Not happening this week,” I said.

“Why not?” Torque asked.

I glared at him. “I have a baby on the way, man. The ultrasound is next week and I’m gonna be there.”

Torque’s lips pressed into a thin line as he turned his head to the side. He looked at me. “I liked it better when you didn’t know how to get in touch with her.”

Tie narrowed his eyes at Torque. “That’s cold. How the hell do you get bitches all the time with that attitude?”

Torque smirked. “The bitches want my dick and they don’t give a fuck about my attitude.”

Chapter 22

Bingo Card

Simone

The ultrasound technician had to reschedule my appointment from Tuesday to Thursday. It was a relief since I had fading hickeys from the weekend in Augusta.

Rather than spend our time at his house, we spent the whole weekend at the Devil Lancer clubhouse. Many things were the same as a Riot clubhouse, but it had a different vibe – rougher and rowdier.

Saturday night, Steel had tied me to his bed and done wicked things to me. He hadn’t only marked me with love bites, but also with his cum. That had to be the most erotic thing any man had ever done to me. I’d never felt so wanton and yet revered at the same time.

“What’s wrong?” Steel asked, sitting next to me in the waiting room at my OB-Gyn.

Thinking about that night while filling out medical forms wasn’t a good idea. I let out a quiet chuckle. “Nothing.”

“From that grin, it must be something.”

I shook my head. “I’m just wondering how we’ll top last weekend.”

That earned me his rumbly chuckle. “We’ll top it all right.”

I didn’t think Steel was a dominant, but boy did he like his control. Not that I was complaining. Nobody had taken care of me the way Steel did.

“Oh, good. I’m not late,” Mom said, bustling into the cramped waiting room.

I shot a furtive glance at Steel, and whispered, “You sure it’s all right?”

“First grandchild for her, yeah, I’m sure,” he whispered back.

Mom sat on the other side of me. “I’m so excited. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, but—”

“But what?” she asked.

“But remember, he doesn’t want to know.”

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