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I snort, shaking my head. The fucking woman won't quit.

Have I fucked her since she was banned? Yeah, but only because she was willing, and my dick was hard. The brothers are aware of that and were okay with it as long as she stayed away from club properties, but I've not touched her in a year. This bitch needs to fuck off, and her little threat only makes me want to put a bullet in her head even more.

I crack my knuckles, tempted to go to the ring and hit the bag for a while despite my cock being hard and my stomach grumbling. My phone pings again, and I sigh, grabbing it off the desk and opening it to see she's sent me a picture of her cunt, her leg up on the toilet, as she pulls her black g-string aside.

Not only does my dick not even twitch at the sight, but it fucking deflates, which says a fucking lot.

Growling in frustration, I stand from my desk in my club room, ensure my monitors are all shut down, and grab my cut.

It's time to fucking push this bitch back, because I've finally had enough of her, and afterward, maybe I can find some bitch to fuck, and then grab some hot wings.

Yeah, that sounds like a really good fucking idea.

I'm parking my bike near the bar's door twenty minutes later. The prospect, Phil, Smokey's old lady's ex and father of her daughter, holds his hand up to me from Devil's Temptation across the way, a job he hates but is willing to do because he wants to be a brother.

Smokey accepted responsibility for him, and Cannon was extremely happy about it, especially now that he’s Phil’s old man.

Turns out Phil was gay but didn't want to admit it. After he took Smokey's old lady, Olivia's, virginity when they were teenagers, he acknowledged it, and then ran off, only for her to find out she was pregnant despite using a condom.

Phil's an awesome guy and has been Smokey's cheerleader to win Liv back after Smokey let his ex-wife get in his head, and he accused Liv of fucking Phil a few years ago.

Dumbass called Olivia a whore and shouted at her, not only in front of everyone within the club but also in front of April, her little girl, scaring her. He's fought for her since, and I think she's slowly coming back around.

Waving at him, I walk into the bar, patting Timmy's shoulder on my way. Timmy’s another prospect. I head to the bar, desperate to have a shot before I scare the bitch away for good.

She's not welcome at the club or on club properties, and her being here says a lot about her respect for the club that gave her a home and family.

My eyes scan the bar to see Breaker’s sister, Lola, who has a thing for Doc, fellow brother and treasurer within the club, making out with some chick.

I shake my head, not wanting to deal with that shit right now, and move my eyes around the room. They latch onto Faith. She’s in the corner, grinding herself on some guy, her phone in hand recording it, and don’t ask me how but I just know, that video is for me….

Sighing, I move toward the bitch but sidestep the drunk idiot who nearly falls into me, dropping half his drink on the floor. I bump into someone accidentally, making them gasp and fall backward. On instinct, I reach out to grab hold of their arms. Instantly, my hands tingle, making me look at the person I nearly pushed over.

As soon as our eyes connect, I suck in a breath like I've been punched in the chest, and my grip on her arms tightens unintentionally.

Fuck….

She blinks at me, her full lips opening a little, her light brown eyes stealing my breath.

My heart pounds and my stomach tightens as our eyes stay connected. It's like she's the only person in the room, and the thought of letting go of her makes my temper rise.

She's someone I never wanted but suddenly need, I can feel it deep in my bones, and I don't even fucking know her name, yet there’s a familiarity to her, like I’ve seen her before….

Fuck, she looks like an angel in her white mini dress, the thin straps just holding up her gorgeous tits, her silver heels making her legs longer.

I swallow hard and squeeze a little before letting go. The sudden need to pull her into my arms and run my fingers through her light brown curly hair to play with the pink streaks overwhelms me, but I know she'll freak out if I do.

She blinks a few times, and my body tingles, my eyes taking in the beautiful creature in front of me, ignoring the atmosphere, not giving a shit about anything or anyone. Faith on club property well and truly forgotten, and this girl is my only focus.

She opens and closes her mouth a few times like she wants to say something but seems speechless, and I rasp, "Are you alright?" hoping to hear her voice, needing to.

Out of nowhere, this girl just quickly consumed me, and I don't know how to feel about it.

I never wanted a fucking old lady….

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Brook – Twenty-Six Years Old

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