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Regardless of what I wanted, I knew the structure was calling my name, calling me home. I turned and admired the sleeping G. The woman to help me understand and make it all okay.

I pulled up a picture of Uncle Ramus. Even to this day, he wore clothing from the 1800s. His mustache stretched far and wide, and his right hand rested on his lapel. Like me, he stood large and intimidating. Unlike me, I don’t believe he ever left The House, much less Boston.

I crawled back into bed with G and lay on my side, my dick resting against her ass. She moaned and reached back, placing her hand on my hip. I moved my arm over her and faded into sleep, knowing tomorrow would be a better day.

6

Trixie

I lay in bed, reviewing the folders of each Brothers of Chaos member. Although Watcher had hooked up with that Wendy bitch, I felt like he was the easiest target. The freakier a woman was, the weaker he became. I actually enjoyed that about him. I believed I could get him to talk under the right circumstances.

“They find out you’re camping out in a hotel, and your ass is grass.” Tom Washington, my boss, said as he left the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair still wet. He climbed into the bed and leaned against the headboard. “I think you’re in too fucking deep and need to consider recusing yourself.”

“I know what I’m doing, Tom. None of them suspect a thing.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I like you fucking those assholes.” He tossed the towel on the floor, and I dropped the folders on the floor. “But you’re okay with you fucking me?”

“How much longer, Kelly?” he asked.

I straddled my boss and felt his dick push inside me. “That was quick.” I moved back and forth while I talked. “I’m pretty close. I think this Watcher character is weak. He’ll talk without knowing he’s talking.”

Tom raised his hips. “You think he’s the one?”

I shrugged and moved a little faster. “I don’t know, but I think he probably does.”

“What if you find out it wasn’t the club at all?” Tom put his hands on my hips and pressed me against him. “You may be wasting your time.”

“I’m not backing out, Tom.” I put my feet flat on the bed, sitting on his cock as he thrust. I looked between us, watching his shiny dick move in and out. It was nowhere near the size of Watcher’s. At that moment, I realized something about myself. I was getting attached to the club, losing sight of what happened to Kristen.

“Kelly,” Tom said. “You in there?”

“Are you?” I smiled. Tom tried to kiss me, but I turned away. I’d learned that trick from prostitutes. If you didn’t kiss the guy, you didn’t get attached. I didn’t want Tom attached.

Tom came, and I didn’t. That was par for the course with Tom. He dressed and returned to Little Rock, warning me again against getting too close to the club. I lied and assured him I wouldn’t.

I waited an hour after Tom left, dressed, and headed to the club.

“You’re out late,” Watcher said when I entered the club. He sat at the bar alone, nursing a beer and snacking on peanuts. His Glock lay atop the counter.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I would see who was awake.” I grabbed a beer and stood behind the counter. “Want some company?”

“Depends on what the company has in mind.” Watcher finished his beer and stood.

“Do you ever sit and talk to a woman, or do you go straight for her pussy?” I leaned on the counter, and he glanced down my Rolling Stones tee. “Well, there’s my answer.”

“You always walk around with no bra on?” He sat again, and I knew I had him in my grasp. “What do you want to talk about? I’m not much of a sports guy. Fucking hate golf. Women are my hobby. There ya go. Now what?”

“Guess when you don’t have charm, you don’t have to worry about losing it.” I moved around the counter and took a stool next to him. “Where are you from? Let me guess. Wisconsin?”

Watcher laughed and went behind the counter for another beer. Tom wondered what the attraction was to these types of men. Initially, I had none. But hang around them long enough, and the blue jeans, chains, kutte, long hair, and ink grow on you. Throw in the muscles and the good looks, and you can’t get away.

“Canada originally. But from all around.” He opened the beer and tossed the cap in the trash. He leaned on the counter with one elbow and stared. “What else you wanna know?”

“Have you been married? Do you have kids?”

“Fuck. You gonna ask me if I like long walks on the beach?” He laughed and drank half his beer before putting the bottle down. “I’m a Gemini, before you ask.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” I swallowed hard, knowing I was pressing a little too hard.

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