Page 72 of Wait For Me

“All right, Twinkles, that’s about enough. There are too many witnesses here. I can’t fuck you from prison,” I reminded her as I pulled my woman off Kip’s ravaged wife.

“Kip, it gets worse, man.” Breakneck didn’t even bother to hide his anger as he stared down at the woman as if wishing he could take a couple swings too.

“How could it possibly get worse?”

“Half of her money was going to Malcom Larson.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Kip asked as we all listened to his wife crying and groaning in a bloody heap on the lawn.

“Mal is her fucking pimp and he is not hands off with his merchandise.”

“How the fuck did you end up working for Mal?”

“O-owed him before.”

“Before when?” Kip screamed at her.

“Before,” was all she would say. “I’s why got pegnant. Protection. Blackmailed me.” She was having trouble speaking, so it took a lot to understand her slurred words.

“He’s with The Violent Order,” someone mentioned.

Mal was known as the VOMC’s talent scout. He procured their women. Dancers, whores, and the ones they sold to the highest bidder were all found, moved, and disappeared under his orders. Ever since they set up shop near Albany, Georgia they’d been a fucking nuisance.

“Come on, Twinkles, let’s go get you fixed up,” I whispered in Star’s ear.

“Put her in the shed and let me finish her off,” she demanded.

“No can do, beautiful. We’re going to get you fixed up and let Kip handle his mess. He’s going to need his sister and so is your nephew.”

“I still haven’t even met Knox,” she whined.

“I know, but she sure as fuck isn’t going to be around to stop you from doing that anymore.” I took Star inside with Mack hot on our heels and Vina trailing behind too.

“Is there anything I can do?” She asked.

“Hang out here with us for a few minutes,” I told her as I sat Star up on the counter in the kitchen, so that I could get the first aid kit from under the sink.

“Grab some ice packs from the little freezer in the pantry,” Mack ordered. Vina moved immediately and I was just sitting the emergency kit down when a startled yelp drew my attention to the pantry where Trench stumbled out, dick-deep in Mitzi because both had their pants around their ankles and had been fucking against the pantry door before Vina pulled it open.

“Motherfuck!” Trench yelled. “I think you just broke my fucking dick.”

“Get up and out of the way, asshole!” Mack bellowed at him. Trench finally noticed that Star was sitting on the counter dripping blood everywhere.

“What the fuck happened?” He asked as he pulled his pants up and tucked his obviously sore dick back inside. There was no hiding the wince on his face.

“Bring an extra ice pack for Trench,” I called to Davina.

“What happened? Is she okay?” Mitzi asked.

“Fine,” Star answered. “One of her teeth is stuck in my finger though.”

“What the fuck?” I asked as I turned my attention back to my woman. “Holy shit, Twinkles.” There really was a tooth sticking out of the flesh on her middle finger between the top two knuckles.

“Whose ass did you beat?” Trench was the one to ask as the bastard limped closer to where I was working on getting Star cleaned up.

“Ash,” she responded.

“No shit?” Mitzi asked.

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