Page 17 of Ruthless

Chapter 7

Rebel

Past

When I left the bathroom to get towels and clean clothes for Ginger, I lucked out. One of the club whores was walking by, and a big smile spread across her face when she saw me. Her eager eyes ran down the length of my naked torso, taking in my opened jeans. I could see from her expression that she thought it was an open invitation for her to put her hands on me. She wasted no time in plastering herself against me.

Fuck. I didn't need or want this shit right now.

"Hi, baby." She slipped her hand into my pants and took hold of my flaccid dick. "I've been looking for you."

I had to play along. "Yeah?" I thrust my hips, she squeezed my dick. "I've been busy." I'd fucked her a few times before. Hell, I'd fucked all of Wildman's whores at least once. Free pussy was always a fucking perk, whatever MC I happened to be involved in, but I would have had to be either stoned or drunk to enjoy the Devils' whores. They may have once been real beauties, but most of them were worn and thin and looked well-used.

"You don't look busy now," she purred, cupping my balls.

I saw an opportunity and took advantage of her eagerness to please. "Baby--" I couldn't recall her name, "I need a favor."

"And what do I get in return?" She ran her tongue over her bright red lips.

I grinned, hoping that she didn't notice that my dick wasn't the least bit enthused by her administrations. "How about you come to my room later and I surprise you?" I squeezed her tit, which was almost naked in the bikini top she had on. Her eyes grew big. "I need some clothes." I gave her a lusty onceover. "About your size, jeans and a tee will do."

"For a woman?" Her brows drew together in a suspicious frown.

I could tell by the change in her tone that she didn't like the thought of that. I reached up and ran the back of my hand against her cheek. "Yeah. Someone I'm trying to get rid of."

Her eyes lit up at that. "I'll be right back."

I turned to re-enter the bathroom when Rocky, Wildman's Sgt. at Arms, stopped me.

"Hey, brother, you done with that little virgin cutie we brought in for you?" I stiffened, seeing the lust in his drug hazed eyes. He leaned in as if he were going to tell me a secret. "I want to get my hands on her pussy before prez does. Know what I mean?" he grinned.

Yeah, I knew exactly what he meant, and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was going to have to sneak Ginger out of there later that night, because my gut was telling me that the men were growing impatient to try out new pussy.

Wildman could take her anytime he wanted.

"Yeah, brother, I know what you mean. Girl's got a sweet little snatch."

"You're one lucky fucker," Rocky went on to say. "The bitch I got stuck with was a fragile, ugly little virgin. Couldn't take it rough. Fuck," he began to laugh. "Wildman almost cut off my dick when it came time to give her up and she was fucking dead." He laughed some more, and I clenched my hands at my side so that he couldn't see my reaction to his confession.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I'm sure he thought that my sneer was a grin.

He snorted, a stupid look on his face. "Fuck, it wasn't me. Little bitch locked herself in the bathroom and cut her wrist." He leaned in again. "At least I popped her cherry before she did it. Fucked her in the ass, too."

Jesus, I didn't want to imagine what the woman had experienced under his hands before she had taken her own life. Rocky was a sick, twisted fucker, and I’d seen him with some of the club whores. He'd taken a page right out of Wildman's book. He was more than just rough with them, he liked to leave a permanent mark on them.

"At least she went to her maker knowing how good my dick felt inside her."

It was all I could do not to slam my fist into his smug face. Men who preyed on the weak and bragged about it were on the top of my list of people who needed to meet their maker. He probably believed the shit he was spewing, too. I didn't say anything to him, afraid that I'd give my revulsion away.

"So, where's your little virgin?"

I released a deep breath. "Showering."

"Oh, I gotta see that!" Rocky said with enthusiasm. He reached for the doorknob, but I stopped him by covering it with my hand.

I knew he was an officer, that he could pull his SGT. at Arms card and force me to step back. But I also knew that Wildman had set the rules of this little game, and I doubted that Rocky would take a chance and piss off his president. Wildman was a wild card. You never knew where you stood with him. He could be your best friend one minute and your worst enemy the next. I'd seen it happen, and my gut told me that the man was psycho. That was why I needed to get Ginger out of there as soon as possible.

I kept my eyes narrowed on Rocky, realizing that I had to give him something or the situation could turn to shit. I grinned in the face of his growing anger. "Why don't you come back tonight and we'll double team her?" I'd seen him in a threesome before and I knew he liked that shit. It wasn't lost on me that I'd also invited the whore to come back to my room later. They were both in for a disappointment. "I'll even let you pick which hole to plug."

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