My body tightens, and I feel my face flush as I look back at the girls, my gaze moving between both Jasmine to Charity, and for the first time notice their similarities, not just in looks but personality as well. Could that be why I’m drawn to Charity? Argh! I’m so fucked-up!
“Trigg, you with me?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, sorry, Prez. Was somewhere else.”
He laughs, and squeezes my shoulder once more before letting go. “Yeah, thought so.”
We step into the large garage area that’s beside the clubhouse, and I watch as Tracker and Bear uncover the guns, which are in an unmarked crate.
I whistle when I see what’s there. “Those are some fine-looking AK-47s and Berrettas.”
“Yeah, Tate did well,” Tracker says, and I nod in agreeance.
“He sure did,” I say, stepping closer and picking one up. I hold it in my hand and look at its clean lines then point it at a picture on the wall. After checking the piece is empty of bullets, I close one eye as I focus the gun on it once again. I apply pressure and pull the trigger, hearing a slight click. “Feels good, and light?”
Bear grabs one himself and takes a mock shot, then brings it to his face, holding it at different angles as he looks it over. His smile shows his approval. “Fuckin’ A.”
We place the guns back into the crate, and I look over at Gunner, who’s just entered the garage. “Fuck, man, that woman is gonna give me a hard-on if she keeps bending over like that to push Jack on that fuckin’ swing.”
Feeling my hands tighten at my sides, knowing exactly who he’s talking about—because he’d never fucking disrespect Prez’s ol’ lady like that—I turn to look outside, catching Charity just as she bends forward once again, the wind lifting her dress up as she pushes Jack. I grind my teeth when I see a glimpse of her black panties, and turn to see Gunner tilt his head to the side as he takes another glimpse at my woman.
“You better take your eyes off her, man. Before I take them off for you,” I growl, inching closer to him.
Gunner turns to face me, a wide smile on his face despite the raw anger pouring off me. He’s wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair is messed up and all over the place. Probably just had some whore in bed with him. “Well, well, what do you know. Seems pretty boy Trigger is falling for the new girl.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I warn him. “You just keep your eyes to yourself.”
“Oooh, touchy, aren’t we?” Gunner teases, playing with the key chain in his hand. He looks over at Charity once more then back at me, cocking an eyebrow. “You’d better claim her soon, man.” He’s smirking, and my blood boils.
I go to step toward him, but Quill stops me, placing his hand on my arm. “That’s enough, boys, seems we’re all on edge. I think we all need to chill the fuck down and let loose.”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” Bear asks, his enthusiasm for the idea written all over his face.
“Club party, that’s right,” Quill replies, and the boys all show their approval by shouting out “Yes!”
“Just one thing…,” Quill continues, silencing us with a raised hand. “The women will be here tonight, they’re stayin’ at the club, so although I say let loose…. Just not that loose. You get me? Rein it in a notch or two.”
“Oh, man,” Gunner whines. “You mean I gotta take it back to my room?”
Tracker and Bear bust out laughing but I don’t find the fucker funny at all. He’s always fuckin’ a whore in front of everyone, doesn’t give a fuck who’s around, like a goddamned animal.
Now me? When it comes to being with a woman, I like to take my sweet time, get away from all the distractions so I can give her all my focus and attention. I don’t need all eyes on my ass as I fuck her into tomorrow. Nah, not my jam at all.
“Yeah, Gunner, the way it should be,” Quill says in response, rolling his eyes at his exhibitionist brother.