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Tossing his useless ass at Tony, the man tripped and fell gracelessly to his knees. Grabbing him by the scruff like a newborn kitten, the beefy bouncer dragged him toward the door and tossed him onto the sidewalk like the stinking trash on a Tuesday morning.

When I turned around, Kitty, the dancer on stage, called over her shoulder, “Thanks, Ox! I get off at three if you want to take me home later on.”

It was a tempting offer, as I’d fucked Kitty before. She did this thing with her tongue to my dick that made me come like a cannon and was every bit as playful as her name implied. But like I’d told Sam earlier, I had to work tonight, so fun of that nature was off the table. But I’d willingly cash that chip in at a later date and time for sure.

“Rain check,” I called out, as I retraced my steps back to the table my Brothers were sitting at.

Just as I took a seat, German was ending a call on his phone. “That was Maddy,” he explained, looking pissed off.

“She okay?” I asked, clocking his obvious concern.

German was a fierce bastard. One of the toughest guys I knew. And that was saying something, as I knew nothing but tough bastards. If someone was messing with his girl, he wouldn’t just break his nose. He’d break his motherfucking neck. And if he wanted company on his mission, I’d be right there beside him to help drop the body and dig the hole afterwards.

He nodded. “She’s okay, but her friend Kayla isn’t. Remember that chick who was being harassed by Ghost this fall?”

I did. “That Watchmen prick still bothering her?”

“He’s escalating. Seems he stopped by her waitressing job and pretty much told her she can’t say no to going out with him. Then, while she was driving home later tonight, he played chicken on the road with her and a few other cars to prove he’s a fucking lunatic and can’t be scared off.”

I just didn’t get it. If a chick’s not into you, why pursue her? There’s always other fish in the sea, right? However, some guys, like Ghost, couldn’t take their fragile fucking egos getting hurt.Well, I was about to test the man’s ego, as well as his ability to take pain, in more ways than one.

“You need me to take a ride down to Cali?” I offered, loving the idea of a long ride and delivering a well deserved ass beating all wrapped into one beautiful package.

“As long as Reaper’s down with it,” my Brother answered. “I’ll call him now and see what he says.”

When Prez didn’t answer his phone, we began our meeting about the new strip club. As we were wrapping up, Reaper rang us back. German filled the man in on what was going on with Ghost.

“All right,” German agreed, after listening to what Prez had to say, “I’ll call you if anything else comes up.”

“What’s the word?” I asked my Brother, draining the last of my beer before we headed out for the night.

German smiled darkly. “Reaper said the time for talking is done. Time to show the Watchmen we don’t give a directive more than once.”

That statement was music to my ears. “Have your girl tell her friend I’ll be there by dinner tomorrow.”

THREE

Bolton, California

Ghost

It wasdark in this shit hole. But not dark enough for my liking. The trash on stage twirled on the pole, swinging around like a mindless ape from a tree.

In my mind’s eye, I saw another in her place. Someone far more desirable. Just a scrap of a girl, really. Short blonde hair. Big brown eyes. Full tits, a tiny waist, and a thick, juicy ass made for riding. Damn, what I wouldn’t give for Kayla to be here with me now. Oh, the things I would do to her. And the things I’d make her do to me.

I imagined what it would be like for her to dance for me, and my dick, like Lazarus, rose from the dead in my pants. I imagined she’d struggle with some of the moves at first, but I’d teach her how I liked it. Like the others, she’d learn what turned me on. What was allowed. And what wasn’t.

Just the thought of how I’d dominate the tiny woman made me swell painfully in my jeans. Of course, I’d make her beg formercy. To cry for relief. I liked it when they cried. When they pleaded for me to give them mercy. Little do they know, I had none to give. They did it my way, or they were punished. Simple as that.

Flicking my lighter, I watched the flame dance and spit like I’d make Kayla dance and spit all over my cock. The lighter fluid was running low and I needed to fill the chamber again. But there was enough left for now. Flick, dance, spit. Flick, dance, spit. Flick, dance, spit.

Reaching down to my cock, I rubbed it slowly as I remembered the look on her face when I’d showed up at her pathetic waitress job. How the raw fear had consumed her from the inside out when she’d thought I was gone for good, but had unexpectedly resurrected in her life like a rebuked demon. The memory alone was nearly enough to make me come in my pants. And then, later in the evening, when I’d driven alongside her on that back road? Fuck! I had to remove my hand or I was going to blow my wad before I was ready. I needed inside of her tight body this instant or I was going to go mad. That was, I smiled without mirth, if I wasn’t there already.

“You want a dance, honey?” a trampy brunette asked, her blue eyes just as dead as mine, despite the sweet, inviting smile pasted on her lips.

“Not from you,” I rudely quipped, barely glancing up from my flame.

“Asshole!” the girl snarked before she walked away in a snit.

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