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Ghoul

“Uhm,” passed through her plump lips, and a smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth. Visions of burying myself in her tight pussy flashed behind my eyes. Was that the reason she was here? She didn’t strike me as the kind of girl to come looking for a booty call in the middle of the day, but then again, it shocked the shit out of me we hooked up in the first place.

Her eyes darted around as if searching for anything to focus on other than me. “You, uh, want to come in and have a beer?” I asked, pushing the door open wide enough for her to walk past me and into the clubhouse if she wanted to do so.

“Yeah. A beer. That’s what I came here for,” she stammered, rushing to the bar and hopping up on the stool.

“What can I get you?” Sac lifted his head and pulled the lid of the cooler back as he awaited her answer.

“A beer,” she said nervously, not giving him any specifics.

“I got it,” I announced, giving her a small smile and walked behind the bar waving Sac off. “You like whiskey?”

“Yeah. I’m not really much of a beer drinker,” she admitted, “I was trying to be polite when you asked.” After I thought about it, I didn’t remember her drinking much beer at the state party. There was usually some type of liquor in her hand. Well, what parts of it I could recall. One part I definitely didn’t forget was how she knew how she liked to be fucked. Rough. There weren’t any uncertainties with her when it came to that, but the person here today didn’t seem sure of much of anything. Maybe it was the alcohol we both had consumed; it wasn’t uncommon for it to make people horny and often skip a lot of the bullshit like being self-conscious.

A slight chuckle piped through my lips when I considered the possibilities. Was she as much of a sex fiend as I was or had that night been a fluke on her part? I wrapped my finger around the neck of the bottle of whiskey and grabbed two glasses, setting them onto the bar between us. After twisting the lid off, I filled both of the cups about an inch from the rim with brown liquid and popped a half a scoop of ice in each.

“So, what really brings you here?” I cut straight to the point and took a sip of my drink as soon as Sac left the common area, leaving Ginger and me alone. The first swallow burned as it went down but soothed my sore throat, too. Must have smoked one too many last night. Clearly, the coke had nothing to do with it.

“I, uh, wanted to get to know you better. We didn’t really talk much before, figured we should do that, too.”

Usually, I didn’t do the whole getting to know someone, it wasn’t my style. Then again, the women I typically hooked up with were club whores, and my interest in them didn’t go any further than their pussy. That fact had changed, though. I would talk a big game and even let them hang off me but hadn’t fucked anyone other than Ginger since I’d been released. A fact that would have bothered me before being locked up but did not seem to bother me at all now. Maybe she had something to do with it, maybe not. Either way, I was curious enough to figure it out and entertain her for at least one evening.

“What do you want to know?” I scooted the stool across the floor to where I would be directly in front of her. If I was going to commit to this, I wasn’t half-assing it.

“Why were you in jail?” she inquired nervously, grabbing a couple of drink stirrers and dropping them in her glass, mindlessly swirling them around in the liquid.

Shit.I hoped she would start out with the typical questions most women had when they wanted to know more about bikers. Although, she unquestionably was not the normal breed of female who made repeat visits to our clubhouse. Lying was my first instinct, but her curiosity was warranted, I guess. No one was cryptic about what the reason for the state party was, and truthfully, I was surprised she didn’t ask me then what I had done to get locked up.

I tightened my grip around my cup, bringing it to my lips and chugged half of the contents. I wasn’t ashamed that I took Stunner’s life, especially knowing what he was now. I was only able to get about halfway through his file before closing it and going to the next. He not only trafficked kids, but he also had a child of his own—a little girl, the eyewitness that was the wrench in the FBI’s plans. Even though I didn’t have any kids of my own, that I knew of, I couldn’t imagine going home at night and hugging my little girl after doing what he did to kids of the same age. Hell, I wouldn’t do what he had to kids, so I would never be on the fucker’s thought process, and I was glad I didn’t understand him at all.

“I murdered a bad man.” I was vague with my answer, but unless she prodded further, I didn’t want her to have to hear all the gory details.

“Are you sure he was bad?” her voice held a sense of seriousness, and even though I wasn’t sure how much I was allowed to tell her, as we all signed non-disclosure agreements, I would answer her honestly.

“Yes.”

“What made him bad?”

“He was part of a human trafficking ring,” I held up a finger when she opened her mouth, “which would usually be a ‘not my monkey not my circus’ kind of situation, but he was kidnapping children.”

Her mouth opened the rest of the way in shock, and not a single sound left her body in reply for a long minute. I gave her a bit to process what I had told her, wondering if I should have made up some lie instead of telling her the truth.

“Are you sure?” she finally breathed, squirming on her stool, suddenly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, if I had to guess.

“One-hundred percent. There was undeniable evidence,” I replied, knowing it wasn’t important when I found out the verdict of his innocence. I might not have known exactly what he was guilty of when I ended his life but was more than aware he wouldn’t have ended up in the situation he had with us if he had been a good man. The fact he was a snitch was not as important in this conversation. Besides that, it was club business, which she didn’t need to know.

“How, uh…How did you get caught?” She nervously writhed her hands together, leaning forward, her tits pressing against the bar.

“That’s the fucked-up part; he had a daughter of his own who was the key witness in my trial. She seemed completely clueless as to anything her dad had done. She was an innocent little girl who missed her dad,” I recalled, remembering what a piece of shit I felt like sitting across the courtroom from her as she cried her eyes out and grieved her father.

“Do you remember her name?”

“I’ll never forget it. Hazel,” I spoke in an almost inaudible tone, staring past her, my eyes fixated on the wall behind her. I wasn’t proud that I took a father from his little girl, but I slept better at night with the knowledge I might have helped keep her safe.

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