Page 7 of Bullet

I finished stacking my chips before standing. “Deal me out.”

Cowboy and I went to the office, closing the door behind us. Leaning back against the desk, I crossed my arms over my chest. “How big of a problem are we talkin'?”

My VP sighed. “The jewelers want more money for the pearls.”

We spoke in code just in case anything was tapped. Getting caught dealing coke was a stupid way to end up in jail. I'd been there more times than I could count and had no desire to go back anytime soon. I frowned, starting to get pissed off. “How much more?”

“Double.”

My eyebrows flew up. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He shook his head as he slid his phone over to me. “Assholes texted me today with their new terms.”

I scanned the messages, my anger rising with each word I read. “Cocky fuckers. Do they not know who we are?”

Cowboy shrugged. “Guess not. Maybe we should educate them.”

A smirk curved my lips. “I think you're right.” I handed him back his phone, then sat back to think out our best course of action. We needed to show them who was boss without starting a war. Tenting my fingers together, I relayed my plan to Cowboy. “Tell them it's a go. Set up the exchange. When they come, we'll show them how we really feel about their price hike, then give them our new terms.”

Cowboy smiled as he typed a reply to the cartel's demands. “Done. Tomorrow at midnight.”

“Good.” I took out my new blade and ran my fingers along the smooth metal. “We'll see how they like my new toy.”

I'd tortured and killed quite a few men, and it was as normal to me as breathing. It pretty much came with the territory if you wanted to be in an outlaw club and wasn't for the faint of heart.

We did what needed to be done for the club and each other. People knew not to fuck with us because we weren't afraid to get our hands dirty. We didn't let anyone tell us what to do or how to do it, and we handled our shit our way.

Once we finished discussing business, I went back to playing cards, and after winning a few bills in the game, some of the guys and I decided to head to Harlot's, our bar/brothel, which was one of our more lucrative businesses. The club had revived the place when it had been failing a few years back and kept the owner from declaring bankruptcy. We provided the girls protection, and in return, we received free booze, pussy, and forty percent of the profits.

In addition to the Harlot girls, groupies typically hung around the place wanting to party with us. Several of them had been around for years, hoping to become someone's old lady. Most of them were a good fuck, and one of my favorites, Tammy, happened to be there that night.

She sauntered up to me. “Hey, Bullet. How's it going?”

I placed my hands on her hips. “Pretty good, baby. How 'bout you?”

She ran her hands up my arms, biting her bottom lip. “Better now that you're here.”

I finished the beer I was drinking and smirked. “Why don't you show me how happy you are to see me?”

“Okay, just let me freshen up real quick.” She winked as she walked away, but instead of going to the bathroom, she went out to the back alley.

I grinned as I followed her, my dick getting hard at the thought of being sucked.

Tammy was waiting for me as I came outside. She smiled as she approached me, then quickly unbuttoned my jeans and took my throbbing cock out.

She squatted down and took me in her mouth, taking my dick as deep as she could. I grabbed a handful of her blond locks and forced myself farther in, making her gag.

Gripping the sides of my jeans, she increased her pace, bobbing on my cock. I met her mouth with quick thrusts as I held her head steady.

“You ready for me, baby? Ready to swallow me?” I mumbled, on the brink of coming.

Tammy nodded eagerly, sucking me faster. After a few seconds, I came with a groan, still thrusting into her mouth to milk every last drop. “That's right, baby. Take my cum like a good slut.”

Tammy swallowed my load as she stood, wiping her lips with a smile.

“Thanks,” I said as I zipped my jeans back up and took out my smokes. I fished out my lighter and lit one up, taking a deep drag.

Tammy knew not to hang around once we were finished. I might fuck her later if she was lucky. “See ya later.”

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