Page 76 of Ruckus

“So, are we headin’ out on this run or not? You know how Cliff hates to be kept waitin’,” he points out.

“Come on.” I hear Rex’s voice and after Davy steps forward, he looks back at me and winks, as he follows them out the door.

I’ve lost track of how long she’s been gone. What I do know is that I’ve wasted every second of that time since.

Sinner and whiskey have become my new best friends and instead of hanging out at the club where all the memories of her are, I’m hiding out here in his apartment.

“How about Lucky Eight?” Sin tips his head toward the blonde with a lucky eight ball tattooed on her ass. I shake my head, same way I have for all the rest of them. I don’t wanna fuck Freya Adams outta my head. I wanna keep her there forever. I also wanna get on my bike, ride to Arizona, and demand she tell me why she let me fall so in love with her. Was hurting me once not fuckin’ enough for her?

“You’ve got so fuckin’ boring since VP’s sister showed up. Look around ya Ruck, I’ve laid on an all you can eat buffet, and you’re tellin’ me ya ain’t hungry?”

“That's what I’m tellin’ ya.” I shrug, before knocking back more whiskey. Sinner’s apartment is crammed full of half-naked females, the music is loud and he’s right. There was a time when I would’ve had a field day with this shit.

“That nasty little redhead was practically droolin’ to suck your cock, you know she does porn, right?” Sin’s eyes areglazed and when I look down at his lap, the girl dressed like a cheerleader is still bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

“Where did you find a fuckin’ cheerleader from?” I laugh.

“I dunno, she came with Clara May.” He fists her hair, lifting her head and making it slip from her mouth.

“Where ya come from, darlin’?” He manages to keep the blunt he’s smoking between his lips while he asks her.

“Originally from Boston but I transfer–”

“I meant how did ya get here?” He laughs.

“We got through to the nationals and Clara said this was the best way to celebrate.” She spreads her palms out on his thighs and looks hungry for more.

“Hold up, are you tellin’ me you’re a real life, fuckin’ cheerleader.” He frowns at her, then shoots his eyes across to me.

“Of course, I am.” She giggles, and when she wraps her hand around his shaft and starts to direct him back toward her mouth, Sin quickly covers it with his hand.

“High school or college?” He raises one of his eyebrows.

“College,” she muffles against his palm.

“Get back to work.” He taps her cheek before pushing her face back onto his cock.

“Sin, I think I need to get back to the club.” I tap my pockets, trying to find my cell. I need clean clothes and some fresh fuckin’ air.

“You go back there and you know what’ll happen. You’re only gonna get more torn up over VP’s sister. You need to forget about her. Here is the perfect place to do that.” I look around the room at all the women drinking, dancing, and having fun. Not one of them appeals to me.

Freya Adams has fuckin’ cursed me.

“Yo, Lucky Eight, get over here!” Sinner calls over to the blonde chick who immediately stops grinding against her friend and makes her way over to us.

“Na, ah, ah.” He shakes his head. “Get on your knees,” he instructs her, and I shake my head when she drops to the floor and seductively starts to crawl.

“How do you get ‘em to do that?” I ask.

“I can get ‘em to do anythin’. Mrs Kirby calls it my compelling charm.” He winks.

“Who the fuck is Mrs Kirby?” I chuckle to myself.

“You know her, she owns the building, and I’m telling ya, she could teach these girls a thing or two.”

“Mrs Kirby, the woman who’s always sweeping the sidewalk?” I have to check I’m hearing him right.

“Next time Saint stops by, ask him why he thinks we ain’t paid no rent in three years?” He laughs before turning his attention to the topless blonde who just crawled to his heel.

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