Page 34 of Hap

I creepout of the bedroom, leaving Alina asleep after I fucked her another two times. In my defence, she started it the third time in the shower when she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. Fuck, seeing her soaking wet body as she looked up at me was like every wet dream come to life. Shaking my head, I adjust myself, trying to get those thoughts out of my head before I walk into the living room. The last thing I need is another erection.

As soon as I step into the lounge, Star, Belle, and Maggie start whistling at me.

“My, my, who would have thought Hap would be such an animal?” Josie mocks, fanning herself.

I flip them off, causing them to burst out laughing. “It’s just so lovely to see our Prospect all grown up,” Star teases, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“Where is everyone?” I ask. If you had asked me what took courage and balls before I joined Black Hearts MC, I would have told you it would be facing death and fighting against some of the most deadliest men out there. Now I would say it takes balls walking into a room full of the cackling ol’ ladies. When they were all together, there was often trouble, and they were fucking savages and would hold no prisoners.

“They are in the dining room waiting for you. They did try and knock earlier, but for some reason you didn’t hear them.” Elsie smirks.

I roll my eyes and turn to leave. “Where’s Alina? Can she walk?” Nova snorts.

“She’s thoroughly fucked and taking a nap,” I yell over my shoulder.

“That’s what I like to hear! Lord knows she earned a good fucking,” Star yells after me, and that’s when I hear Maggie laugh while chastising her.

I walk into the dining room and see all the brothers sat around the table. Their gazes all come to me, and I hold up my hands in apology. “Sorry, I didn’t realise. You should have called me,” I say as I take my seat at the end of the table.

Hawk looks at me with an amused smirk on his face. “We ain’t about to tear you away from all that fun you were having.”

“You earned your break, and I sure as shit wasn’t about to stop her enjoyment. As far as I’m concerned, you need to go back there and give her more fucking orgasms. The woman deserves as many as she wants,” Beast states.

My jaw ticks as the possessive feeling in my chest rumbles to life. “Firstly, don’t let me hear you mention my woman and orgasms again, and secondly, if I catch you listening to mywoman’s pleasure, I will fucking shoot out your kneecaps,” I threaten.

“Aww, it’s love!” Hawk mocks, holding his hand to his chest.

Beast’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Welcome to the club, brother.”

“Okay, now that you’ve all exchanged fucking love stories, can we talk about the shit that matters at this moment in time? Or do you all need to start braiding each other’s hair and talk about your fucking periods?” Ghost growls irritably.

“Well, for a start, Hap has a shaven head, so I ain’t braiding much of his hair.” Acid smirks.

Spider grunts. “He’s probably got more hairs on his balls than his head.”

“I ain’t braiding anyone’s fucking pubes!” Cash protests in disgust.

“I ain’t got any fucking hair. I take care of my junk,” I argue.

“Dixie shaves mine for me,” Rage adds, and we all turn our attention to him. “She sometimes makes patterns.” He shrugs.

“You know, I don’t think there will ever be a time where you don’t fucking disturb us in some way or another, Rage,” Scar mutters.

“Children, can we please fucking focus? I know it feels like we’ve just had a big win with Alina getting us out of jail, but the truth is Eugene is still out there, and none of us are going to rest easy until he is buried six feet under. Now, Elsie has given us a list of her father’s friends that he could have gone to. No doubt he went to them for the arrest to happen, but he wouldn’t have stayed there long. As soon as he was able to, he would have left and gone elsewhere,” Ghost points out. He pauses while Cash pulls out a file and lays out various pictures of people and addresses. “These are the possibilities,” Ghost says, pointing. “We need to figure out which one of these he would be hiding at. We’ve got bankers, doctors, and even lawyers. These are all law-abiding citizens on the surface, but let’s take this bald fucker, for example.” Ghost holds up a photo of a middle-aged balding fat guy in a designer suit. “Gerald here owes Eugene half a mil.”

“Fuck. How in the hell did he get in that much debt?” Spider asks.

“Simple gambling, and this is rich fucker gambling. Don’t feel sorry for Gerald. The reason he hasn’t been able to pay Eugene is because he has been paying hush money to at least three women he sexually assaulted in his office,” Ghost tuts.

Rage curls his lip in disgust. “Then I shall pay him a visit.”

Ghost holds up his hand. “Easy, Rage. Gerald is just one of many of these fuckers with the same or similar story.” Ghost pauses. “I know you want to go home, and I know it’s getting cramped being under each other’s feet, but fuck, I don’t want to give Eugene the opportunity to attack us in our homes. I’ve closed the garage for now and told customers it’s for family reasons.”

“How long is this going to go on for? We need to earn cash,” Scar states. To be honest, I’m thinking the same with a kid on the way.

“I’ve made sure you’re covered for the next month.” Ghost nods to Cash, and he reaches under the table and dishes out envelopes to each of us with our share of money in.

“This came out of your own pocket, didn’t it?” Spider asks, giving Ghost a knowing look.

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