Page 33 of Fanatic

“Yup!” Thalia crowed. I began laughing hard again.

“Knew it!” Clio exclaimed.

Tati shook her head and handed Clio fifty bucks. “Bitch!”

“You bet on me?” Thalia cried in mock disapproval.

“Bitch, you bet that Chance wouldn’t make me scream the other night,” Clio retorted.

“Clio screamed within five minutes of Chance getting home. He’d hurt his back, so we bet that sex was off the menu. Clio went reverse cowgirl instead,” Bunny informed me.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed and wiped tears from my eyes.

“Okay, you can’t tell anyone,” Kenny said, leaning in. We all crowded round as she began whispering.

“You know Rooster can be a bit anxious about his leg, especially sometimes at night. Not often, but occasionally, we get a blip, and Rooster’s confidence falls. Well, we’ve decided some role play wouldn’t hurt when it’s one of those nights,” Kenny whispered.

My mind suddenly went all sorts of places.

“The other night, we were doing Terminator, and Rooster had put these glowing red contacts in. At first, it was off-putting, but once Rooster got down and dirty, heck, he could have glowed orange for all I cared.”

“Okay,” Alice murmured.

“We must have got a bit loud because suddenly Rooster was under attack. Brax had barged into our room and thought I was being attacked…”

“Oh no!” I gasped.

“Hell, yeah. Rooster looked at Brax with glowing eyes, and the next thing, Brax had whipped Rooster’s leg off and was beating him with it. Meanwhile, Brax was hollering for Finn and Kit to get in and save Kenny! Kit came in and snatched Rooster’s spare leg and screamed when he saw Rooster’s eyes.

“Rooster started yelling, I began screaming, the kids were bellowing war cries, and in the midst of this entered Chatter, who’d heard the commotion. Chatter took one look at the glowing red eyes, grabbed the children, shoved them behind him and shot at Rooster. Rooster dived to the side, and the bullet just missed him.” Kenny laughed and couldn’t finish. We all joined in as a shadow covered us.

“To save Rooster, Kenny leapt out of bed, wearing this baby doll nightie, and tackled me. I ended up being horse whipped with a fake wooden leg for having my hands full of her ass. Rooster left bruises. They play some weird sex games,” Chatter murmured, and we wailed with laughter. Chatter winked at us, something that shocked us, before heading off to the bar.

“I’ll be back!” Chatter threw over his shoulder, reducing us to fits again.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” Rooster yelled.

“Hasta la vista, baby!” Chatter boomed and took to his heels, and Rooster leapt up and pointed at him.

“Twenty bucks each, kids, for whoever gets him,” Rooster shouted.

“Make it thirty, Dad,” Kit called back.

“Deal!” Rooster agreed, and the kids tore off in a gang, all yelling war cries.

“Damn!” I muttered.

“Good times,” Kenny crowed, and I couldn’t help but agree.

Chapter Seven.

Willow

Iwas unpacking the following day in the kitchen while my house was as busy as a beehive. Although they’d not mentioned it last night, the old ladies had spent yesterday packing up my previous home and getting everything ready for today. Since nine this morning, candidates had been dropping items off. They were using the club van, so they would fill it and then bring it here before returning for the next load. The brothers were here helping move heavy furniture around and carry boxes for their women.

The old ladies had scrubbed the house from top to bottom, which seemed pointless, as it had been scrupulously clean already. They’d then cleaned or hoovered every floor and beaten curtains. Fanatic had disappeared out the back with several of Hellfire who’d arrived under the guise of helping.

They were discussing where the grill and shit went. Clearly important stuff.

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