Page 89 of Savage Daddies

“You need to get out.Now.”

Poet emerges. “Were you with Felix?”

Zoe steps out. “Oh my god, what did he say?”

Bullwhip’s snarl overrides us all. “There’s no time to chat. Just get out. He’s downstairs. Use the library window.”

I laugh. “Why are we running away like pussies?”

Poet stands beside me. “Exactly. Escaping shames the whole club, and all the members that came before us. No. We’re going nowhere. Where the fuck is he?—?”

“Ah.” Felix’s voice silences us all. “You managed to find Zoe’s bedroom alright, and your two lesser friends.”

Twolesserfriends?

I can’t help but scowl.

That’s when Poet launches himself at Felix, swinging an arm around his neck to bring him into a headlock. The man barks out an animalistic sound, grits his teeth, and tears the arm away.

“You want to hug, do you?” Felix snarls.

Zoe loiters behind the closet door, green eyes alive with fright.

Felix turns on her. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? No self-control. You should be ashamed.” This make Zoe back even further into the closet. “You’re nothing but a whore.”

Fire explodes inside of me, driving me forward to press the son of a bitch against the wall. He hisses. Even canines have prettier faces.

Poet then takes the opportunity to close his hand into a fist and punch.

Felix’s lopsided head crashes into the wall.

To be honest, cracking his nose and jaw might even straighten the features out for him, and pretty him up a little. With millions stashed away, he could afford the best plastic surgeon in the world…but he doesn’t.

He must enjoy looking like a freak.

“Venom Vultures. I’ve heard whispers of you. You think hiding away in the desert keeps you safe, right?” He frowns, seeming unaffected by the punches. Blood drizzles down his face, but he doesn’t even wince. “You pay whores to fuck you, don’t you? Can you not get any action for free? Zoe here would fit right in at the clubhouse. You three have proved what I always thought to be true—that she has zero standards. That whore will widen her legs for anyone who gives her a sliver of attention.”

Poet and I throw a punch at the same time.

Felix continues laughing. “You’ve wrangled yourself a good deal, I must say. Sheisvery beautiful, and I know what you bikers are like about taking advantage. Maybe you all can fuck her right now and let me watch so I can take pleasure in seeing how much of an easy slut she is.”

I say nothing. Just wrap my hand around Felix’s dick and pull.

Small, as expected. I’m surprised he even sports a penis and set of balls.

“He doesn’t have working testicles,” laughs Poet. “That’s not gonna work.” He turns to Bullwhip who, strangely, just stands and stares. He’s the killer between us three. We’re not playing musical statues—what the fuck is he doing? He has agun.

“Bullwhip?!” hisses Poet.

No response.

“BULLWHIP?” Poet gestures to the inside of his jacket as I continue punching. “Now!”

Rigidly, Bullwhip slips a hand beneath his jacket to wrap his hand around the weapon stored there, but he doesn’t shoot immediately like he normally does.

He just furrows his brows and thinks.

I grimace. Did Felix sedate him or something? What’s going on? He holds enemies at gunpoint quicker than drowning people draw their first breath. Something’s gotten into him.

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