Page 41 of Avenging Devil: Part 1

Pennywise collapses over the table, dropping his head into his hand. His shoulders are shaking.

What?I just voiced what everyone else must have thought.

When she comes back to suggest she’s due a break about the time we’d be finished with our meals, we’re still no nearer to discerning exactly who she wants, or maybe it’s us all?

She can count me out. A quick fuck in a roadside stop is certainly not something I have on my bucket list.

When she leaves again, I point my fork at the blond biker seated opposite. “You should take one for the team. We might have to wait the two minutes but at least it won’t keep us off the road for too long.”

Dusty, quick as a flash, retorts, “See, now you’re just projecting your problems onto me, Niran. A real man takes longer than that.”

Yeah, I probably walked straight into that. I shrug.

“No fuckin’ work ethic.” Salem gets in on the act. “If you do a job, you should do it properly.”

I can’t let them have it all their own way. “Yeah, but if you have a Black dick, the bitches can’t take it for long.”

Now it’s Salem who snorts so loud, his exhaled air pushes food off his fork.

“Oh fuck, she’s coming back,” Pennywise hisses.

“So, boys, what can I do for you?”

“The check, please, ma’am,” Snips requests with a wide grin that shows all his missing teeth. “Then I’ll meet you outside if you like.” He waggles his tongue in emphasis.

Her eyes widen and she runs off like a scalded cat.

Having paid the waitress who refused to meet any of our eyes, we exit the restaurant laughing and with arms slapping each other’s backs.

I return to the clubhouse renewed and refreshed, pleased to find Cyn smiling. When she drags me up to her room to show me the clothes she’d bought, my only concern is how she could afford them.

Her answer comes fast. “I’ve still got some money left from my college fund. And Dad gives me an allowance on top.”

Of course he does.I had to make my own way, but then I wasn’t ofhisblood, just a kid he had to adopt. Believing I’m a better man for it, I admire them, glad to see Alex has contained her excessive tendencies, and that she hadn’t gone shopping with the club girls. Her clothes, unlike those she arrived in, are fashionable and well suited to her age without being overly revealing. Not that I subscribe to the notion that women are responsible for encouraging the excesses of men, women should be able to wear whatever they want without having to face repercussions. But I do firmly believe there are some parts of the human body that should be reserved for the eyes of a partner, and not anyone else.

Her good mood continues through dinner and into the evening, leaving me in one too. I’m enjoying a drink and a chat with Scribe, relishing for once not having an eavesdropper sitting beside me, until suddenly I spin around to find the reason for the burst of childish giggles which reaches my ears.

Fuck my life.

Cyn’s with the club girls, cavorting on the pole. When they see I notice, my brothers quickly avert their eyes.

“Cyn! Get down here, now!” I roar, noticing, like the whores, she’s stripped down to her bra and panties.Girl’s got no fucking sense.While I trust my brothers to look but not touch, more than one I notice is adjusting themselves.

I make my way across, only to be told, “I’m having fun.”

“Put your fuckin’ clothes on,” I snarl, trying to shield her body. Her bra’s so sheer I get a glimpse of nipples before I avert my eyes.

She comes off the stage, approaching me with her middle finger pointed my way and stabs it into my chest. “You sound like Dad.”

That’s one insult too many. Taking her elbow, and with the other hand catching the clothes Kink has retrieved and thrown at me, I lead her away, taking her to the far corner of the room where we can speak undisturbed. When I let her go, she rubs her arm ruefully. I roll my eyes. My grip was firm, but it wouldn’t have hurt. Thrusting her clothes into her hands, I wait with arms folded while she puts them on.

“Cyn,” I start, choosing my words carefully. “Have some fuckin’ self-respect. You’ve got every man here eye-fucking you. Is that what you want?”

“I was having fun,” she repeats, sticking out her lower lip. “I was doing it for me, not them. And they…” she jerks her head to where Cindy, Pearl and Tits are standing, staring across the room, looking slightly anxious as if I’ll berate them next. I won’t. They might have encouraged her to dance, but I doubt they’d have been behind her stripping.

“Cyn, it’s not the cavorting around the pole I object to, it’s the time and the place. Alex will gladly give you lessons if you ask.”During the day, when Dart’s chased everyone else away.“You know why Cindy, Tits and Pearl dance on the pole?”

“Well, duh. It’s exercise. They enjoy it.”

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