Page 2 of Breaker

As I turn to leave, I thank Heather with a nod. She nods back.

I leave sick bay in search of Butcher. I find him nursing a beer with a club whore rubbing her fake titties all up in his face. He’s got an old lady, Norma but what goes on in the clubhouse is not anyone’s business, let alone the old ladies. I would never cheat but what my brothers do is not my business unless it brings trouble to the club. Old ladies are only allowed in the clubhouse when we have family days and picnics. When I first became President of the Corrupted Saints, I bought this old shoe factory we now use as the clubhouse. It’s got a huge open floor plan with church off towards the back and rooms for the brothers and me to sleep in if we need to. Some of the brothers stay here full time. The main room has a bar, kitchen in the back with pool tables, couches, and a TV.

I make my way towards Butcher and clear my throat. There’s a bunch of brothers around nursing beers and smoking a few joints here and there. A few nod their heads giving me chin lifts as a sign of respect. I don’t allow hard drugs in my club. There is always plenty of pussy and booze for them but anything more than a joint and you’re out. We may transport the hard shit but we don’t do the shit.

The club whore looks up at me as I reach Butcher and licks her lips. “Hey Breaker baby, you want to join in on the fun,” she says with her squeaky little voice.

Butcher finishes his beer and turns around to face me. He turns to the whore, “Candy, baby we are gonna finish this later,” he says as he motorboats her fake tits. I never liked fake tits, they feel like sandbags to me.

“Awww, I wanted to meet the Butcher tonight,” she says pouting her fake as lips and rubbing her tits on his chest. Butcher got his nickname because he apparently butchers a girl’s pussy after he is done with her. I’ve seen some of them leave his room barely walking right.

I growl in my throat making sure they know they are keeping me waiting. The girl looks up at me and scatters away.

“Butcher, what the fuck happened tonight?” I said.

He turns to me just as the prospect walks up. “Some motherfuckers decided to touch one of the dancers,” he said while rubbing his face. Butcher is an original MC member, I know he wouldn’t get into a fight for no reason.

“How’s the girl that was harassed?” I ask. They may be strippers but I watch my own.

The prospect opens his mouth to talk. I stop him before he gets a word out. “Did I ask you prospect?”

“No sir,” he says turning red. I turn to Butcher. I am starting to wonder about this prospect. This isn’t the first time he has been caught in some trouble. He was causing trouble at the tattoo shop a few weeks back.

“The girl’s fine, she was a little scared but I threw in a few hundreds and told her to go home. She was more scared than anything but she wasn’t physically hurt,” he said.

“What about the motherfuckers who touched her?”

“They ran away like the pussies they are. We beat them and they looked like chopped meat. I told them to never come back. I think they go the point,” Butcher said.

“Alright man,” I nod to him. I turn to the prospect, “You fine Prospect?”

“Yeah, Pres,” he says. Something is off with this guy.

“You’re on bike clean up until that arm heals up,” I say to him. I don’t need an injured guy keeping guard when he has a weakness. Plus I don’t trust this guy. I’m gonna ask Tank about him later and have Rock look into his background. If there is something he is hiding, we will find it.

“Are you serious?” the prospect says to me.

I am about to grab his collar, when, “What the fuck you say prospect,” it’s Buzz, my Sargent at Arms. “You need to learn your manners boy and know your place, motherfucker.” Pushing him away so he tumbles to the floor. The prospect walks away, not daring to look at me. We call my Sargent at Arms Buzz because he always keeps a buzz cut. He did three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan and he is one tough motherfucker, almost bigger than Tank.

I nod towards him, “Buzz.”

“Pres, something is wrong with that prospect. I don’t like that motherfucker and he shows disrespect,” he says.

“Something is wrong with him. Talk to Crash and find out why he wanted to be his Daddy,” I said. Being someone’s daddy means they basically sponsor a prospect and vouch for them to come into the club.

He nods then walks away. He is such a big, mean motherfucker but has a baby face.

I sigh and rub my face. I yell to another prospect behind the bar to bring me a beer and a shot of whiskey. I shoot the shot and chase it with my beer. I need to get myself into something warm tonight. Where’s Mags, she was the newest club whore and doesn’t have a pussy the size of a hallway. I scan the room and find her by the pool tables. She sees me and starts to walk over.

She rubs up on my chest, “Breaker baby you look like you need some lovin’.”

She tries to lean up and kiss me. I turn away. There is one thing I don’t do and that is kiss. Her mouth has been on every brother’s cock and I don’t need that shit on me. “I don’t kiss,” I say, as I yank her to me by the wrist. I can feel her breathing harder. I stand up and pull her to my room and she immediately drops to her knees and starts to undo my pants.

She pulls out my cock and starts to swirl her tongue on the tip. “Damn baby, this is the biggest cock I have ever seen,” she said.

I don’t feel like talking. I grab the back of her head and start to fuck her mouth.

CHAPTER 3

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