They even threaten to take the kids that you share. They put the fear of God into you until you believe that if you leave, you will never see the kids again. This is what Nigel did to me. He used my kids to keep me with him. I was beaten down physically and emotionally.
So people need to look deeper before passing judgement on someone who has had their soul crushed. Not everything is as it seems on the outside.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SOLO
My back aches like hell as sweat covers my entire body. I need a fucking shower because I stink to high heaven. We are on a run for the club, and currently, Kink, Woody, the pretty prospect and I are unloading a van full of boxes ready for them to be shipped.
“Oh, my handsome man, I have missed you. Are you still with that whore?” Émile’s sing-song voice rings out as he climbs out of his expensive-looking car.
“Émile, I know you think you hold the power here, man, but fuck me, you need to watch what you call my woman,” Kink growls, stepping closer to the man.
His guards step in, but Kink will not back down when it comes to someone saying shit about Adele. I match the fuckers’ steps and take my brother’s back, as does Woody and the prospect, who knows what his job here is.
Émile’s men load up their vehicles while we deal with the fucker’s tantrums.
“I do have the power, Kink, like I always do. Without me, you and the club would have no money,” Émile says with a smirk on his face.
“That is where you are wrong. We don’t need your cash, Émile. We have many others who buy from us. We don’t need you as much as you need us. Now,let’s get this shit done so we can leave, because I have a very hot and needy woman waiting for me at home.” This time, Kink smirks, and I see Émile’s face get red with anger.
“If you break the contract between us, Kink, I want more guns for my money or a fucking discount. A large one. I told you this,non,” he spits out.
Kink grins at me and nods to the prospect.
“No discount and no more guns like you have requested. But here is my final offer.You take your kisses from the prospect, who likes a bit of dick from time to time, and you forget ever touching me again. I was fucking stupid to agree to this shit from the beginning,” Kink bitches.
“You were thinking with your young cock, brother.” Woody laughs.
Kink flips him off and we all turn to watch Émile stalk around the young prospect with eager eyes. He scans him from head to foot, and I have to give it to the guy; he smirks right back at Émile with approbation in his eyes.
Oh fuck, he likes what he sees too.
Émile folds his arms across his chest, then waves one hand at the prospect with flare.
“He will do nicely, but I want more than his mouth on mine,” he challenges.
The prospect looks to Kink, then to me, as I am the more senior member, even though Woody is older than me. I nod.
“Your body, your choice, prospect.” After a minute, he looks to Émile.
“I will take the offer, in my service to the Royal Bastards MC.” He steps forward so he is almost flush with Émile. “But I top, handsome.”
Émile’s cheeks flush pink with excitement, then he claps his hands like a happy seal.
“We will make plans.” Then he is off, leaving all of us standing around watching as he drives off.
“Damn, kid, you know how to make a man excited, don’t you?” Woody slaps the prospect on the back.
“I’m not fussy when it comes to sex. If this helps the club, then I will step up and get my credit with Pres and the brotehrs—and get a few orgasms while I’m at it.” He grins.
“You’re a kinky fucker, you know that?” Kink mutters as we reach our bikes.
“Let’s get the fuck back to the clubhouse. I need a shower and to see my woman,” I moan, mounting my bike.
We pull away from the meeting spot, which has changed as we got word that our usual spot was being watched due to some kids setting fires to the area.
Woody likes to take the long way home after a run, so we can stop by a local café that he loves buying from. He says the cakesare to die for, but if you ask me, it has something to do with the chick who owns the place.