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“It doesn’t matter if he’s been fucking four women a day; he has laid claim to Elsie and she will be his when she is ready to come back.” Pres speaks up, looking at me. I can feel the weight of his stare, and I give it right back.

I am the eldest Huskins son, so I know what is expected of me being the president’s son.

“Elsie is mine, so are the kids. She will come back to me, and in the meantime, I will not stick my cock in any other women.”

“If you say so, brother. Seems to me that she is happy where she is.” Woody shrugs, grinning.

“Do you want your head caved in? You know he is capable of it,” Dutch throws out.

He is right.

I am a big motherfucker.

People will literally cross the street when they see me with my big body, which is covered in tattoos. My hair is short and my beard matches it, giving me a menacing look. But Elsie... fuck me, she liked what she saw. Her eyes showed me that she wasn’t scared of me, and that shit sent my ego flying.

Woody waves off Dutch’s warning and Pres gets back into business mode.

“Back to Émile...”

Kink sighs. “He hates that I will no longer offer up my mouth for him, so he wants either a discount or more guns for his money. However you want to do it. I told him to fuck off, and he got pissed. So far, he hasn’t threatened Adele, but the second he does, our relationship with him and his father is done.” Kink’s voice takes a hard turn towards the end of his explanation.

“Damn right it is. No fucker threatens a Royal Bastard’s ol’ lady. He is not getting a discount or more guns. See if he wants something else,” Pres says.

“What about the pretty prospect?”

Kink looks to me at my question.

“Is he gay, or at least bi?” my brother enquires.

“Gay, I think. I’ve caught him getting his cock sucked and seen him sucking dick a time or two at the pub in town.” I shrug.

Kink thinks on my words. He rubs his chin, looking at me. “I will talk to him. If he will take on Émile, then we don’t have to lose out.”

“Get on that when Church is over,” Pres announces. “Anything else?”

“We need more club girls, Pres. Three left last week, wanting to find finer things in life,” Boost whines from his seat.

Pres laughs before taking a pull from his cigar. As far back as I can remember, my father has always smoked his cigars. Whenever I smell the scent from them, it makes me think of him.

“Get on that, but make sure the girls know that the taken members are off limits unless they state otherwise. The lastthing I need is a bitching ol’ lady causing fights because her ol’ man can’t keep his cock out of loose pussy.”

Boost rubs his hands together and smirks at Pres. Judging by the look on his face, he already has some chicks lined up for the job.

They may be club girls—women who fuck the members for a good time—but they keep the clubhouse clean. Nadine makes sure of that. The girls do get a wage from the club. It isn’t much because all of the sex they get is part payment for them being here.

“The club’s businesses are looking good. Full accounts, cash in the safe, and more contracts coming in,” Kink informs the room.

“The Delanys want to trade also. They want more guns over in Ireland,” Fritz tells Pres, who nods.

“I also may have something from over in the US. I will look into it when I take Una over to see Creed and the boys in Jacksonville,” Dutch adds.

“Sounds good. Check in with them and we will look over what they want. If that is all, I need to go and fuck my woman before the daughter-in-law takes all of her attention from me.” Pres smirks as Kink fake gags, making everyone laugh.

We leave Church, collecting our phones on the way.

“So, do you think Elsie will come back, brother?” Dutch asks as we sidle up to the bar.

“Yeah, she will. She has it bad for our big brother. But her and the kids went through some hard shit and they need time to digest all of that. My woman told me that kids can bounce back from abuse but some get scarred for life. I think Elsie just wantsto make sure the kids are good,” Kink says, and his words hit me in the chest.

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