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“He fucking raped her, brother. Controlled what she did and hit her. Do you think she would, after hiding from him the second he went to prison?”

He holds his hands up in front of him. “Hey, just asking, man, I don’t know the chick yet. You hear all about these girls who like that kind of stuff and go willingly to their abuser because he has brain washed them.”

“You watch too much TV, brother.” Ice shakes his head at him.

“She is scared of him, so no, she would not go back to him. Not that I would let her anyway; she is mine.”

“Good, ‘bout time you young fuckers settled down. We need more Ol’ Ladies up in club, my woman fucking hates the club girls hitting on me,” Ice declared.

He is a good looking guy for his age, all silver hair, and beard to match. Louise is eleven years younger than him, so she keeps him young; they have a great marriage and fuck me, I want what they have.

Looking over to Madalyn, she is now sitting back with the women, drinking and having a good time.

She needed time to get to know the women, to build a friendship because she will be here at the club most days when she is not working. Mads was weary about being with me, and my life and the club were no exception to her worry.

However, the genuine camaraderie among the women seemed to soften her reservations, that and the alcohol they are consuming. I hope in time she will start to see them as a second family, a support system she never had before, outside of Peter, Darian, and her sister, Aria.

She needs more female friends in her life and I want that for her with the Ol’ Ladies of the club.

“No Ol’ Lady for me.” Savage winks at Ice, making the fucker laugh loudly, gaining the attention of the women. “Pussy does nothing for me; now offer me a big cock and a tight ass and I am ready to claim any fucker.”

“You are a dirty bastard, Savage,” Ice chimes in, still laughing.

“Yeah, I am,” he proudly replies.

“I am not looking to settle down. I like a variety of pussy, man. My cock likes to come in all shapes and sizes.” Forge winks.

“Fuck me, you young cunts. We would go hunting for our woman back in the day. Locking a bitch down was a highlight of the club, watching women fall at our feet and we had our pickings,” Bolt admits.

“Bernard David Milner, you did not just call women bitches and admit to taking your pick.”

We all laugh as his face goes white after Tracie calls across the room to him. The guys clap and cheer that he has been called out. Cat-calling fills the room.

“No, baby, you must have misheard me, I would never do that,” he backtracks, making us laugh harder.

She stands on the spot, hands on hips, glaring at her man. Madalyn’s shoulders shake with laughter, her smile brightening up the fucking room.

Damn, I am gone for this woman.

Charm sits up, scanning the room, her focus stopping on Madalyn. Ares barks, joining in the laughter. Zeus huffs, turning in a circle and settling back down, but not before he nudges Charm’s hind leg, letting her know that everyone is safe.

“You got told, brother.” Forge laughs so hard his chair topples back, hitting the floor hard.

We laugh harder seeing the prick sprawled out on the floor, laughing. This is what we are about, besides the hard shit we deal with. Family and mocking someone, cheering them on when they get scolded by their woman.

Laughing is good for the motherfucking soul.

Bolt jumps to his feet, rushing across then room to his woman. Pulling her into his arms, he kisses her hard and she melts against him. Even after all these years of being married, he still affects her and her him.

They leave the room to the sounds of cat-calling and cheering that he is getting some. I wink at Mads when she looks across to me, her cheeks rosy from the alcohol.

“You okay?” I mouth to her.

She nods and takes a sip of her drink, her tongue slipping out to catch the drop that lands on her bottom lip and just like that I am hard as steel. With our gazes still locked, I reach down and adjust my hard cock in my pants, causing the color in her cheeks to darken, and lust stares back at me.

Once everyone has calmed their asses down, Racer downs the rest of his drink, signaling for another.

“I will put a call into the Fort Lauderdale club and see if Maverick or Astrid can dig deeper than what we can on this crew. Knowing the age of these brats, they will have a social media account for their races.”

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