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“Yes, he is my husband, Ron Stetson, thecongressman. We’d love to sit down with you and talk, hear aboutyour military service. You did really well in the Army,” shestarted babbling and I stared at her. She was only there because ofwhat I had accomplished in the Army.

“Why are you really here for, Marianna. Me orwhat my military career can do for your husband.” A look passedover her face and I knew I had nailed it.

“Stroker, I’ll be up at my house if you needme. I don’t have time for this.” I said and Stroker nodded.

“Ron is up for re-election and yes, yourmilitary service record would help greatly. Is that what you wantto hear?”

“Marianna, let’s just go. It’s obvious hedoesn’t want you here.” Ron stepped around the door and put his armaround Marianna’s shoulder, she shook him off.

“Look around you, Russell. There is nothinghere. Not only would your military record help Ron, it will opendoors for you in DC. The political parties love a hero. You savedthose people in that outside market. Some of the congressmen stilltalk about it. They want you to come to DC and if you do, Ron willhave their support, not only for re-election but for a few bills heis trying to get passed.”

“You know nothing, Marianna! Do you want meto come to DC and talk with your friends about how I obtained thatexemplary military record? Let’s start with my very first killshot. I laid on top of a building for fifteen hours, my scopefocused on an outdoor market 1600 yards away. Intel had told us itwas on a list to be hit because American soldiers had been seen inthe area. A ten-year-old boy walked in the market that day. Why didI focus on him? Because it was 125° that day and he was wearing acoat. When he opened it, he was strapped with a bomb that not onlywould have killed people in the market, it would have taken outhalf the fucking block. I fired and hit him in the head before hedetonated it. Do you know what a .338 fired from a M24 at 1600yards does to the head? I do. I see it almost every night when I goto sleep because you always remember your first kill. So is thatwhat Ron needs to get re-elected, Marianna?” When she didn’t answerand just stared at me, I looked toward her husband.

“Take Marianna and leave. Go back to DC, runfor president for all I care, just don’t contact me again. And,Marianna, I know exactly what I have here. I don’t need to lookaround.” Ron turned her toward the opened car door but Mariannawasn’t done yet. She turned back to face me.

“When you are sitting around the club withnothing, just like Stroker and the rest of them, remember I gaveyou a chance to get out of here,” Marianna waved her hand at thedads who stood off to the side, “You enjoy your life, Russell, andyour little club. Cutter is the luckiest one of them.” Severalthings happened, she turned back to her husband, I heard Speed’s‘what the fuck’, then Carly had let go of my hand and was onMarianna before she could take a step.

“Oh no you don’t!” Carly grabbed Marianna’sarm and turned her around to face her. “You don’t get to spew shitand walk away.” Marianna’s eyes went wide and Ron moved to stepbetween them. I moved to intercept Ron but there was no need, Carlythrew her hand up and Ron stopped in his tracks. “Don’t evenfucking think about protecting her now, Congressman Stetson, or Iwill arrest your ass right here. She started this and I am going toend it. Then you can take your wife and get the fuck out of thiscounty and state and not return.” Ron stepped back and Carlycontinued.

“Don’t ever talk about my dad, Cutter. Youmight wear designer suits now but when the clothes are taken offthere is still a skank underneath. You come in here whining youwere young and couldn’t raise a child. Well boo hoo, age didn’tkeep you from spreading your legs. Then you insult the leadershipof this club. Men who have served their country, raised sons, andlooked after every member in Black Hawk. Get a fucking clue, that’swhat family does, bitch. Now get off Black Hawk land, forget youwere here because we will as soon as you leave. Don’t come backeither or I will arrest you before you hit the county line.”

Speed slapped my back after Carly finishedand stepped away from Marianna.

I looked around and the men’s faces held avariation of smiles. My woman just proved that she would stand upfor the club. I felt bad because she should have been home takingcare of herself instead of dealing with this. But I would make itup to her.

“Brother, you better not piss her off toobad,” Speed said in a low voice as we watched Marianna do exactlywhat Carly said and get in the car. After the door swung shut, thedriver took off. The man had never gotten out of the car. “Andseriously, I will never bitch about Clarice again.”

Carly walked toward me and when she got inreach, I swept her up in my arms and headed to the truck with hootsand whistles sounding behind us.

Once we had gotten back to the house, I sather on the couch. “We didn’t eat much before attending the circus.You want me to grab you something more to eat, baby?”

“No, but I would love to take a bath andsoak.”

“I think that is a great idea. Come on.” Ilifted her back up and carried her upstairs.

“Know what would be better than soaking?” sheasked and I shook my head.

“Watersports.”

I chuckled, walked in the bedroom, and kickedthe door closed behind us. Carly was right, Marianna was alreadyforgotten about.

ChapterFifteen

Carly

I woke to a hand rubbing over my breasts onlyto stop and tweak one of my hardened nipples. Even in sleep my bodyseemed to respond to him. I wiggled my butt against the cock thatwas pressed up against me when it hit me.

“How did you get my clothes off withoutwaking me up?” I’d put a t-shirt and shorts on after we came out ofthe bath but now I laid naked. Crusher chuckled.

“You sleep like the dead.”

“Maybe I was tired. Did you think of thatwhile you were pealing my clothes off?”

“Nope, I woke up cold from where you kickedthe covers off us again. I realized I had morning wood when Ireached down to pull the covers back over us. Didn’t want to wasteit.”

“So you take my clothes—” I didn’t finish mysentence because his tongue circled my ear while he lifted my leg,set it on his thigh, and his cock slid between my pussy lips andthe head hit my clit.

When he pulled back and did it again, Ididn’t care about anything but having his hardness inside me. Iarched my back, pressing my ass back, giving him better access inthe process.

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