Page 9 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
“Shock’s an asshole.”
“Isaid, you need to cool off.”
Damn it.“I know.”
“Didn’t know red hair was your kryptonite.Always pegged you for an equal opportunity kind of guy.”
“Listen to you talk.Mr.Brunette to blonde.”
“That’s enough.”Pinner’s scowl deepened.He had one of those unfortunate faces that was ugly most of the time.But when he frowned, he was downright hideous.
“Well, I think you know that you should know better,” I started.
“As should you.”The warning note in his voice was unmistakable.
“My kryptonite is whores,” I stated proudly.
“No, it ain’t.”
I crushed my cigarette under my boot and squinted at him.“Of course it is.My mother was a whore.Anyone who mistreats ‘em gets on my bad side.”
“Is that what this is?You sure?”
“Yeah.That’s all this is.”It should be, right?
“You’re lying.Maybe even lying to yourself.You met your type.And it’s ‘damsel in distress.’”
He was so wrong.“Oh, nowthat’sbullshit.”My sainted, unsaintly mother was no damsel in distress.She was a proud whore who managed to make a promising career out of prostitution.Even her brief interlude of motherhood hadn’t affected her life plan of making a bundle of scratch by taking dick and then retiring early.I’d learned a lot from her wisdom.Foremost was that women were prettiest when happy.Even prettier when they glowed with pride.
Fragile women never turned my crank as much as strong ones did.I enjoyed seeing that gleam of spirit shining from them nearly as much as I loved watching them cum.
“Bullshit or not, son, that woman is trouble.”
“No shit.”One of the biggest rules of the club was, “Do not covet your brother’s shit.”
“Why did you slip Sprout your phone?”
He’d noticed that?I supposed someone would.I’d been in the center of the room.All eyes were on the two presidents, or should have been if you gave a rat’s ass about power.
“He wanted to call his girlfriend,” I lied.
Pinner sighed.“That is a rotten lie.That boy has access to no fewer than six hookers who’d gladly pop his cherry.He doesn’t need a girlfriend, let alone have one.Stop blowing smoke up my ass.Why?”
I scanned the party dregs that landed outside the club’s main building.I even searched the shadows between the rows of cars piled up around us.“To give to Ma.”
His grunt was something between acknowledgment and disagreement.
Toro joined us.“Are you hijacking my Sergeant, Pinner?”
Pinner laughed.“Naw, just catching air.I’m going to go in and see if my lady needs me to take her and Poppy home.That okay with you, boss?”
“You might want to stay home with them, and a word of advice,don’toffer anyone else a ride, got it?”
Pinner’s eyes shifted to mine.“Understood.”
Toro waited until Pinner shambled to the back door by the kitchen.He unwound the chain some numbnuts wrapped around it.
“We gotta go inside.”
