Page 88 of Restless
The private room on the second floor of his club resembled a mini casino with a curved bar that stocked only the best liquor, two slot machines, a roulette wheel, and two poker tables. Boy only allowed a select few to enjoy this room; the privilege always came with a hefty price tag.
A gorgeous woman with wild hair, big tits, a small waist, shaved pussy, delicious ass, and long legs stepped between Boy and Derby. She had a sandy brown complexion that glistened with vanilla-scented oil.
“Another round for the table, Pepper,” Boy said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Dez and Derby, president of the Scorched Devils and Burning Hounds respectively, stared at her. Smiling, she licked her lips.
“Hey, Dez,” she cooed.
The Devil’s leader flushed. He had a ruddy complexion and red hair. He was rather a soft-spoken man who sought the protection of the Dwellers. “Hey, babe.”
She nodded to Derby. “How’s Serina?”
Digger frowned. “She the bitch with the brother Outlaw fucked up?”
“One and the same,” Derby said.
“Who her baby daddy?” Digger asked. “You or your son?”
“I’m the grandfather,” Derby responded with a grin.
Boy tweaked one of Pepper’s nipples. “The drinks and then cock sucks all around.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, turned on her stilettos and sailed off.
“Fuck, it’s a good thing the other two motherfuckers folded and jetted,” Digger said. “She’d have a lot of dicks to get off.”
“She’s a pro,” Mouse, the Night Flyer’s enforcer, said. He had a strong resemblance to Mighty Mouse, hence the road name. “I’ve seen her suck off ten motherfuckers.”
Mortician lifted a brow at his brother. “You get your cock sucked when you come to poker night?” he asked, shocked.
“Fuck, no! I don’t cheat on Bunny. That still leaves four dicks to suck.” Digger gave Mortician a sly look. “Or is it five?”
“Fuck you. Fuck off. You know I love Bailey.”
“Pepper has a mouth like a suction cup,” Derby offered. “A cock suck won’t hurt.”
“Where Gypsy?” Mort asked with sarcasm. “Sucking dick usually lead to fucking dick.”
“You here for a reason, bruh,” Digger said, shaking his head. “You rarely buy a seat at the poker table. The last time you came, Outlaw, Johnnie, Val, and Cash was here.”
“As far as I recall, you only come when Outlaw does,” Boy added as Pepper returned, carrying a tray crowded with an assortment of alcohol.
“Boy, Paco wants to know if the cards are finished?” she said, handing out the bottles.
“What do you say, fellas?” Boy asked, opening his gin and sipping. “Another round? All or nothing.”
“I’m done,” Mort said.
No one wanted another round, so Boy ordered everyone else but Pepper to clear out, bringing a screeching silence to the room once the background music ended and the other girls departed, laughing and rowdy. The bartender and poker dealer followed behind, leaving only Mort and the rest of them at the table.
“I know Outlaw bought in,” Boy continued, “but he forfeited his money because he refuses to leave Meggie’s side.”
“Who’s first?” Pepper asked, glancing at each of them, her gaze training on Mortician. “You, Mort? You’re not a regular, so anything you want is on the house.”
Mouse stood. “Come on, baby. My nuts are about to explode, watching your ass cheeks bounce.”
“Sucks are free,” Boy said. “Fucks are five hundred, payable upfront.”
