Page 89 of Clash
“What exactly do you need, Clash?”
I sat in the chair in front of them and allowed Alex to climb on my lap. It felt weird since the only asses to ever grace my lap’s presence wore g-strings and pasties one hundred percent of the time. But having Alex on my lap felt natural, and not in a weird way, like a fatherly way. A word that felt so unnatural and wrong, but right all at the same time.
“Full access to the club’s resources. Can we put Danger’s specific talents to use, maybe? I need to see if we can get some footage of the vehicle that took her, and which way they went.”
Snyder nodded, waving a hand in front of him like he was some regal leader. He may be a leader, but there was definitely not a regal bone in his body. Lord of the Assholes was probably the only title that man would ever fucking receive. “Consider it done.”
“I’m gonna need help too, just in case shit goes awry,” I covered Alex’s ears and mouthed the words,“Clean up duty,”before uncovering them again.
“My mommy does that when she doesn’t want me to hear bad things. Are you going to do bad things to my mommy, Mr. Clash?”
The three men in front of me had to hide their snickers, knowing damn well that there were probably numerous bad things I’d already done to her. They weren’t wrong, but this time, a motherfucker wasn’t going to kiss and tell.
“No, I’m not, Alex. I’m going to find your mommy and bring her home.”
Alex’s toothy grin widened, warming my heart all over again. “Oh good, ‘cause my mommy says that you’re not a bad man but you do bad things. I didn’t believe her, because you’re really nice, but she doesn’t think you’ll be good for us.”
Shit has drastically changed, Alex. For the good.
Snyder laughed. “Sounds like your mommy has good taste, Alex. Not many women like Clash… they say he smells.”
Behind Alex’s head I flipped Snyder off, making him snicker even more.“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.”I mouthed, still flipping him the bird.
Alex gasped, and I felt his tiny hand close around my finger, pushing it down until my hand formed a fist. He looked absolutely mortified. “Don’t do that, Mr. Clash!” he screeched. “Mommy says that’s the bad finger and you should never flash it at people. It’s not nice.”
“Yeah, Clash, be nice,” Snyder taunted, his stupid smile spreading as he took another drink from his beer. “There are kids ducking present, you stupid duck.”
“I’m gonna stuff that duck right up your anal oven, if you’re not careful, Snyder.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“I like ducks!” Alex chimed in. “This one time Mommy took me to a pond, and it had lots of ducks. And I shouted here ducky, ducky, until all the birdies came to a stop in front of me, trying to steal my bread.”
There was no combating that, so I just shook my head, chuckling before focusing my attention back on my brothers.
“Enough of the arguing. Are you guys going to help me or not?”
Snyder stood to his feet, cupped his hand around his mouth, then in the loudest voice he could muster he shouted the word, “CHURCH!” as loud as he could.
Tickling Alex’s side, I whispered in his ear. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re gonna save your mommy.”
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Danger typed away at his keyboard, his computer doing things and flashing numbers I’d never seen before. Every minute that passed was another minute I couldn’t handle. My fury was building, and all I wanted to do was punch and kick things.
After Church, Snyder had Danger start looking for Gina. All of my brothers seemed shocked as fuck that I was determined to find and save her, all of them questioning me with stupid, idiotic questions.
“Where did you meet her?”
“How come we haven’t met her yet?”
“Have you tasted her pussy?”
That last one ended with Wasp being laid out on the floor. I didn’t give a fuck that he was my brother. It was no one’s business but my own who I was fucking, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Can’t you type any fucking faster, Prospect?”
Danger shook his head, his long brown hair shaking behind him. For a guy, he sure looked like a chick from behind.
