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“Is he always that arrogant?” Tamara watched Diesel until he was out of sight.
“You should ask him in a week,” I said. Tamara moved, and I caught up with Diesel. We stopped at the next light. “Gigi, the waitress, and now Tamara. That’s too many even for you.”
“Na, boss. The odds are in my favor. All three will be knocking down my door. Nothing like biker dick.”
11
Trixie
Cutterhadbeenadumbass. We had Brothers right where we wanted, and he fucked it up by letting that Donna whore suck his dick. Like most men, a good dick-sucking made them weak. Donna agreed to give up the club if Cutter got rid of Skittles. I didn’t know what the stupid bitch was thinking by taking her kid along. That’s where everything went to shit.
I stood behind the bar and served every officer and member who approached. It was hard to get a good read on who had a vulnerable side. First off, I needed to know what happened to Donna. She didn’t know who I was but had my number to call. So far, nobody mentioned her name.
“Two beers,” Beast said and sat. He scanned the club. Only two other officers had stuck around for the evening.
I grabbed two beers from the fridge, opened both, and placed them on the counter. “Mark is a cute kid. I think he’ll enjoy being around the club.”
Beast looked me over suspiciously. “What do you know about raising kids?” His tone sucked. Although he knew nothing about me, he didn’t like me. Diesel came in and joined him.
“I had a brother and sister,” I lied. However, if they ran any search, they would find I had a younger brother and older sister. They wouldn’t connect me and Kristine. “And changed a few diapers back in the day.”
“Who brought you into the club?” Beast asked. He gave me his full attention.
“Cinder did. We met at a farmer’s market. I was selling watermelons.”
Diesel looked at my chest. I’d heard stories about him and the women he’d had in the past. I wasn’t interested in chiropractic care, so I avoided him. Watcher joined Beats and Diesel, and I gave him and Diesel each a beer.
“How’s the pussy?” Watcher asked, referring to the punch Skittles’ friend had thrown.
“In perfect operating order.”
Watcher leaned forward and looked around Beast at Diesel. I’d made a mistake. I should have said sore, painful, and not able to fuck. Watcher moved from the stool, walked around the counter, and moved his hand around mine. For a moment, I thought it would be okay. Just Watcher and me, but then he nodded at Diesel.
“You in, Brother?”
“Fuck yeah. Let’s split some wood with this bitch.” Diesel finished his beer and patted Beast on the back. “Sorry, old man, you’ll have to sit this one out.”
“Fuck you,” Beast said. “You make sure she comes out of it alive.”
Watcher led the way down the hall, and Diesel walked behind me, filling the hall with his presence. I couldn’t explain it, but I could feel him close behind. Diesel didn’t have a private room at the club like the officers, so we entered Watcher’s room. The lights were out, and only a sliver of light from outside chased away the darkness. Diesel closed the door, and a breath caught in my throat. Things were about to go sideways, and I was scared shitless being alone with these two.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, not knowing how to get myself out of what I thought was a terrible situation.
The two men removed their kuttes, glanced at one another, and parted.
“You’re free to leave,” Watcher said. “You look shit-faced scared. Go if you can’t hack it.”
I took a step forward but thought better of it. Beast was suspicious. I could feel it in my bones. This could erase that suspicion.
Diesel pulled off his boots and stepped from his jeans. He wore underwear, but they left no doubt his cock was massive. Fuck.
Diesel nodded. “I know. This is your last chance, Trixie. Once we have you, there’s no leaving.” He pulled his shirt off as if to say, “Hey, look what you’re missing.”
Watcher waited for my answer before undressing. “I’m not going to waste my time. You said it was in good working order. Either get to being a good little piece of pussy and ass or leave.”
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on a chair, my eyes never leaving the two who were about to devour my soul. Watcher, I could handle. Diesel fucking terrified me.
They watched my jeans come off and watched my panties and bra drop to the floor. I’d expected them to charge forward, but they didn’t.
