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I pulled away from the whorehouse with more problems than I had when I arrived. A son? Life was less complicated in Varner. And why now? Donna didn’t just show up out of the blue. She wanted something. Money? Child support? What was her game?
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Skittles
Marcusleftmeinthe clubhouse’s main gathering area, where most everyone was passed out in various uncouth positions and locations. I was only concerned about three people, and none of the three were in the room.
Diesel appeared from the hallway leading to the officers’ rooms. He was zipping his jeans and carrying his shirt. He wasn’t Marcus but built like a beast. He pulled on the shirt and stopped at the bar. He pulled a sleeping whore off a stool, laid her on the floor, and sat. I walked behind the bar and grabbed him a beer.
“Gigi back there with you?” Elbows on the table, I leaned forward. I knew she was back there by how he walked down the hall. Diesel was a persistent man, and I never knew him not to get what he wanted. “She’s getting married in six months. I think you should know that.”
Diesel killed half the beer and put it down. “She didn’t mention it. But she was face down so much I may not have heard her.” He looked into my eyes. “You and I know she won’t marry this asshole after being with me. She’ll go home tomorrow but will be back, and I don’t mean in a month. She’ll be back by next weekend.”
“Damn, Diesel. You know she’s not the club type. She’ll get scared and run off and not be back. She’s not the typical girl you bang.”
“You don’t get it, Skittles. You know how good pussy can make a man do fucked up things? Dick is the same way for a woman.” He laughed and sat back. “This dick,” he pointed at his crotch, “makes them come back.” He wagged his finger. “I’m not feeding my ego, Skittles. I’m speaking from experience. That’s why we have that big fucking gate around the property, to keep them out.”
I leaned against the bar behind me, grabbing my beer. “She’s my friend. I don’t want her to get hurt emotionally or physically. If she does come back, you better treat her right.”
“You don’t want her seeing a biker.” Diesel got up and started outside. I caught up when he got on his bike.
“This is what I mean, Diesel. She’s in there wiped out, and you’re on your bike getting ready to leave her.” I blocked his bike.
“Beast left you the first time,” he said. “And what happened? You came to the club looking for him.” He put his helmet on. “She’ll be able to walk in the morning. I didn’t give her the full throttle.”
Diesel had a way of making women smile even when he wasn’t intending to. He'd be unanimously voted in when his membership vote came up next month.
“You’re a good man,” I said. “Thank you for taking good care of her. Why do you have that look on your face?”
“You need to know a few things about your friend, Skittles. She ain’t getting married in six months after the fuck she just had. I tell you that again so y’all can stop planning. She also said his dick was half the size of mine.” He laughed and started the bike. “But I hear that a lot.”
“Okay. I’m glad that’s all,” I said. I’d been an old lady too long to blush.
“That’s not all. Gigi’s a squirter.” He laughed again. “She’ll need to clean that shit up before she leaves.”
Diesel rode away and held up two fingers, making the peace sign when he passed through the open gate.
Back inside, I found Gigi naked, a massive load of come on her stomach, lying in a large wet spot. I watched her for a long time because, in a way, she reminded me of me. Diesel was right. She would be back. “Gigi. Gigi.”
She rolled onto her stomach and moaned. Each ass cheek had Diesel’s handprint. She wasn’t bleeding, which was a good sign.
“She okay?” Marcus asked. He leaned against the door, filling the doorway. The light in the hallway hit him just right, illuminating a strong chin but casting a shadow across his eyes. Large arms crossed, his jeans were snug but not tight. He had an ass most men wished for, but few would ever have. Even a woman liked a nice ass on a man. I once asked if I could peg him. He told me it was an exit-only tunnel.
“I think so.”
“You seem surprised that she hooked up with Diesel.”
“That part doesn’t surprise me. The part where she’s willing to give up everything she’s worked for, that part surprises me.” I brushed the hair away from my face. “Her father finds out what’s going on, and he’ll have the locals on the club’s ass.”
“I can take care of that.” Marcus came closer, standing behind me. He put his arms around my shoulders. “You did the same, Melissa. You took a chance. Walked away from family and dreams. Do you regret it?”
“I don’t and never have.”
“Something else is bothering you. Your eye’s twitching.”
“Donna isn’t going away. I get that you have a kid. I’m okay with that. But this bitch is going to be part of our lives.” I moved away from Marcus and sat on the bed beside GiGi, still sleeping. I’d run other women away from Marcus. Beat the shit out of a few. Donna was different. Their son connected them. “I need to find Carmen and Wendy.”
“I’m taking Big Kentucky, TexMex, and Cinder to check out Willie’s.” Marcus walked back to the door, disappointment clearly on his face. “This discussion isn’t over.” He nodded at Gigi. “She needs a shower.” He left, and I leaned against the bed’s headboard. As great as it initially sounded, I wasn’t sure I wanted any of my friends in the biker lifestyle.
