Page 26 of Point of Infinity
I rode back to the clubhouse, not sure what to tell the guys or Patrick.
Hey, dude, hope you don’t mind, but you know your sister we just discovered was the girl we saved all those years ago. Well, I just fucked her in a hotel near the airport. Oh, and by the way, you know how we are getting ready to take down our own gang, destroying your father and his friend in the process. Yeah, let’s call that off because I’m in love with her and going to follow her and beg her to love me. You can visit during the holidays if you like.
“Fuck me.” I rubbed my face. The stubble made my chin itch. I was heading home but wasn’t ready to face Patrick. He and I had a sort of telepathy with each other, and he’d know something was wrong or that I just got laid as soon as he saw my face.
I parked in the back of the clubhouse. Figured I’d crash in one of the rooms upstairs.
I entered the code into the keypad next to the back door and let myself in.
Boxes and bags lined the hallway leading to the kitchen. Probably decor for the party. I walked into the main hall and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
It was a silly tradition. People dress up as someone other than themselves to garner some confidence to act like an idiot. Most of the guys didn’t really dress up. The most any of us could muster was a mask. They were already laid out on the counter in the main hall. The anonymity of a mask gave guys permission to do stupid shit. It was the ladies who paraded around in barely there costumes. Hoping to catch the attention of a lieutenant or higher. The women were paid and asked to sign NDAs. I used the term ‘asked’ loosely. Then the chaos began.
What happens on Halloween night stays on Halloween night.Or however the saying goes.
I trudged my way up the stairs into the private members-only area of the club, hoping to find a few hours of sleep on a couch. Another keypad for security.
I pushed the door open and groaned.
A prospect had an attractive blonde kneeling on the President’s recliner, giving it to her from behind.
“Oh, shit.” He grabbed for his pants, not bothering to cover up the girl, who was showing all her stuff. “Ratchet.” He tripped and stumbled before pulling his jeans up to cover his angry little dick.
“Elephant.” The name seemed inappropriate considering what I just saw. I crossed the room and flopped down on the couch, then downed the rest of my beer. The girl had yet to move.
Her dress was strewn across the arm of the couch. Her panties balled up on the ground. I picked them up and threw them in her direction. “Get dressed.”
She turned and didn’t bother covering herself and grabbed the dress. She was fit, with nice legs, great ass. Maybe Elephant had game. I didn’t recognize her. Probably some girl wanting an in on the club.
“Uhm. Ratchet?” Elephant remained stuck to his spot. He pushed his messy hair out of his eyes. His hands shook. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
The woman had zipped up her dress. She grabbed her panties off the floor, walked over, and sat next to me.
“You could have joined us if you wanted to.” She swung her underwear around her finger. She was a pretty girl. Elephant with his thin, wiry frame and acne scars was no catch. She could do so much better.
“Yeah, I don’t share women with my prospects.” I shrugged. “Unsanitary.”
“Well, tell him to fuck off and we can go at it.”
“Carla!” Elephant growled and marched over. His face turned a deep shade of maroon. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up.
I stood up.
“Let her go!”
He dropped her arm.
“Fine.” He huffed. “You can have her.” He whispered, bitch under his breath and stomped toward the door like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
Pussy.
“Elephant.”
He stopped and turned. He hadn’t thought this through.
“You remember last month when that other prospect, what was his name, spilled a beer on Pres’s floor.”
