Page 27 of Bully's Darkness
Once all the whores are present, Liv takes centre stage, making sure to look each in the eye, one at a time. “From now on, you don’t touch Bully. Not even if he asks you to.” She’s met with sniggers from the men and raised brows from the whores.
“No disrespect, Liv, but the Pres is a big boy, and he can do what the fuck he wants,” says Taz. He grabs Birdy by the hand. “Now, if you’re done with the tantrum, I was in the middle of something.”
“I’m not finished,” she yells, and I note some of the women startle at her harsh tone.
Taz looks at me. “Are you gonna say anything here?”
“Brother, she’s laying down the rules. Give her the respect she deserves.”
He rolls his eyes, turning back to Liv. “Ladies, you heard her, right?” The women nod. “Pres is off limits.” They nod again, but I don’t miss the smirks as they glance at one another. If anything, she’s just set them a challenge.
Olivia
I release my tight grip on Poison’s hair, practically shoving her away from me, and she scrambles away, following the rest ofthem upstairs. They won’t listen. I’m not stupid, and I know how this life works. It’s almost tradition to fuck the President, so he’s their main target. But I’m not going to sit back and let it happen. I’ve heard all the stories about bikers having an old lady as well as a bit on the side. That won’t be me.
I shift under the weight of Bully’s stare as he sips his drink, eyes trained on me like he’s waiting for me to run. I stand my ground. “I’m serious,” I tell him.
“I know.”
“I won’t stand by and let it happen. You fuck around again, I am out.”
“Okay.”
“And if you try to stop me, I’ll stick a knife in your heart. That will not be my life. I am not my mother.”
He nods again. “Okay.”
I turn to leave, smiling when he rushes after me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground. He bustles me into his office, kicking the door closed and lifting my shirt. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re jealous,” he pants, running kisses along my neck.
“I’m also dangerous,” I warn as he bends me over the desk and unfastens his jeans. “Let’s not push me over the edge.”
He enters me, growling as his intrusion stretches me. “You were made to be my old lady,” he murmurs, pulling my arms behind my back and slamming into me.
I lift one leg onto the desk, groaning with pleasure when he sinks deeper. “Let’s see if you still feel like that when I put in the rest of my rules.”
“Was that me, or was there a frosty feel to the air as we walked through there?” asks Bria.
I pull my leg behind me to my backside and stretch my muscles. “I had to lay down the law,” I tell her, changing legs. I hate running, but since Bria’s attack, we’ve made sure to do it four times a week. It helps her to clear her head, and it makes me feel closer to her. “I found Poison dripping all over him last night.”
I feel her eyes on me, probably asking herself the same questions I have.Has he been there already?“I can’t think that way,” I tell her without her saying the words. “I’ve decided to give us a chance, so I just have to get on with it.”
“But we all know what bikers can be like—”
“Bria,” I snap, tipping my head from side to side. “Yesterday, you were telling me to give him a chance, and now, you’re questioning it?”
“I’m not,” she argues, setting off, and I reluctantly follow. “But warning the whores off is like waving a red flag to a bull. They’re gonna have competitions to bed him.”
“What was I supposed to do, sit back and watch?”
She giggles. “No. Although, have you ever wondered what it would be like?”
I scowl. “To watch Bully fuck a whore?”
She shrugs. “To watch or be watched. Or even, yah know . . . join in.”
I groan. “It’s too early for this talk,” I say, passing her and steaming off ahead.
Rabble is wheezing by the time we get back to the clubhouse. I watch with concern as he doubles over, gasping like he smokes eighty a day. I hand him my water, and he takes it gratefully. “What did you do to the prospect?” asks Boss as he steps out for his morning cigarette.
