Page 5 of Bully's Darkness
I stop by the bar. “Poison, send Birdy to my room in ten minutes.” She gives a salute, her smile wide as I storm off to the office with Taz on my heels.
“You sure you wanna be doing that, Pres?” he asks as I drag a stool to the desk, leaving my uncle’s chair to the side.
“I’ve not had my cock wet in years, brother, what do you think?”
He smirks, shrugging. “Your call.”
“Right, fill me in.” I’ve had regular calls with my uncle, and the brothers have all been visiting weekly, but now I’m in charge, I need to hear the bits they’ve kept from me. The bits they knew would send me over the edge and have me adding more time onto my sentence.
“It’s not good, Pres,” he admits, taking a seat opposite me. “The Bloody Scorpions have rooted here way quicker than we expected.”
I frown. “What do you mean? It was only last week you said they’d been spotted.”
His expression turns to guilt. “Hawk didn’t want to add to your stress, and then he died and—”
“Just get to the point,” I snap impatiently.
“They’ve been around for about two months. Their VP, Bullet, was with some of their guys in Spencer’s bar. That place is full of dealers and trouble. The Pres ran it by Jameson, who said to run them out at the first opportunity. But then he got sick and . . . well, you know the rest.”
“He’s been dead two weeks,” I hiss. “In the ground for seven days. What the fuck are the Scorpions still doing here?”
“It’s been hard,” he mutters.
“You sound like a bitch.”
His eyes widen, and he eventually smirks. “I ain’t no president. I didn’t want to call the shots on this, Bull. Not without you.”
I scrub my hand over my face, suddenly feeling tired. “I want everyone in church at eight a.m. Anyone who’s late will spend a week on polishing duty.” He arches a brow but chooses to stay quiet. Things are changing around here, starting with stricter rules.
I take the stairs two at a time and come to an abrupt stop outside my bedroom door. Five years seems so long since I’ve slept in a proper bed with a thick quilt and fluffy pillows, and as I push the door open, disappointment fills me to find Birdy sitting on the edge in nothing but her underwear and heels. I’d forgotten about my request for company.
She stands, smiling seductively. “You look stressed,” she notes, stopping in front of me and placing her hand on my chest. “Let me help you with that.” She slips her hand into mine, lacing our fingers, and I shudder. She’s stunning, but she isn’t Liv. Her hand slides over my lazy cock, who’s clearly only in the mood for one woman.
“Forget it,” I mutter, pushing her hand away. “I’m tired.”
Her smile falters. “We can just lie down together and see where the night takes us,” she suggests, but I’m already guiding her out the door.
“Another time.”
I slam it and lean against it, growling in frustration. I could have any woman sucking my cock, but I only want one. “Damnit,” I mutter, grabbing my jacket. “Stubborn fucking—” I head out, rushing through the main room to avoid questions.
Chapter Three
Olivia
I down the third cocktail and wince at the burning aftertaste. I look around the table at my closest friends and smile. I’m lucky. All it took was a text message to have them all come together for a night out. A night where any mention of Bully or his stupid club is banned.
Bria leans closer. “Did I just see a smile?”
I laugh. “I was just thinking how lucky I am.”
“That’s the spirit. You’re loved, Livvy, you don’t need—”
“Don’t say it,” I cry, and she giggles, slapping her hand over her mouth. Everyone who’s said it so far has had to down a shot of sours, and Bria is on her fifth.
Stacy grabs the bottle of sours and tops a shot glass anyway, ignoring Bria’s protests. “You thought it, so it counts,” she says, laughing. “Now, drink the damn shot.”
I watch in amusement. “Thanks, ladies. I don’t know what I’d do without you all,” I say.
