Page 9 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“Nah, I can walk. Thank you.”

She wanted the fresh air and she also noticed around this time Ricky liked to visit the local library. She wanted to catch him while he was in a good mood. First, she needed to have a talk with little Prudence Anderson about accepting a date with him. That way he’d be in a good mood, and willing to talk about the young woman visiting him.

This was what kept her entertained.

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Pea sat at the table in the club. He had on a pair of glasses and was working through the latest figure that had come in from Dirty Deeds, their sex shop. The profits were up, but what was making them even more money was their online business. Each of the club members shared the workload that the club needed. He tended to do a bit of everything.

He attended the club runs, the fights, and of course the sex shop. Once he finished the calculations from the sex shop and the fighting, he made sure their bills were also paid. The sex shop was their legit business, and he got the records dealt with.

“You look really sophisticated,” a woman said, straddling a chair.

He looked up to see it was Tara. She was one of the women he used to fuck. Without saying a word to her, he looked down at the figures once again, and filed them away. Saint was needing them where he’d go through them.

Pea didn’t mind the work though. He didn’t like to have his hands empty. Work was something he craved doing.

If he wasn’t doing club runs, dealing with deliveries to the shop, or fighting, he was fixing up the place.

She reached out to touch his jacket, and he caught her wrist.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

The pout on her lip was pissing him off. What he didn’t like was the attention she was drawing toward them. “I remember when we had so much fun, Pea. I miss you so much. You know how much I love your dick.”

He shoved her hand away. “I don’t care. I’ve told you now. Pick one of the other brothers that wants you.” He moved away from the table, and went toward Saint’s office, surprised to see the brother watching him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Pea handed him the file. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“You turned her down. You don’t turn anyone down.” Saint took the file, entering his office.

Pea’s anger was only rising with every passing minute. Entering his Prez’s office, he took a seat. “I don’t fuck everything that walks. That’s not how it works.”

Saint took a seat and glanced over at him. “Rumor has it that you and Mel are planning on giving this marriage a real try.”

“Why is that such a shock to everyone?” Pea asked. Saint gave him a raised brow look. “Look, I know I’ve fucked everything that walks, but that’s no different from every brother in the club until they were ready to settle down.”

“The difference is we weren’t married during those times.”

Pea rolled his eyes. He had been judged every single moment of his marriage, and he was tired of it. If they wanted to label him the cheating prick, let them. He’d not cheated, not once had he done so since he and Mel wanted to give this thing a go.

“I’m heading home,” he said, getting up. “I think you should look into the Lorenzo family. See if they have any enemies close to home.”

“You really don’t like him being here. I’ve had a lot of people telling me you don’t like it.”

Pea folded his arms and looked at his Prez. Saint had never struck him as an idiot. He was going to be a father soon, and finally had the woman he loved. There was no way Saint would risk his family for a possible threat.

“You can’t tell me you’re not worried?”

Saint leaned back in his chair. “I’m not saying I’m not. Right now, I don’t want anyone to give anything away to him. Big Ricky is here for a reason.” Saint held his hands open. “I don’t get in his way, he doesn’t get in mine. Don’t think for a second that because we’re not doing anything to onlookers doesn’t mean we’re not aware of it.”

“You’ve not called church with this update,” Pea said.

“Consider this your update. It’s what I’m doing with everyone, Pea. I don’t want to call too much attention to this. I don’t like it, but I’m not going to make waves. Sinners’ Corner is my town, and that is how it’s going to stay.”

He stared at his Prez, waiting for the rest of it.

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