Page 5 of Ruthless Malice

“See you in a few hours.” He winks and walks out of the main door, leaving me befuddled.

What the fuck did I just do? I gave out my phone number to a fucking outlaw biker! These guys aren’t any better than the Savages. Why did you do that?

I bite my nails and check to see if any of the other officers heard me blurt it out. Appears they didn’t. It’s a small office and the patrol officers are out of the office. Only Stanley and Dave are at their desks, likely filing reports.

This Snatch guy walks over to an Italian-looking guy with floppy dark hair, and I listen carefully, trying to pick up clues. They’re right outside the door, so I can still pick up the back end of their conversation.

“Thanks for bailing me out, brother.” He claps him on the back.

“That’s what we do for each other, brother.” The Italian-looking guy gives Bull a mean mug. Clearly, he has disdain for him. Very interesting.

So, there’s discord at the club… hmmm. Wonder what that means for my new friend Bull?

Chapter Three : Matador

Bull

I got this little hottie on the ropes. I’m going to blow her back all the way out. Those tits will be real nice in my mouth. Little blondie has more than a mouthful for me to handle. Been a long time since I had myself a wagyu steak like that, and she is definitely in the wagyu category.

Too bad she’s so innocent and naïve. I can see what kind of woman I’m dealing with when I look into her eyes. Hers are sheltered from the evils of the world. I find it ironic, given that she works at a cop station. She must havesomeknowledge.

I had her dick-whipped with that war story. Talking to her has boosted my ego loads. When I talk war tactics with the boys and tell them how we can use these tactics in the club, they roll their fucking eyes at me. Not Lily. She’s got leverage written all over her ass. Sweet, sweet leverage. All I gotta do is tell her a little war story, get her hyped up so I can get those legs to open. Once I get to that pussy, then it’s all over. I’m gonna use her up, have my fill of her, and then kick her to the curb like I do the other club whores.

I watch all these clowns jumping around all over Snatch like they’ve won the lottery. They gotta remember I’m the one that’s working a bigger plan on behalf of the club. They have no idea what I’m cooking up. This is not amagnificentvictory and ain’t nothing happening yet.

I text the doe-eyed dispatcher as soon as we get back to the warehouse. I gotta keep the airwaves hot between us, coax her out of her shell a little more.

ME: Serenity’s Old Bar sound good? What time you knock off, sweetie?

LILY: I knock off at four. Quick shift today. Five okay?

ME: Suits me fine. See you then.

I don’t stay at the club long. I’m gonna win that seat, and that’s the only thing I care about right now. These bitches rubbing dicks together over Snatch making bail is rudimentary. Sledge is looking at me with interest and comes over to bullshit, no doubt.

“Hey, you out?”

I clasp his hand and nod my head. “Yep, yep, this old man has a hot date. Gotta go make myself look pretty.”

“Way to go, anybody we know?” He digs and I wag my finger at him.

“You might have seen them around a time or two. Serenity’s a small place.” I give him an aloof response. He and Slash are thicker than thieves and I’m not about to tell him shit.

“Hey, you still got it, Bull. Break a leg,” he says with a wink. I can tell from his sarcastic smirk he thinks I can’t my dick to work, but all that moaning I keep those whores doing lets me know I still got it.

“Thanks,” I mutter. I sneak out, avoiding any more questions. I wanna use the ride home to think of tactics to woo Lily. It will be a good challenge for me. I pull up to my humble abode on the west side of Serenity. The quiet side, with all I’ve seen, since the last thing I want to deal with is a chaotic neighborhood.

My home ain’t much to look out from the outside. I keep everything as simple as possible. I like to keep my thinking straight. The only pictures up on my mantle are of Merrie. From that time, we traveled the coastline of Serenity and rode all the way through to Santa Monica. Man, she looked so fine that day. I was happy. She was happy. The weather was perfect, and no clouds were in the sky. We had the best day.

There was no shit anywhere. My military ways have taught me well. Sharp bed corners. Vacuumed floors. Folded laundry. Sheets tucked in. Bathroom spotless, but I got a war mind. It’s one that’s served me well over the years. When I work Lily out of her drawers, it will not be any different.

I show up in my striped collared shirt and fresh jeans. I know how to hide the violence, to a degree. Snatch ain’t the only one that’s got pussy busting open. When we were stationed in the Gulf, I got plenty of it on and off the base.

She’s already waiting at the bar with her legs crossed in a dainty way. Her floral scent almost immediately drives me wild. Men were staring at her and she was oblivious or ignoring them completely. The bar is one of those old saloon types, and there’s a mix of old and young.

I approach the bar, placing a hand on the small of her back—easy does it, since apparently putting your hand there means sexual interest—and I drop a kiss on her soft cheek. There’s a flush to her cheeks. Step one in the panty-snatching operation.

“Hey glad you could make it. Got my beer ready?” I chuckle, gauging if she’s dumb enough to buy it. I should buy her a drink, but she’s the eager beaver that wants the war stories.

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