Page 20 of The Club Princess

His jaw tics. “Don’t sideline me. I need to be a part of it.”

“Do you? You have the most to lose if we get caught.”

Dodge growls. “So do you. You got a goddamn baby on the way, don’t ya? So we don't get caught.”

Our gazes don’t stray from each other, and both our eyes water.

“Forever, brother,” I say, holding out my hand. Dodge grabs it and pulls me into his chest, his hand clapping me on the back.

“Forever.”

We let go and step back. I nod at the door, hearing the rumbling of bikes as the rest of the crew nears Dodge's house. “Let’s go. We got a long night ahead of us.”

We find Jack in the back of the clubhouse. I kick the door, causing it to swing open and slam into the wall. He and one of the clubwhores break apart.

“Get lost, Dee.” I catch her arm when she starts to scurry past. “You don’t remember anything. You were alone the whole night if anyone ever asks.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, and she nods. One of the men hands her a shirt as she makes her way down the hallway.

Jack scrambles off the bed with a glare. “What the fuck? You could have–”

I squeeze his neck as I slam him into the wall. “You think we wouldn’t figure it out.”

He tries to gurgle out a reply, so I tighten my grip. His face is starting to turn red, his lips tinting blue, and he tries to push me away. Dodge steps up behind me, and Jack’s pleading gaze falls on him.

“Why?” is all Dodge asks. I let go of Jack.

He sputters and coughs as he slides to the ground. “W-what are you talking about?”

My boot connects to his face with a sickening crack. Jack’s head flies back, blood spraying as he falls onto his back.

“Try again, stupid fuck. We know everything. Every lie that falls from your mouth only prolongs your death.”

He turns, panting as he comes up to his hands and knees. Blood drips onto the floor as his head hangs. My lips turn in disgust at the sight of his limp dick swinging. Grabbing the sheet from the mess of the bed, I throw it at him.

“Cover yourself. I don’t want to stare at that disgusting shit.”

Dodge kneels down next to Jack. “Why?”

Jack turns to him, the skin under his eyes already darkening. “I had to.”

“Because you were forced or because you couldn’t afford to pay the prices you needed for your vice.”

He pales, shaking his head, and a hiccuped sob falls from his swelling lips. “I can’t help it. There’s something wrong with me.”

I look behind me to Razer, who is watching over it all with a grave expression. His gaze locks with me, and he shakes my head. That’s all I needed to know: Jack was buying the worst of it and would probably offend soon if he hadn't already.

“Yeah… I’m sure you tried really hard not to look,” I say.

Dodge stands, rolling his shoulder forward. “He hasn’t even bothered trying to apologize, tells me all I need to know.”

“No! No, wait. I’m sorry. Please, Dodge. Don’t let them do this. You're my cousin. We’re family.” He pleads.

Dodge spits at him. “The fact we share blood sickens me.”

“Is that how you really want to go out? Begging on the ground like the pathetic piece of shit you are?” I taunt as one of the men behind me hands me a knife.

I nod to Dodge and Razer. “Hold him down. He doesn’t deserve to wear our patch into the afterlife.”

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