Page 19 of The Echo of Violence

“Rex and I can go as hangers-on. Pretend we’re looking at prospecting.”

“It won’t be easy for you to get him without the club seeing. It’s going to have to be me.”

“Why?” Rex curses, coming out with a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Because he won’t follow you two outside without suspicion, but bikers tend to follow pussy blindly.”

“You want to set a honey trap.”

“It’s the easiest way to get him out.”

“And the easiest way to get yourself into trouble.”

CHAPTER SIX

Eightball

I head through the doors, the music blaring, the bass reverberating through my bones. It’s a scene that has played out a hundred times before, but for some reason, tonight, I’m just not in the mood. Heading toward the bar, I see a couple of club girls making out, their hands groping each other’s breasts. My dick doesn’t even twitch.

I see Knight and Splinter playing pool and head their way, nodding to Scope and Wizz when I pass the table they’re sitting at.

“Hey, Eightball.” I turn at the sound of Mercy’s voice and see her smiling at me from the cradle of Kaz’s arms.

“Mercy. Kaz.”

“You want to come join us?” She nods to the table where Scope and Wizz are.

“You need me for something?”

“No.” She shrugs, so I look up at Kaz, who smirks.

“My woman is apparently tired of being the only old lady, so she’s decided to play matchmaker.”

My eyes widen before dropping back to Mercy. “And who exactly are you trying to match me with?”

“Nobody yet. I wanted to find out a bit more about you first. Likes, dislikes, shit like that.”

“I don’t have any problem finding my own woman, Mercy.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second, Eightball. Nobody here has a problem finding women. It’s keeping them after the orgasm fades. That’s the issue.”

“Not all of us are looking to settle down,” I remind her gently. She huffs and crosses her arms.

Kaz hides his chuckle by pressing his lips to her head.

“Are you trying to tell me that the ever-revolving door of pussy doesn’t get old?”

I’d never admit to her that it does. But enough for me to take an old lady? No. Settling down might work for some, but I’m not sure I’m built that way. I’m no saint. I’ve had more than my fair share of women, but not one has sparked any kind of need inside me beyond getting in and getting off. I make sure I leave the woman satisfied, but after that, I’m out.

“I like the thrill of the chase, Mercy. After that, I get bored. One day I might think differently.” I throw in the last part to appease her, but she rolls her eyes.

“The thrill of the chase? Really?”

“What?” I snap.

“I get along with most of the bunnies, so I’m not trying to be a bitch when I say this. But if you think a pantyless woman lying down and spreading her legs for you when you snap your fingers is a chase, then you, my friend, have a lot to learn.”

As if to prove her point, Ginger wanders over and glides her hand up my arm, pressing her tits against me as she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Hey, baby. You want to have some fun?”

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