Page 20 of Menace

“No idea.”

Two hours later he was wishing he had been prepared for the shit that was being piled on his shoulders. He sat frozen for what felt like several minutes, unable to say a word. He wanted to turn his prez down, but in all honesty, he couldn’t. As far as his club knew he was single, wasn’t involved with anyone in any way. The job he’d been asked to do sucked ass, big time. Before Joney he would’ve done it without thinking twice. Had done it, fucked bitches for information, and when he got what the club needed walked away. Not feeling a thing, with no remorse or second thoughts. But somehow this time he felt different about it.

Getting cozy with a cartel bitch was the last thing he wanted to do.

But Maniac was the president and he trusted Lucky to get the job done. Fuck.

He had to share how far he was prepared to go, which wasn’t far enough with the game they were about to play. Once he laid it out he had to trust his prez and brothers would get where he was coming from.

“Prez, I’m not tryin’ to be difficult but you need to know exactly where I stand with this shit. I’m not fuckin’ her. The bitch is cartel, she’s as dirty as the men in her family. There’s no way she doesn’t know they kidnap and abuse women and children and sell them into sex slavery. No way am I stickin’ my dick in that. I do not fuck filthy gash, never have, and I’m not gonna start now.”

He glared at his sniggering and laughing brothers.

“Don’t give a fuck about us needin’ the information, I’m not fuckin’ her for it. You need that to happen, you’re gonna have to get one of these fuckin’ laughin’ assholes to do it.”

He was pissed at the laughter and he let them all know it. His prez included.

“Calm the fuck down, Lucky.” Maniac snapped. “I’m not sayin’ youhaveto fuck her. I’m sayin’ charm the bitch, lead her around by her fuckin’ slit and get us what we want. She’s goin’ to try to get you to spill our secrets and you know she’ll use sex to get what she wants.”

Dropping his head back he stared at the ceiling before he once again looked at his president. Maniac was staring at him with those fucking cold eyes of his but this time it didn’t make him uncomfortable. It pissed him off.

Before he could answer Dive opened his big fucking mouth.

“He’s not goin’ to fuck the gash, Boss, not when he’s got it bad for another woman.” Dive said quietly. “Left her behind in SA, but our man Lucky has fallen hard. He hasn’t been fuckin’ the club whores since he got back and has only fucked a bit of strange here and there. It’s goin’ to be difficult for him to do the job you want him to do. When he says he’s not fuckin’ her I can guaran-damn-tee he’s not goin’ to fuck her.”

Maniac’s eyes shot from Dive to him, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

“What the fuck, Lucky? Why the fuck didn’t you say somethin’? I won’t ever give a man who has a woman this kind of job. You tryin’ to make me look like a fuckin’ asshole?”

Lucky shook his head and held up both hands trying to calm his prez down.

“Prez, that’s not how it is, she’s not mine. Haven’t claimed her or been in contact since I got back and it’s been months. I’ve no fuckin’ idea what’s goin’ to happen with her, as far as I’m concerned I’m still single. I can do the job, have done this shit before, only this time I won’t be fuckin’ the bitch. She’s actually worse than gash, dirty as fuck, even if it’s just by association.”

Support came from an unexpected quarter.

“I agree with Lucky, Prez.” Ren said quietly. “The bitch is cartel gash, and like he says, dirty as fuck. I for one don’t expect my brother to put his dick on the line for the club. Think about it this way, she’s goin’ to think bikers fuck anythin’ that moves and expect to get the same from our brother. She’d think he was an easy mark. Lucky will prove to be different. It will draw the slut in and make her vulnerable. When she falls for our brother she can be manipulated.”

“Ren has a point.” Grave sat pulling on his ear, his eyes sharp as he looked at his sons.

Both had come out in support of Lucky, and he wouldn’t forget they had had his back when he needed them.

“So what the fuck do we do? He’s our ace in the hole, always has been with that fuckin’ Cajun charm and accent. Bitches fall all over themselves to get to him. The cartel bitch won’t be any different.” Maniac glared at him.

All Lucky could do was shrug. His president sighed then gave a decisive nod.

“Okay. Seduce the bitch. You don’t have to give her your dick, that’s not a requirement. We need to know what the fuck they’re planning so we’re prepared.”

He suddenly paused, his elbow on the desk, pointer finger waving in the air he gave them an evil smile.

“Actually, now that I’m thinkin’ on it, you need to drag it out. Lead the bitch on, get her well and truly hooked. Take her out, bring her to parties, do your thing around her, but don’t fuck her. She’s goin’ to get desperate to get on your dick. Let’s see how long she lasts before she starts demandin’ that you give it to her. I’m thinkin’ you can get her talkin’ before it gets too uncomfortable for you.”

Fuck.

For a minute there he had thought he wouldn’t have to spend time with the filthy slut. He’s been given a job to do and the quicker he got it done the quicker he could get rid of her.

The next few weeks were going to be fucking awful.

Walking out of church he went straight to the bar and parked his ass on a chair.

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