Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“The Goddamned motherfucker who made my sister his old lady without permission!”
That got a hoot from everyone.
“Better be careful takin’ on the big boss, Gunnar.”
“Fixin’ t’ get your ass handed to ya, boy.”
“I got fifty bucks on the kid.”
“Never happen!”
“Prove me wrong?”
“Oh, I’ll take that action.”
And the betting was on all across the room up until the moment Knuckles descended the stairs into the big room. The club compound was like four city blocks of abandoned four- and five-story warehouses the club now owned. We’d walled it off so there was no entry into the compound without our say-so. Each warehouse had been renovated so the bottom two floors were for various things that fell under club business, while the top floor, or floors, were made into suites and apartments for all our members. We had all this because of Knuckles, despite him being in prison. Once Knuckles entered the room, the betting and excess chatter stopped.
“You got somethin’ to say to me, kid?” Knuckles crossed his arms over his chest. The pose was intimidating because Knuckles was a big-ass, strong motherfucker. His pecs and arm muscles all bulged with the effort, straining his black T-shirt. Only man in the club bigger than Knuckles was Tiny. More than one club girl had drooled over him since he got home, but Hannah had managed to shut them down. I’m not sure what exactly happened and none of the whores were saying, but to a woman, they left Knuckles alone.
“You’re Goddamned right I’ve got something to say to you!” Gunnar stalked toward Knuckles like a jungle cat getting ready to pounce.
As one, we all leaned forward in anticipation. I could practically feel the tension in the room. I know I was coiled tight as a banjo string. Gunnar stopped a few inches from Knuckles, neither man giving an inch. Both of them looked ready to kill.
“The next couple minutes should be fun.” Knight murmured the comment so softly I could barely hear him “But I think Gunnar can take him.”
I would have rolled my eyes, but Gunnar lunged at Knuckles. We all sucked in a breath.
Knuckles flinched back slightly, bringing his hands up into a defensive stance but Gunnar didn’t attack. Instead, he laughed and clapped Knuckles on the shoulder before pulling the other man into a welcoming embrace.
“You cocksucker,” Knuckles muttered, his tone disgruntled. The whole place roared in laughter.
“If only you could see the fuckin’ look on your face, man.” Gunnar continued to wale on Knuckles’s back so hard it probably felt like the beating Gunnar had refrained from giving him.
“It wasn’t like I could fight back.” Knuckles sounded disgruntled but was grinning. “Especially after I barged in on you and Pippa.”
“Exactly. Just know things can change if you don’t treat her right. You’re my brother, but she’s my sister.”
“And I’m her fuckin’ daddy.” The booming voice came from the man in the doorway with a fierce scowl on his face. Cain Gill was the owner of one of the largest paramilitary companies in the world, as well as the former president of Bones MC. Our current president, Torpedo, was vice president at Bones before he came to be with us. Bohannon, our vice president, was the enforcer in the same outfit. Cain was also Gunnar and Hannah’s father. And one tough-ass son of a bitch. “Which also makes me your daddy now.” The look on Cain’s face was a mixture of amusement and I-will-totally-fuck-you-the-fuck-up. “Gunnar may be younger than me, but I have bigger guns and better torture devices. You displease my little princess in any way” -- he pointed a finger at Knuckles -- “and I will remove your balls. With fire ants.”
Both Gunnar and Knuckles winced even as the rest of us hollered with laughter. Soon after, Cain and Knuckles shook hands and everyone carried on.
Such is life.
The club whore in my lap turned to straddle me. Giving me a coquettish grin, she slid her panty-covered pussy over my lap, rubbing my cock. I wasn’t hard, but there wasn’t a man alive who could resist Ruby when she was in the mood to fuck.
“Been waitin’ for you, Hawk. Got somethin’ special for you in my room.”
“Oh, I bet you do, darlin’.” I slid my hands around to cup her plump ass. I squeezed, then smacked one fleshy globe. Much as I loved playing with Ruby -- or any of the club whores, really -- I wasn’t feeling it tonight. For some reason, I was wound too fucking tight to let my guard down enough to enjoy the experience. “Got shit to do tonight. Next time I’m at a party, though, I’ll fuck the shit outta ya.”
Ruby pouted prettily. “Promises, promises.” She leaned in and fed me her breast, encouraging me to latch on to the jutting nipple. Of course, I did. Her breasts were large, full, and obviously enhanced. I loved banging her from behind while gripping her hair in my fist. Watching that sight in front of a mirror never failed to get me off. Despite even thinking about one of my favorite erotic images, my cock barely twitched.