Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
A club pussy took all the dick without getting any of the rewards of the next generation. An old lady, however, had to bear a child. They were married and didn’t party with other men. None of the other men could touch them. They were the property of their husband. Hawk didn’t give a fuck if it sounded archaic. Those were the rules, and within the club, those rules were abided by.
It was why a lot of the women didn’t really stick around after enjoying the men. Also, it was rare for any of the men to take a woman as his wife, especially if she had been passed around, used, and played with. It simply didn’t happen.
Which was why Diana was not going to make it as an old lady.
She was also a little too desperate. The men knew what she was trying to do. This also put her in the top risk category. They had no choice but to discard their condoms properly. She was so much of a risk, they even considered she might tamper with the condoms to make herself pregnant.
Condoms were a must. Old ladies got bareback. Club women got condoms. These were some of the rules his dad had taught him.
He was done thinking about his old man. He loved that son of a bitch, but it was never good to dwell in the past.
Stepping up to the bar, he slapped his hand down on the counter, and within seconds Dan had given him an open beer.
“Diana the Desperate is back,” he said.
Dan burst out laughing. “She is always back. The guys freaking love it and wonder just how far she will go.”
“It’s consensual?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
That was another stern rule. His father had told him they didn’t raise fucking rapists, nor did they protect them.
Before his father died, one of the club women, Sandy, was considered a favorite among the club. She was lovely. There was no other way to describe her. She wasn’t dirty, always kept herself clean and available. One of the nights she didn’t come down, and the next day, when she was seen cleaning up, she was covered in bruises. They were on her arms, across her body, and what was more, she was sporting a black eye and busted lip.
The men had been angry. His father had been livid. Since his mom died, he knew his dad liked to play with the club women. Anyway, after much conversation, he discovered one of the men hadn’t taken no for an answer. Sandy had been polite, and it had turned into a nightmare. She’d been raped all through the night, screaming and begging for help, but the rooms were mostly soundproof.
Greg, one of their newer additions, hadn’t believed any woman was allowed to say no to him, and he’d made her pay. Well, his father had made an example of him. First, it had started with the whole club taking a hit at him. They’d driven out to one of their abandoned warehouses, where they liked to store some of the product they moved and distributed.
Greg was barely conscious after the men took a hit at him. Then, his father had decided it was only fair to remove his appendage, his favorite one. He made sure to cut that thing into pieces. By the time his father was through with Greg, there was nothing left of him.
“What about her little friend?” he asked, pulling out of the memory. His father was known for his ruthlessness. He didn’t get to be president of the Devil’s Beasts MC by being a pushover.
“Little friend?” Dan asked.
Hawk turned toward Dan and waited. “You know, the brunette that comes with Diana?”
Dan looked truly baffled and this intrigued Hawk even more. He’d noticed the brunette several times. Of course, the other night was the first time she ventured away from the party. Hawk figured she had enjoyed the men she wanted.
“Sorry, man, I can’t recall her coming in with any friend, but then, I don’t watch everything that is going on, especially with Diana.” Dan shrugged.
This was not going the way he hoped.
Little Miss Brunette had been in his mind a little too often and he didn’t like that. He was not used to thinking about women, at least not like this. Women were more than happy to slip into his bed, show him a good time, and leave. He never favored any of the women and he liked to have his taste.
Staring across the room, he saw Diana had opened her shirt and was pressing her bra-clad breasts into Dillion’s face.
He held onto his beer, and turned to Dan. “Send Diana into my office in five minutes.”
Moving his way toward his office, he closed the door and went behind his desk, taking a seat. This was fucking crazy.