Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Rocket,” Falcon said as he kept a firm grip on my arm as he stepped between me and Chyna. “You can’t hit the bitch.”
“I’d like to know why the fuck not.” My gaze never left the bitch in question.
“Because -- you hit her, she rats us out. Gonna be questionable as it is. Any woman here you reject’s gonna take it as a personal affront. You knew that when you claimed Lemon.”
I heaved an exasperated huff. “First of all, she claimed me. I only say that because she’d hand me my ass if I tried to take that claim away from her. Thinks she’s special because she claimed her man instead of waitin’ for him to claim her. I will absolutely give that to her.” I turned my gaze back to Chyna with what I hoped was a death stare. “Second, any of ‘em even think about doin’ something to get even with me or Lemon and put this club in danger, woman be damned, I’ll work out my frustrations with my fists. So, no. I’m not gonna worried about insultin’ any of ‘em.” I was generally well-spoken, but when I got this angry and frustrated, my southern accent leapt to the fore.
“Fine. I still want you to step away from her. She got the message, and I’m sure she’ll pass it on to anyone not here.”
“She fuckin’ better.”
Chyna had gone white, and I knew I’d finally gotten my point across. She wouldn’t tell the other women anything, though. It was not what club whores did. While they would be loyal to the club at all costs, the other whores were their rivals. No matter what Falcon thought, I knew every woman in this compound well enough to trust they wouldn’t bring outsiders into club business. Even Chyna was only in it for the social status. She couldn’t give two shits about me. Any jealousy on her part toward Lemon was because Lemon was the president’s old lady. ‘Course, the fact Lemon was VP kinda trumped the old lady status. And that was something none of them would ever have. Even if I resigned as president, none of the guys would take her for his old lady. Not because she wasn’t attractive or wasn’t smart enough, or even because she was a club whore. It was because it would be hard taking an old lady when every brother in the club had fucked her at one time or other. Not because she didn’t deserve to have a good a time as everyone else, because it was hard not to think about men you see and talk to every day knowing what it was like to fuck your woman.
“Plush, take Chyna out,” Falcon said, his voice harder than I normally heard from the other man. “She can either get her shit and leave, or she can go back to the whore’s section. But she doesn’t need to be here right now.”
“I’s jus’ tryin’ ta have a good time.” Her words were slurring now. Apparently whatever her recreational drug of choice was was starting to kick in. I’d say it explained her behavior, but Chyna was one of the more aggressive whores. She didn’t need a drug to enhance her personality.
“Not now, Chyna,” Plush said, casting quick glances at both me and Falcon. Yeah. She got it. Plush would spread the word, and maybe they’d back off me. “We need to go.”
With a huff and a sigh, Chyna went with Plush without any other argument. I watched until the door closed behind them. The other whores all moved in different directions away from me like I had the fucking plague.
When Chyna was gone, I turned my attention back to Falcon. “Now. My woman.”
“Told you, prez. Ain’t seen her in a couple hours.”
“It’s not like her to ignore texts from me.” I mused as I pulled out my phone and scrolled down, trying to see when the last time she called or texted was.
“She ignores me all the time,” Falcon grumbled.
“Are you… sulking?” I gave Falcon a disbelieving look before going back to intently study my phone.
“I’m not sulking, Rocket. What the fuck? I’m just saying she never answers my texts or calls about club business.”
“And are all your calls and texts about club business important enough that I’d have answered them if you’d sent them to me?” Falcon just blinked at me. He opened his mouth, then shut it. “That’s what I thought.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “She’s vice president, asshole. Not your mother.”
“Thank God.” Falcon muttered his response, but I also knew he was just messing with Lemon. All the guys did. The sooner they accepted that she was exactly like me when it came to bullshit, the better off they would be. Lemon would absolutely deal with anything important. She would not take on all their bullshit just to keep them from having to deal with it.