“Nah, I think I’ll be all right.” I wave him off.
“That’s what I thought the summer I turned seventeen,” a brother sitting beside me at the bar chimes in, his long, gray beard nearing his lap. “Then I caught the clap… four times.”
“Four times?!” I exclaim as I stare at him wide-eyed with shock. “Congratulations, brother, that deserves an applause. Had you gone for a fifth, you would’ve achieved a standing ovation.”
The brothers all roar as I tip back my glass, letting the cool liquid burn its way down my throat. As much as I want to be jovial with my brothers and enjoy an hour or so of drinking and storytelling, I can’t stop thinking of how Slayer had her way with me.
Fuck, now I’m hard.
I’ve been wanting her from the moment I followed her into the mall, her too-short pants hitting above the ankles and her face looking like she ate sour grapes, but I wanted our first time to be special.
She’s the first woman to hold my heart in her hand, preventing Little Malik from wanting any other female. It’s a first for me and I wanted to prove my fidelity to her in a romantic way. Now she’ll have to be punished.
As all the possibilities run across my mind, Little Malik remains hard and pulsing against my zipper. I grab my junk and rearrange it, cursing the lack of Slayer pussy in the vicinity.
I’ll strap her to the cross I have here in my room and fuck every hole on her body.Fuck,I can’t bring her here.I scrub a hand down my face as Rockz refills my glass. It’s not safe for her in this clubhouse, and I don’t know if I can move that thing to Diego’s house.
“You look deep in thought.” Cruz, our Road Captain, comes to stand beside me. He’s a tough motherfucker, taller than my 6’3” and wider than a fucking football field. He brushes back his raven hair and turns to wink his bright blue eyes at me. “What’s got your ears steaming, brother?”
“A geometry equation using the area of a cross and fitting it through the area of a rectangle,” I reply as I take a sip of my drink.
“No wonder you looked about ready to blow.” He laughs as he takes a swig of his beer. I look down to my crotch and sure enough, I do look ready to blow.
“Don’t look at my dick, I have a hard time dealing with envy.”
Cruz tips his head back with a laugh as his dark waves kiss his shoulders, the sound deep and boisterous. “You are something else, Malik Charles,” he says between chuckles.
Cruz became a Hell’s March member two years after I did, and at first, I couldn’t stand the guy. He was too fucking pretty. His mouth is a little too full, his facial hair a little too groomed, and his eyelashes a little too thick, all of it giving him a pretty girl vibe instead of a handsome man, but he quickly grew on me, and now, he’s one of the few I consider my actual brother.
Hell’s March isn’t your typical MC. We’re not loyal to each other, only to our Prez, and even that is rocky. It’s every man for themselves, and if you can swing it, you should also take a bullet for your President. None of us wouldswing itif the need arose, though. It’s always been the one thing I’ve disliked about this club, and it’s all Barrett’s doing. How do you come to trust a President when he has no problem shooting you in the head and burying you out back?
We’ve been trained to be ruthless, even to each other. It sounds insane, but they’re also the only family I know.
The door to the clubhouse swings open, revealing the sunrise and the brightening sky, and in walks Barrett and Bear, both with wide smiles on their faces.
“Meeting!” Barrett calls out, his old face looking smug.
“He looks like the cat who got the cream.” Cruz tuts as he finishes his beer, placing the bottle on the bar. “I wonder what he’s scheming now.”
I chew on my tongue ring to keep from voicing the very negative things that are floating through my mind. Not that I’m afraid of Barrett and his wrath, but more so I wouldn’t want to kill Cruz if he decided to repeat my opinions. I may be a hothead and spontaneous, but I don’t enjoy taking a life if it's not deserved.
Those are choices I actively avoid if I can.
Barrett strides into the meeting room as I quickly push off of the bar before telling Cruz, “I need to get Diego and Ajani.”
He gives me a brusque nod and I run to the corridor that leads to medical. There’s a weird premonition hovering over my head, something telling me Diego needs to be there for this meeting. Maybe it has something to do with the Steel Dragons, but mostly I’m worried it has to do with my Slayer.
If Barrett asks me or Diego to take her life, I will kill whoever I need to ensure that never happens. That will be a choice I’ll gladly make.
I rush into medical, letting the doors bang open in my haste, causing both Ajani and Diego to jump up from their desks.
“What’s going on?” Diego exclaims. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Ajani nods along, his eyes wide and watching me closely.
“Barrett just showed up and he wants to have a meeting,” I say, my words hurried as I motion for them both to follow me. “I have a bad feeling about it.”
“I was just getting ready to leave,” Diego moans through a yawn. “It’s fucking early for him to be calling a meeting.”
“That’s what I mean,” I reiterate. “It didn’t feel right.”
