“Motherfucker, I’m going to get me some pussy,” Death yells, walking away.
I lean against the bar, listening to the music, and my brothers talk about the last run. It was fucking chaos with the damn Head Boys; motherfuckers are always trying to get in our turf, trying to take the package.
I pull out my cigarettes, put one to my lips, lighting up, taking a drag. I exhale the smoke, lowering my eyelids, looking at her dance with her twin.
The fucking princesses.
I exhale, releasing the smoke, leaning against the wall, looking around the clubhouse. I take a long pull of the beer, lowering my eyelids getting ready to grab me some pussy.
I push off to go talk to Sally because fucking brother took Tina.
It’s all good, but first, I need to piss. So, I walk to the bathroom in the corner, do my business, and walk out into the clubhouse. I look for Lucy, the club whore, I walk around the corner, but I see my little Princess in a yelling match with the fucking club whores.
What the fuck!
Then sweet Wynter fucking punches the club whore Sally's face. Sally throws her head back, yelling, holding her nose as blood splatters all over her body and the floor.
Fuck!
Princess broke Sally’s nose.
What’s going on?
“Next time, I’m going to kill you bitch! I told you not to mess around with my man,” Wynter yells, throwing her long wavy dark hair over her shoulder.
“You’re not Blood’s old lady! I don’t get where you’re coming from. You’re a stupid little girl, Blood or any other brother will never fuck you! You’re the Princess, but you’re also fucking little girl,” Lucy yells, bopping her head pushing out her fake tits.
Fuck, what’s she talking about?
The brothers can’t listen to this bitch’s wild accusations. The brothers will blow a nut gasket.
Lucy takes a few steps slapping Wynter.
Wynter rubs her face, yelling a shrilling cry of war. Her face looks flushed, and her eyes sparkle as her upper lip turns up.
“Fuck you! I’m going to fucking shut your fucking mouth,” Wynter yells, taking a step forward to fight with Lucy.
I look around and thank fuck the brothers are not looking at the club whores in the corner.
I take a couple of long strides, grabbing Wynter’s arm pulling her around towards me.
“What are you doing Princess,” I say, taking her hand, walking towards the door and out the back of the clubhouse.
I continue to walk until we’re on the other side of the building, away from the gate, cameras, the brothers, and anyone that can see us. It’s fucking dark, and the moon is the only light, our only witness. I push her back onto the wall, and I stand in front of her, taking her chin.
Wynter is so damn beautiful, but she needs to understand that this pull, this want is not good for her or for me.
I look at her brilliant smile, the tears sparkle in the moonlight, making her beautiful warm eyes sparkle, the golden-brown topaz specks glow. Her lashes fan over her eyebrow as she gazes up at me. She inhales and exhales, biting her lower lip.
Fuck!
She’s so damn hot.
But I need to fight it.
I need to calm her the fuck down and figure out what’s the problem before it becomes a huge problem with the brothers, especially if it’s about me.
“Princess, what’s going on,” I ask, holding her hands, inhaling deeply, shuddering as her delicious clean floral scent invades my senses.
