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“I’m not sure, but I think I may pay their little opening a visit today,” I inform them.

“If you go, bring me back something sweet. I’ve been craving sugar all fucking week.” Phantom licks his lips, his stomach groaning in response.

“You have enough sweets already, Brother. Have you looked at your Ol’ Lady lately?”

Phantom beams with pride. “Every goddamn day, and I still don’t know how I got so lucky. She should’ve run for the hills after the shit went down on Halloween.”

“That girl has balls of steel, Phantom. Balls bigger than yours.”

He laughs. “I’m just thankful she's not batshit crazy like Eve was. The last thing I need is another woman coming back to haunt me.”

Slapping him on the back, giving him the same amount of power he did to me earlier, I knock the breath straight from his lungs as I get up from the table. “I’m heading out. Yo, Gremlin, you’re with me.”

Gremlin instantly stands, knowing he’s going to pay for his comment from earlier if he doesn’t obey.

“Let Prez know I’m doing some recon. We’ll be back later.”

We always ride in pairs; the safety of our members is of the utmost importance. I never expected for my life to revolve around a motorcycle club, but when my best friend Drac came to me, asking if I’d be interested in starting a club riding motorcycles with him and our enforcer Voorhees, I couldn’t help but say yes. Brotherhood is exactly what I need after my shitty home life kept me floating in and out of juvie. That’s where I met Drac. He’s the one that kept me sane all those months we spent behind bars, and once we were both out, we decided that we needed to focus on something other than causing chaos, and find a purpose instead. Joining the club saved my ass from spending the rest of it locked up, and I’m thankful every day for the brothers I’ve found along the way.

I’m barely two steps away from the table before Tiffany saunters her way over to me wearing a too tight red dress, her lips painted the same shade of seduction, makeup done like she’s about to sell herself on the street. Her long blonde hair is curled and hanging around her shoulders, and those damn green eyes are glowing with mischief.

“Hey, Krampy, I was wondering if you can help me with something?” She winks, pushing up her chest so her cleavage starts to rise, making her boobs look even bigger than they are.

Gremlin’s got his eyes on them, mouth puckering like he’s envisioning sucking the milk straight out of her jugs like an infant.

I smack the back of his head.

“Hey now, what the fuck was that for?”

“You’re staring at her chest like you’re about to nurse her.”

Gremlin grins. “What’s wrong with that? They say breast milk has more nutrients than regular milk.”

Tiffany scrunches her nose. “Gross! Get the fuck away from me, you little gremlin.”

He beams with pride. “And here I thought you didn’t know my name, Tiffy baby.”

She scoffs. “Is that what your name is? I thought it was Butt Boy.”

“I’m not fucking gay, woman. I eat pussy like I’m fucking scarfing down a buffet. If you spread your legs, I can show you just how talented I am.”

She laughs. “The only talent you have is the ability to annoy the fuck out of people. That’s why Butt Boy would be more fitting for you. It’s a horror movie about a guy who stuffs shit up his ass and it disappears.”

“Are you serious?” He turns to me in shock. “Is there really a fucking movie like that out there?”

I nod. “It wasn’t my cup of tea. It’s a watch it once and try to forget it kind of film.”

Gremlin shudders, slightly looking over his shoulder at his ass that’s involuntarily clenching. “Jesus, they’ll make horror movies about anything nowadays. Thank fuck you guys didn’t call me that when I joined.”

“I honestly forgot the movie existed, but now that you mention it, it does sound like a better name for you,” I joke.

“Oh, hell no! You guys aren’t calling me Butt Boy. I refuse.”

Phantom chuckles. “Krampus has a point, Prospect; it does suit you more. We all know about your secret obsession with poopers.”

Now, everyone in the room is laughing.

Gremlin covers his ass with his hands. “I am not obsessed with butts, asshole. Liking anal doesn’t make me a bad guy.”