“How’d it go?” Casper enquired, leaning his elbows on the bar. He’d been scrawny when he joined up, but now, a patched in member and an ammunition and explosive expert and a decent bar tender. Casper was built, his heavy black tattoos even more noticeable on his translucent skin. He wasn’t your friendly neighborhood ghost. He was a walking, talking firefighter’s nightmare.
“She’s here.” I rolled my eyes in response.
“There’s gonna be some kind of something from that.” Casper rapped his knuckles on the bar. He wasn’t close to her, but he knew Waverley and she’d always been kind to him.
“Nothing fucking good.” I drained half the bottle in one swallow. “King know we’re back?”
Casper laughed. Right, stupid question. King knew everything that went on here. He will have seen us arrive on the cameras. There was no sign of him yet. He wouldn’t be greeting his long-lost daughter with open arms, which wasn’t his style. Plus, I suspected he knew the reaction he’d get, and it wasn’t something he’d want an audience for.
Expect her to fall in line though? Of course he would. He’d make her if he had to. It was going to be interesting watching that backfire.
“Well, shit,” Casper muttered, causing me to look up. “Little Princess grew up.” He eyeballed them as they walked in, and I saw the surprise on his face. He barely pulled his eyes away.
War strolled into the clubhouse, carrying the two bags Waverley stowed in her car. She walked alongside War. I should have known shewouldn’t be meek, hiding behind her brother. She looked fierce, and despite that permanent scowl she’d been wearing since we showed at her bar, Casper was right. She’s fucking gorgeous. She always was, but her confidence and fuck you attitude heightened that. It pissed me off even more.
Her dark hair was long, reaching way down her back, even tied up in that messy ponytail. She’d looked hot the night before in her little club outfit. Today she was fresh faced and natural, albeit tired, but it took nothing away from her looks.
For years, she wanted to be a part of this. Fuck only knew why she spent so long trying. Women were kept around here for one reason and one reason only, and Waverley would never have that kind of role. She’d made it more than clear what she thought of the hang arounds.
Speaking of which, Tanya, one of the club whores, was making a beeline for me. I’d fucked her a lot recently, but I stayed away from the club girls. As much as it was a big part of the scene, fucking around with girls I know my brothers have been inside didn’t do it for me.
I’d made it known while she’s fucking me. She isn’t fucking anyone else. It had nothing to do with feelings. I’d made that clear. As much as I’d like to tell her it wasn’t happening tonight, I felt vindictive and angry, so I let her lean into me. Her hand went around my neck as she licked at my throat.
My eyes were drawn to Waverley as she marched through the bar, the brothers all watching her. Some of them recognized her as the daughter of the Prez, knowing she was off limits, but the newer guys were staring with hungry, lustful looks.
War glared at each one of them. He’d kill anyone who touched his sister, or tried to, and that included me, after what went down before she left. Not that I planned to. That wasn’t in the cards for us.
I got to my feet, Tanya half dragged up with me. It was irritating how she clung to me, but I resisted the urge to shove her away. She would serve a purpose right now.
“Gimme a bottle of Jack,” I turned to Casper. He looked at me for a few seconds too long, so I snapped at him to hurry the fuck up. He passed me the bottle with a knowing look on his face. Fucking asshole laughed as I grabbed the bottle and turned away from him.
Another glance at War and his sister made a smirk lift my lip. She wore a look of disgust on her pretty face. By our usual standards, this was fairly tame, but I noticed Blade with his tongue in one girl’s mouth while another was bobbing her head up and down between his legs.
That was another thing I tended not to get into. I took girls to my room, not one to fuck in public, though I’d been sucked off at the bar a couple of times when I was younger and too drunk to know better.
Waverley’s eyes passed over Blade and I saw them widen in shock, spinning away from him. She said something and War glanced at her. She wasn’t impressed when he laughed at what she had to say and snatched one of her bags from him.
“Who’s that?” Tanya asked, glaring at Waverley.
Most of the girls didn’t like unfamiliar faces, particularly ones who look like Waverley. She wasn’t dressed up in her skinny jeans and dark red college t-shirt, which looked as if it might belong to that prick groping her this morning, and her Chucks were brand new. She was nothing like the hardened girls that hung around here, clothes barely covering their assess or containing their tits.
“No one,” I told her.
She leaned in further, pressing her tits into me, trying to stake her claim. I should push her away, no one claims me, but part of me wanted to hammer home to Waverley we’re not the kids we once were. She’s walking into the lion’s den and is right to think this place will make her sick.
Without caring if she’s watching, I pulled Tanya to me and shoved my tongue down her throat. She moaned, pressing into me, and I caught her as she leapt, wrapping her legs around my waist. Grabbing her ass with one hand, the other holding the bottle Casper gave me, I paused the tongue fucking and slugged back a few shots worth of whisky, then got back to kissing her.
Opening my eyes, I glanced at the twins as they almost reached us, not removing my lips from Tanya. Waverley noticed us. The look of shock clear in her eyes morphed into revulsion.
Well, fuck her.Shedoesn’t get to judgeme. Carrying Tanya, I moved ahead of them and up the stairs towards my room. They were behind us, and I made a show of pausing on the landing, grinding against Tanya, groping and squeezing her tits as they passed by.
War punched me in the kidney, knowing exactly why I was doing this, making me grunt and snarl over my shoulder at him. For a moment, I saw pain crossing her face, but she ducked her head and followed her brother, who took her to the room next to mine.
Perfect.
Inside my room, I stripped Tanya out of her dress, dragging her underwear down while simultaneously grabbing a condom from the nightstand. She pulled at my belt with feverish hands, getting the zipper down, pulling out my hard cock. I wrapped up, shoved her against the wall and rammed my dick inside her, causing her to cry out. I pounded her hard against the wall, knowing it backed onto Waverley’s room. Tanya moaned, her nails scratching into my shoulders.
Biting her neck, I told her. “Scream for me,” and lowered my hand to stroke her clit hard. She tried to kiss me, but I moved my head over her shoulder. I didn’t want to kiss her now there was no audience. “Shout my name when you come,” I gritted my teeth, slamming harder into her.
