“Since ignoring me is your new play, I’m gone.Your cock wasn’t worth a second bounce anyway,” I snap and get to my feet.
“Shut the fuck up,” Fatal roars.
A male voice comes through the phone and rumbles, “Easy enough,” right before the line goes dead.
Fatal curses.“Keep an eye on that one.I’ll call back and fill Big Daddy in and then I’ll handle her.”
I wait till he has the phone by his ear and is about to speak when I loudly state, “I bet Big Daddy is big in all places.”
“I said, shut the fu...,” Fatal grits through his teeth and is about to turn when his voice cuts off and then changes.“Not you, sorry.Hey, listen...”He strides out the door and lets it fall shut without looking back.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“Stop yanking his balls and he might warm up to you,” Heart states.
I barely manage to hold back the words, “Speaking from experience?”
Taking a calming breath, I turn to face Heart.“Big Daddy, is he like the boss’s boss?”
Heart crosses his muscled arms in front of his chest and leans against the table.“Normally I’d say it’s club business, meaning it’s not meant for a cunt’s ears.Though, you’re cunt-deep in all this shit anyway.”
“Heart?”I beam up at him and wait until I have his full attention to let him know, “The word cunt is crude, disrespectful, and makes me doubt your brain capacity.Meaning it makes you sound fucking stupid.”
He rubs his mouth, but the hint of a lip-twitch I saw lets me know he is holding back laughter.“Big Daddy is the president of the Kings of Anarchy’s founding chapter in California.Hero is their VP, and...”
“You should probably stop rattling club business because it gives me the impression I’m going to end up as a brain-speck on Fatal’s boot,” I grumble.
Now the man does bark out a laugh.“Judging from the necklace he branded on your skin with his damn mouth?I’d say he’ll want you alive and in one piece.”
My hand goes to my neck, and I can feel my cheeks heat.“So?The man likes to latch on during sex, it doesn’t mean it’s a public statement.”
Heart smirks.“The man never leaves his mark, not after what happened to the one that earned him his road name.”
Completely intrigued, my mind starts to run with different scenarios.
Except, it doesn’t make sense.“Fatal?As in Fatal lovin’?Right.When I met the man he had brain on his boot, I’d say his road name is more complicated than a pink cloud.”
“I’m pretty sure I told you to keep an eye on her,” Fatal states.“Gossiping like cunts...”
I mentally cut him off by leaning in and telling Heart, “He missed my cunt remark, but clearly his brain capacity is affected too.You two should sniff menthol.Did you know inhaling the scent has a powerful effect on the brain?Well, you can’t believe everything you read, but I’m pretty sure I’ve read multiple articles about it.”
“Sniff what now?”Fatal rumbles.“No one is snorting anything up their damn nose.Unless you want my cum up there.I’d be happy to throat-fuck you so you’d either choke on it or come all over your face.”
Sperm up your nose?It would eventually end up in your throat...but...yuck.
I blink very slowly and whisper, “Thanks for the heads-up, Heart.I lucked out with the man’s Russian roulette sex.”
Heart barks out a laugh.“I’m starting to like you, Norie.”
I shake my head.“Don’t get attached.I’m not planning to stick around.”
“Your days are indeed numbered here.Sevrin already reached out to Big Daddy and called in a marker.I’m supposed to hand you over next week when Sevrin returns, no questions asked.”
“That’s insane,” I snap at Fatal.
He slowly shakes his head.“It’s just business.We still have one week, and we need to focus on the shit at hand.”
I can feel my eyes go wide.“Great, you guys focus on that, leave the door open and I’ll slip right the fuck out.”
