“Oh, you’re huge!”
Vortex roared with his own laughter this time.
“Who’s huge?” Nanci demanded as she walked past and paused.
“Oh,” I blushed, and a knowing look crossed her face.
“Vortex? Yup, I once had the privilege of seeing his morning wood. He’d put a porn star to shame,” Nanci quipped.
“What the fuck?” Inglorious roared, and both Nanci and Vortex broke into more laughter. I wasn’t sure how to react. Had they slept together?
“Calm your passion. Vortex was staying at my place in Vegas; he wouldn’t get up for breakfast, and I walked into his bedroom. There was Vortex, stark naked and morning glory proudly standing to attention,” Nanci chortled. “Seriously, he could star in porn movies.”
“Are you saying I’m inadequate?” Inglorious exclaimed, outraged.
Joe, the prospect, was passing and froze. “Uh?”
“Move on, prospect. Unless you’ve seen Joe’s cock, too, woman. Is Joe ready for porn films?”
Joe gaped at Inglorious. “She’s never seen my dick! Wait—I want in the club, but I ain’t making a porn film to do it. You saying we gotta make a porno?”
“Oh my God, Joe!” Nanci screeched as she rocked back and forth, losing it again.
“What the fuck? We gotta star in porn films to join? That wasn’t in the description. I don’t mind a couple of women, but nope to men,” Rory replied.
I couldn’t help it. The look on Inglorious’s face undid me, and I joined Nanci. Vortex was also chuckling hard as the Unwanted Bastards president turned to the prospects.
“Nobody. Has. To. Star. In A. Porn. Film,” he stated firmly.
“Well, I ain’t fuckin’ stopping,” a man said, who’d just entered.
“Bow!” Nanci shrieked and jumped up. She went to rush the guy who was identical to Tracker but without the scar, when Inglorious snagged her.
“Those lips belong to me,” he warned and let her go.
“Not staying if there ain’t no porn, I’m off,” Bow replied and turned on his heel. He walked straight into his brother.
“Porn? We’re making porn movies?” Tracker asked, looking confused. Bow staggered as Nanci hit his back and hugged him.
“Fuck me,” Vortex muttered, and I began giggling again.
“I ain’t fucking a dude!” Rory yelled.
“Screw you, I ain’t making a porn film!” Joe stated loudly.
“There ain’t fuckin’ porn films!” Inglorious roared, rubbing his nose between two fingers.
“Fuck you, we’re not allowed to watch porn?” Tracker asked.
Inglorious tipped his head to heaven as a roar came from the kitchen and Hercules appeared. “I’m screwed then because I rubbed one out to big-titty women last night.”
Nanci collapsed crying, and I gave up and just let the humour of the situation take me. Poor Inglorious stomped towards the doors. “Welcome back, motherfucker. You’re the enforcer and the new deputy.” With that bombshell, Inglorious left.
“Think I’d rather star in a porn movie,” Bow said dejectedly. “What the fuck just happened?”
My phone beeped, and I looked down. A frisson of worry ran through me.
“Vortex. Papa messaged. He said they’re planning a candlelit vigil in two days for those who died,” I said in an aside to Vortex as the laughter continued around us.
