“Fuck no,” I answer. From behind the bar, Luck hands me a beer and I take a deep swallow. “Well, not tonight anyway,” I amend. Sometime in the future, yeah I’llprobably do a proper claiming and slap a property patch on her back. Missed my little bitch the entire time I was away from her.
That earns me another raised eyebrow from Romeo.
“What’d you need to talk to me about?” I ask, letting my fingers graze the bare skin of my girl’s thigh. She shivers against me and I struggle not to bend her over the bar, flip her skirt up, and fuck her in front of everyone.
“Hemi. He did fuckin’ good.”
Too bad, I was hopin’ he’d get himself into some trouble. “That’s good.”
Karina hasn’t moved a muscle. Didn’t even twitch when Hemi’s name was mentioned. She’s focused on the open space in front of her. Brothers takin’ bitches every which way. Right out in the open.
“Baby girl, you want somethin’ to drink?”
She blinks and smiles up at me. “Yes, please.” Aw fuck. That little please makes my dick twitch.
“Luck, you got a root beer back there?”
Romeo snorts, but I don’t give a fuck, because Karina’s smiling at me for remembering what she likes.
Luck hands me a bottle and I pass it to her. Romeo watches her take a pull from the bottle and set it down. He shakes his head.
“You got any reports for me?”
I glance at Karina. She don’t need to hear any of this shit.
“Baby girl, why don’t you go put your backpack in my room.” It’s not really a question or a suggestion and I pull out my room key as I’m sayin’ it.
She bends over and then seems to remember she’swearing that little skirt in a club full of bikers, and squats down the rest of the way to snatch her bag off the floor. I press the key into her hand and look her in the eye. “Anyone bothers you, tell ’em you’re Dante’s girl. Anyone touches you—” I tap my chest right over my Sergeant-at-Arms patch, “memorize what their patch says and come tell me.”
“Yes, Dante,” she answers all sweet and docile.
The second she turns the corner and Romeo bursts out laughing. “You motherfucker. How the fuck you pull a piece of ass like that?”
“Watch it,” I growl.
Luck leans his thick arms on the bar. Fucker’s built like a tree and almost as big as me. I ever get taken out of commission, he’s the one I’d pick to fill my job.
“She’s submissive,” he says low enough that only I hear him.
“No shit.”
“No, I mean she’s a natural submissive.”
Romeo misses nothing, as usual. “Yeah, I bet you could order her to get on her knees and suck all our cocks in the middle of the room and she’d do it without hesitatin’.”
Nothing about that idea appeals to me. “No. I ain’t doin’ that to her.”
“Why the fuck not? She’s a hot little bitch. Don’t be greedy.”
Luck slants a bordering-on-disrespectful look at our president. “Naw man,” he jerks his head in the direction where Karina disappeared. “Submission like that is a gift. You don’t fuckin’ abuse it.” He glances at me and points at my patch. “Bet she doesn’t even know what that means.”
My head tilts to the side in agreement.
He waves his hand at the rest of the room. “She ain’t one of these club whores lookin’ to hook up with an officer in the club. She ain’t gonna ride every cock in here hopin’ someone takes her as an ol’ lady. She’s with you ’cause she likes you.”
Maybe that’s not exactly how we started out, what with her childish revenge plot against Hemi, but he’s right. Karina and I fit together like two pieces of some fucked up puzzle and I ain’t offerin’ her up to any of my brothers again. I’m still fuckin’ livid with myself for lettin’ Hemi near her.
“She ain’t up for grabs, Prez. I’m serious.”
