I narrow my eyes in on him and set my drink down on the bar. “What the fuck did you say?”
“Make up your damn mind, brother. Either you want her, or you don’t, but don’t go fuckin’ up what we’ve got goin’ on with the porn production. We’re doin’ well and I’m not lookin’ to fuck that shit up. Flora and I have more hits than any of the other girls and I want to keep makin’ more profit, you feel me?”
I blink at him a couple times. I know King is all about makin’ money for the club . . . but it really feels like he wants more of Flora too. I mean, it’s his job as treasurer to keep the club profitable, but I know a hungry dog when I see one, and King wants her.
“Make stellar movies with someone else, man. It’s not that fuckin’ hard,” I grit, pick my whiskey up and down the rest of it. Anger rushes through me and I’m tryin’ like hell to not lose my shit. Doesn’t mean holdin’ my fist back is easy, ‘cause it’s not.
“What’re you tryin’ to say, brother?” King questions and Sly lets out a whistle and steps back, knowing shit’s about to go down depending on how I answer this question.
I look back to King and stare him dead in the face. “I’m sayin’ I’m gonna claim Flora and I’m makin’ it obvious as fuck. So, keep your cock out of my girl, King. I don’t give a fuck if she works with women, but the only man sinking his cock into her is going to be me. I’ll shoot videos if you need some content with her. I’ll shoot threesomes with another woman if she’s cool with that.”
“Am I hallucinating or did you really just say what I think you said?” Flora’s voice rings out from behind me and I instantly stand up, turn and head in her direction.
“I did, as long as it’s what you want.” I stare her dead in the eyes and watch for either her to become excited, or to be done with my ass and tell me to go fuck myself.
Flora’s chest rises and falls and the room grows incredibly quiet. I’m about to ask her again when she finally opens her mouth, “I thought you were gonna tell me to go fuck myself at some point.” Her words come out in a ridiculous giggle, something I’ve never heard from her before. She puts her hands on her knees and busts out into laughter, looking happier than I’ve seen her in the last couple weeks.
It makes my heart swell with pride, and it shows me that there’s a compassionate, beautiful, caring woman deep down that no one ever had the chance to really know. It could be our similarities that have made us get really close. I mean, Flora’s past and my experience with Sarah . . . how small of a world could it be for two people to find each other that’ve been through shit like us? It’s some romance novel shit if you ask me, but I’m here for it, and I’m hopin’ Flora is gonna accept it. If not, we’ll keep doin’ what we’re doin’ until I can convince the woman that we’re right for each other. She’s stubborn as hell, and it’s one of those things I’m growin’ to love about her.
“Well, that shit ain’t happenin’, so, what’s it gonna be, little girl?”
“You sure you want to do this? I mean, isn’t it a big deal to claim a woman or whatever?” Flora doesn’t know everything about the club lifestyle, but she’s learning a lot about it. I’m sure there are a few things I’ll have to teach her about, but for the most part she understands it.
“Damn straight it is,” I confirm, walkin’ closer to her. I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. “So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna crush my dreams and break my heart, or you gonna make me one of the happiest fuckers in here?”
She pushes her lips over in a contemplative manner, but quickly smiles. “I was gonna fuck with you a bit but I can’t. I’m too happy. Looks like I’m your pain in the ass now.”
Dammit. I know I said she was gonna make me one of the happiest guys in here, but I lied, she’s just gone and made me the happiest fucker in here. I don’t expect shit to be perfect with Flora, but I know for a fact it’ll be damn close.
Epilogue
In life, some chapters have to be turned to be burned.
~ Quotes ‘Nd Notes
Needles
Two Months Later . . .
I’ve never been the type of man to go searching for things, and maybe that’s why shit with Flora has worked so well. I’m a lowkey type of guy, believing if shit is gonna happen then it’ll happen. After all, that’s how I met Sarah. It was purely a situation of circumstance and the same goes with Flora if you ask me.
She’s still shooting porn and luckily what I asked her to do is working out well. It wasn’t an ultimatum by any means, but out of respect for our relationship . . . I knew I couldn’t have her as my ol’ lady and know she was getting another man’s dick. It just wouldn’t happen and I’d likely end up killing King in the process.
We’ve shot a few movies, even a follow-up to the teacher one because it was a big hit. I always enjoy burying my cock in her, but when we get to play different people it’s fun as fuck. I enjoy being that naughty, dirty, motherfucker who wants to take the bitch in front of him. Then again, I’m not so different than the roles I play.
Mario is still out in the shed and I plan on making him pay until the day I want to end his life. I’m in complete control of what I plan on doing with him, and I haven’t made up my mind yet. If you ask me two months doesn’t seem like nearly enough time. He should be suffering for years for what he did to Flora, and God knows how many others. I just have a feeling like Flora wasn’t the only one. How could she be when men like her uncle cross the wrong people all the time?
Over the course of the last couple months she’s been a bit more open about what happened to her in Venezuela, from the time she was a little girl to when she was captured. I constantly tell her the past is in the past, but she’s made it a point that I understand her past turned her into the strong-willed woman she is today. I’ve heard enough about what he did to her that would make a grown man throw up, so the fact she endured it all and still has somewhat of a normal life baffles me to the core.
Now here we are in mid-October, and she’s decorating the restaurant with glittery skulls, fake spiders and cobwebs, little ribbon banners, and so much more. The grand opening was a massive success and we managed to get on all of the food delivery platforms as well. The first night I came out here I was really shocked by the food they were serving up, but Maia dropped it that she went to culinary school and has been teaching some of the new hires how to cook things the right way, to not only pack in the flavor but make the customers want to come back for more. Here we’re not just a bar, we’re an experience.
Things are getting really chill here at the clubhouse, but we’re still digging around to find out why Marcus met with the Beasts of Brutality MC. We know it’s personal, and we’ll act when the time is right. Speaking of acting when the time is right, Gamble is sending Ravage and I to the Ukraine in two weeks. We’ll finally get Konstantin and make sure he doesn’t hurt another child the way he did to Ace. We’ve waited long enough for this shit and I’m hungry for blood. In the meantime, Judge will be watching over Mario for me and making sure he doesn’t feel forgotten about.