“We’re having the party on Friday. Not sure if Riva told you,” Hart speaks up, sitting a little straighter on the couch he’s sitting on with Gamble. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in a bit closer.
“Not yet, but you know her. She’ll send us all an Evite or some shit,” I say with a chuckle, running my hand over my head.
“Nee—” Ace says, causing me to smile. Gamble’s been working with her every day to help improve her speech. Now, she can’t say full sentences, but she’s showing so much improvement. At a year-and-a-half old, she’s doing so good. Better than any of us could’ve ever imagined when we heard the news.
“Yeah, I’m your uncle Needles, babygirl.” I smile big at the little one, seeing her mom in her more and more every day. It’s moments like this that prove we all made the right decision when we broke apart from the Royal Bastards. Thank fuck for Jameson too, he understood the situation and accepted it with grace. Shit, I mean, right after it happened, I thought he would’ve lost his head at some point, especially after hearing we were all going with Gamble, but he didn’t. The man understood why we were backing Gamble up, and it just proves he is the right leader for the Royal Bastards. Now, we still stay away from some charters since we’re technically a new club, but some of our oldest friends are Royal Bastards, like Murder, Hatchet, and Petros to name a few.
Ace walks slowly and crosses the ten feet or so over to me, wobbling with every step. Most babies her age would be able to have a bit more security standing up, but not her. She reminds me of a newborn baby deer, shaking on all its legs. I pray each and every day that she continues to keep getting better, that the damage isn’t irreversible, but sadly we won’t know. It’s one of those things that we have to wait for, assessing everything over time and working with her as it passes. This little girl doesn’t know how lucky she is to have all these people behind her either, she’s, she’s just so damn precious. Mammoth and Riva’s little girl, Dahlia, is too. I’m sure when they get a little older, they’ll both be great friends.
Reaching my hands out to Ace, I slide them under her armpits and lift her up into my lap. Plopping her down, she sticks her hand in her mouth and runs her alternate hand over my tattoos. She’s obsessed with them, constantly looking at them and grazing her hand along my arms. “I heard a rumor we’re having a visitor.” I did hear about us getting some company, but not about the party. Looking over to Gamble, she nods.
“Yes, Deo is coming by.”
“Deo, Luis’ son?” Deo is our drug supplier’s son. He’s been the head of his father’s business transactions with the club for a while, but he hasn’t come around for quite a while. I think the last time I remember Gamble mentioning him was when she went to the Caribbean and met up with him. It’s when we were dealing with someone copying our logo and selling bad shit on the streets. We created a new logo and started spreading around new drugs, under the name Incognito.
“That’s the one,” Gamble confirms.
“Interesting, I didn’t think we were still working with them.” I make my thoughts plain as day.
Gamble cranes her neck a tad. “Of course we’re still working with him. We don’t just stop working with people.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Sorry, just hadn’t heard about him in a long time.”
“Because things have been going well. Hart and I have been checking in with him once every quarter. As long as they’re still receiving their payments, they don’t really mess in our business. I think they realize they don’t have to worry about us like they do with the rest of their clients.”
“True, I didn’t think of that,” I admit.
Gamble is an extremely responsible businesswoman. Honestly, she’s done some amazing shit since being Prez here, and I mean, it was really hard for me to accept a woman as Prez at first. But she’s more than proven herself to the club.
Clearing my throat, I decide to bring up more club business. “Speaking of club business, you gonna give me the clear to go to the Ukraine soon?”
Being stuck here is pissing me off more and more every day, especially when there’s a certain little girl sitting comfortably in my arms. And the man behind the hit on her is in the Ukraine, fucking whores and drinking vodka most likely.
Gamble looks right into my eyes. “Sooner than you think.”
I accept her promise for what it is. We both want bloodshed, especially her and Hart. While Hart might not be Ace’s biological father, you’d never know that. Hart’s whole damn world lights up when Ace is around.
Now that I know I’ll be heading off to the Ukraine soon, I can’t fucking wait for the party on Friday. I’ll be celebrating. What else is there to do when I’ve just been told the man responsible for almost killing Ace is going to get what’s coming to him?
Chapter Four
“I know my worth. I’ve paid dearly for every ounce of it.”
~ Alfa
Flora
I’ve never been into schoolgirl shit, but this plaid skirt and white top is hot as fuck. I have my long, black hair in a sexy low pigtail, tied with crimson colored ribbons. The same color that matches my lace bra and crotchless panties. I’ve rehearsed the script King made dozens of times already, knowing every word I have to say and how this movie is going to go.
About two months ago King got our channel verified on a few of the big porn websites, registered us a domain, got our own website made, and made it functional to the point where anyone who finds one of our scenes on the free sites can go to the website he made for Knight Productions, which is our porn company’s name, pay an annual or monthly membership fee and it pays for the talent, keeping the lights on here, studio props, etc. The list can go on and on. The last time I checked in with him, we had over three thousand subscribers, and depending on whether they paid the yearly fee of three-hundred-and-fifty dollars, or roughly forty a month, the club is already profiting over a million dollars, to quite possibly almost one point four million. The porn industry is popping and I plan on making quite the chunk of change if I can, especially when it brings me joy too. It’s fun playing these parts, and I mean, I’ve always enjoyed sex. Sex is honestly where I get my confidence from. While some women dread having sex, I find it gives me some sort of power.
Brushing my fingertips over the top of my head to secure a few stray strands of hair, I walk straight into the studio room where we’re filming today. We have a couple different themed rooms, but this one is for strictly classroom stuff. I’m playing the part of an eighteen-year-old woman in detention in her senior year of high school. But, I’m not the only one in detention, my stepbrother is also here with me. We’re both being disciplined by the teacher when I get mouthy and a ruler is smacked on the desk in front of me. At which point I’ll make a remark about the ruler being used somewhere else. Long story short, my teacher is going to fuck the shit out of me in front of my stepbrother, and then he’s going to invite my stepbrother in on the action.
I have no idea who’s going to be playing the teacher tonight, but I know King is portraying my stepbrother. I’m guessing the teacher could be Judge or Sly. They’ve both filmed a couple movies with me, but for the most part it’s King and I. I can barely stand his attitude, but I love his dick. He sure knows how to use it, and that’s for sure.