I don’t say a word, anything I say will just land me in hotter water, and I don’t want to deal with this pig right now. There’s a time and a place for that shit. They leave, leaving us to deal with the mess they caused in the clubhouse. Everything is trashed, even broke the booze bottles. Assholes.
“Get Chief Clarke on the line. I want to know his thoughts about this shit,” I order Gunner and he takes off to my office as I help clean the mess.
Minutes later, Gunner comes back and hands me the phone and nods.
“Chief?”
“Hangman, son, I’m sorry about what happened, your guy Gunner just explained it to me. I had no idea there would be a raid today, I didn’t approve of anything. He must have gone over my head, but I’ll look into it.”
“That’s all I can ask; except I also want his damn badge.”
“Trust me, you’ll have it, I’ll take care of him the second I get into the office today.” He hangs up and I toss the phone back to Gunner.
“It’ll be taken care of. Chief thinks it came from higher up, like the mayor, I’m assuming. But it’s still Chief’s department, so he’ll fire him today.”
I pull out my cell and text Melissa, asking if we can do dinner another night. After this mess of a morning, the boys need a party, and I’m joining in.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Justine
Hangman texted me that he’s busy tonight, so it’s just me, myself, and I as usual lately. I seriously need to make some more friends. I look at the clock and see that it’s only six in the evening. How boring is this. I’m not sitting at home tonight, screw it. I’m going to a club, dancing and see about making some new friends.
I head to my room and find the perfect dress, blood-red with just a hint of sparkle. This dress showcases my tattoos in the best of ways. Except the ones that are covered, obviously. Styling my hair, I take in my appearance. I was going to go for make-up, but dancing makes me sweat, and I’d rather not look like a drowned rat.
Grabbing my purse, I head out to my car and hop in. After a quick google search, I locate a club that sounds right up my alley. I steer clear of the bar I was at just a few weeks ago, since it seems to be where Hangman and his boys hang out. I want to avoid that mess again. Hangman and I never talked about being exclusive; I’m not stupid, he’s totally fucking club girls still.
And I’m not even mad about it, I should be, but I’m not. Unless we have a serious discussion, we’re both free to do what we please.
I head in the direction of the club and find shitty parking about two blocks away. This city needs better parking access. But then again, I could have easily called a cab or something. I get out, adjusting my dress and strut my ass to the club. I’m let in almost instantly, avoiding the line. I’ve still got it; I give myself an inner high five and a whoop and go straight to the bar.
Ordering a Jack and Coke, I take in the dance floor. Everyone is grinding, but a group of girls in the center of the floor are just dancing together, laughing, and looking like they are having a blast. That’s the kind of friendship I crave. I may not be much of a people person, but I need someone in my corner beside my dad and Tomas.
“What’s a hot thing like you doing all alone?” asks a gentleman from next to me. I take in his appearance, and he looks like he could be a male model. Pretty boys just don’t do it for me, but he might be fun for just a night.
“Just enjoying myself, you?”
“Here with co-workers.” He nods his head to a booth at the end of the bar and there, a bunch of men in business suits, sit.
The bartender comes over and looks at me, glaring slightly. “Need this guy gone?”
Giving him a frown, I shake my head no. He raises a brow and goes to the other end of the bar, grabbing a phone. Weird.
“Wanna dance?” I ask this guy, not even bothering with his name.
Putting his drink down, he silently grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor.
PANTING, OUT OF BREATH, I excuse myself to go back to the bar, dancing has me all winded. And I need another drink.
Before I can make it back to the bar, though, I’m pulled roughly, my body swinging around and there I face an angry Carson.
“Who tattled?” Are the first words out of my mouth.
His anger is radiating off him. “Who’s the douche?”
I shrug. “Just a guy I was dancing with, no biggie,” I say flippantly.
“It matters, because you’re fucking mine,” he growls.
“We’re not exclusive, Carson. You don’t get to control me.”
“What the fuck?” he growls again, and suddenly, I’m being pulled out of the club and into an alley. Again, always with the damn alleys.
“What’s going on with you?”
“You. You are what’s going on with me. You wanna go dancing, you tell me and I’ll take you out. You wanna fuck, you tell me and we’ll fuck. What you won’t do is do that shit with someone who isn’t fucking me,” he spits out, caging me against the wall.
“We’ve only known each other a few weeks, dude. We’re dating, not in a serious relationship. You can fuck who you want, and I can do the same. That’s where we are in this relationship right now. So, back off me.” I shove him a little, but he doesn’t move.
“Don’t test me, Justine, you never test a man like me. You’re mine, every inch of you is mine.”
“Oh my god, what part of ‘not exclusive’ do you not get?” I scream at him, and his body rocks with my words. The look on his face is one I’m not liking. Uh oh, what did I just do?
Chapter Twenty-nine
Hangman
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I get a call that Justine is at my night club, practically fucking some guy on the dance floor. So, I rush over to get her, and she yells at me, saying we aren’t exclusive. Well, fuck that.
“Baby, we are exclusive, you only belong to me,” I growl in her face.
Justine snorts, “‘Exclusive’ means we only fuck each other. I’m not stupid, Hangman, you don’t have those same ideals. This arrangement works better for us, nonexclusive. You’ve already admitted you’re a cheat, and I don’t do cheaters.”
Fuck that kills, her throwing that in my face. But I’m also feeling this thing, something that doesn’t make sense, inside of me. Am I jealous? I don’t get fucking jealous. I don’t like this feeling.
“You’re mine, Justine.” I kiss her roughly; she doesn’t put up much of a fight before she’s relaxing into my kiss. Moving my lips from her mouth, I touch them to her neck, placing a hand over her mouth. “Every part of you, is mine.” Taking my other hand, I slip it in between us, my cock is already hard and wanting inside of her. Undoing my jeans, I pull myself out and lift her left leg.
“I’m gonna move my hand but you’re still gonna be quiet, don’t need the whole town to hear me taking you. Hearing what’s mine.”
“Carson,” she pants as I tease her slit with my cock.
“Tell me your mine,” I say through clenched teeth, needing to be buried inside of her.