I stared at her hand with great scrutiny. Helping the Vipers would only distract me from my mission, but Filly was leaving me no choice.
I gave her hand a quick shake before dropping it. “I guess I can fit it in somewhere.”
She clapped me on the back. “Thata boy. I knew I liked you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Now that we’re friends. We’re going to have to do something about that name. I can’t keep calling my new best friend Stranger, now can I?”
“It sounds pretty good to me.”
Filly glared at me. “Give me a name to use or the deal’s off.”
I sighed. “Fine. You can call me Holden.”
“Holden . . . now that’s a name a girl can get used to. Now that we’re friends, Holden, it’s time to do one more thing for me before I let you go.”
“And what exactly is that?” I asked, a little annoyed with the game she kept playing.
She walked coyly up to me, sliding her hand up the inside of my thigh until she had a firm grip on the bulge in my jeans. “You’re a sexy man, Holden, and I may not look it but I’m a lonely girl. Living in my world comes with a price, one I think we’ll both enjoy. You see, being club president has its faults. Men are afraid of me. They don’t like women who have power, and I got a lot of it. I can get pussy left and right, but when it comes to dick, men don’t play nice. So, you’re gonna make me come tonight, and I’m gonna take this cock on a wild ride. You better make it fun for me, too, otherwise . . .” I felt her knife pierce the inside of my thigh and I hissed. It was way too close to the family jewels. “you’ll be leaving here without all the appendages that make you a man.”
My hand worked its way up her back and fisted a clump of hair behind her head. I jerked her head back so she could look me dead in the eye.
“Filly, if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask.”
Chapter Five
Faith
“Who was he?” Scythe drilled, asking me for the fifteenth time since the stranger walked out of the bar.
“I told you, Jimmy, I have no idea. He walked in, scared the shit out of me, asked me for a drink, and then flirted a little.”
“Did he touch you?”
“No.” Though I wish he did. I couldn’t get the stranger out of my mind, and now that he was gone, I was even more sexually frustrated than I was before.
“Damn it, Faith. You know better than to let the public in here. If he comes back, I want to be the first to know about it.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, while playfully saluting him.
Scythe rolled his eyes, turning toward Cipher. “Can you find him?”
“Sure, I’ll just check the tapes and run it through my facial recognition software. Shouldn’t be long.” Cipher sounded so confident, and if he wasn’t so young, I’d probably be jumping his bones right now. Instead, I’m going to have to make a late-night booty call.
I grabbed my purse and started walking towards the door. A forceful hand stopped me after two steps.
“Where in the fuck do you think you’re going?” Switchblade growled.
“Out.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Fuck you, Switchblade. You’re not my daddy.”
Switchblade grabbed my other arm and pulled me into him. “But I could be. You’d be calling me daddy by the time I was done tearing up that pussy.”
“Fuck off,” I yelled, wrenching my arms out of his grasp.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing every night, Bitch. How do you think your brother would feel if he knew what you were up to?” he whispered in my ear.
“You don’t know shit.”
Switchblade smiled evilly. “Oh, I know more than you think I do, Faith. I know where you’ve been going, who you’ve been seeing, and what you are. Fuck me, and your secret stays a secret.”
I couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or if Switchblade was actually following me around town. If he was, he hadn’t told my brother yet, because Scythe would be fucking livid if he found out.
“You keep asking me to fuck you, but how do you expect me to do that when your dick can only be seen with the help of a microscope?”
Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have provoked him, because I barely saw his hand flying toward my face until it had already connected with my cheek.
“Fucking whore.”
Scythe and Cipher appeared out of nowhere and I watched in admiration as my brother cold-clocked Switchblade, knocking him the fuck out.
“Touch my sister again, Switchblade, and I’m calling Church. Your temper is getting really old.”
Switchblade was lying motionless on the ground, so my brother stepped over him to get to me, cupping my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but you need to leash that motherfucker. He’s getting out of control, Scythe.”
“I know. I know. He’s my VP, Faith, there’s not much I can do.”
I hated how powerless my brother seemed to be. He was like a puppet that Switchblade and the rest of his goons used for their screen. Everything went through the club, but it was my brother who was the face of it. Every bad decision was now draped over his shoulders, and if the club went down, it would be Scythe that got blamed for it.
“I love you, Jimmy, but I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take. This club used to feel like home, but now it feels more like a prison.”
Switchblade started to stir, and I took that as my cue to leave.
“Don’t wait up for me.”
“Where are you going?” Scythe asked, watching me as I walked toward the door.
“Anywhere but here. Bar’s on you tonight. You can close it up.” With that, I turned my back on my brother and his club and headed outside toward my car. I’ve been working on this for five long years and I wasn’t about to let some shithead with a God complex come between me and my mission.
When I was a block away from my destination I pulled over. I quickly changed out of my jeans and t-shirt and pulled on a loose-fitting blouse and too tight leather skirt. I pulled my auburn hair down and messed it up with my fingers until it was that sexy kind of messy only he liked. I toed off my shoes and replaced them with shiny silver stilettos and checked my make-up in the mirror, touching up my lips with Assassin Red lipstick.
I was dressed seductive and sexy, just how he liked it.
The second I exited my car, the catcalls started.
“Hey, Sweetheart, how much for a blow job?” A man with a goatee called as I passed.
I flipped him off and kept walking until I found myself in front of Diego’s Club. It was one of the best nightclubs in town, but it was also deep in the heart of the Diablo Saints’ territory.
The bouncer and club Enforcer, Rodrigo, looked me up and down before rolling his eyes and undoing the rope so I could enter. I knew how people felt about me around here, but that shit didn’t matter. It takes time to get information, and the more time I played with Diego, the closer I’d be to getting my revenge.
Two bitches immediately hissed as I walked past them. They were dressed in short black crop tops and miniskirts, with torn fishnet stockings and red high heels. The girls here hated me, but I fucking loved the attention. Nobody here could touch me anymore—not since I became Diego’s number one girl.