One
Gauge
“Slow the fuck down before I slit your throat,” I hiss between my teeth as Angel sucks me off. Same old shit, different day. I don’t know why the bitch thinks my cock is in the Indy 500. I didn’t even know a bitch could move her head that quickly. She finally slows down and I can at least try to enjoy the goddamn blow job she’s giving me. I close my eyes and lay my head back, letting her movements lull me. Each slip of her tongue over the bottom of my cock sends me higher and higher. I love being the fucking VP of the Maryland chapter of the Soulless Bastards. Everything I could want is at my fingertips and I’m on top of the fucking world.
“Angel, get off his cock! We got shit to discuss,” Sly, our president, yells from across the room. I groan when I feel Angel’s lips pop off the tip of my cock before sitting forward and glaring at the fucker. He just stands there laughing as if it’s the funniest thing in the goddamn world.
“You are a real piece of shit, you know that?” I ask nodding toward him.
“Goddamn right I know that, but this piece of shit will kick your ass any day of the week. Now tuck that fucker back in your jeans and get in my office,” he snaps, heading up the stairs and into the office. I blow out a breath and shove off the couch, shoving my fucking hard on back in my jeans. It’s hard as hell to walk with a monster woody straining against your zipper. I climb the stairs two at a time pulling my cigarettes from my pocket and lighting one up as I walk into the room. One of the prospects is on his knees in front of Sly, his eyes wide with fear.
“The fuck is this?” I ask, tipping my head toward the kid. I can’t even remember the little fucks name.
“I didn’t do it! I swear I didn’t!” He looks up at me right when Sly pulls the trigger on the gun he was holding aimed at him. The kid falls to the ground, his lifeless eyes still staring up at me.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.
“You would think he would know better bein’ the fuckin’ nephew of the sheriff.” I jerk my eyes from the dead kids to Sly’s wondering what the fuck has gotten into him. The sheriff is on our payroll, but that doesn’t mean shit when he’s killing the guy’s family.
“You know that’s not gonna slide past him, yeah?” I ask pointing to the body that lies on the floor.
“Don’t give a shit. Little fucker was talkin’ to his uncle’s higher up. Out of county bullshit that he was draggin’ in here.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t get a fuckin’ patch when he wanted it! Fuckin’ kids these days,” he huffs shaking his head. I watch him drop back into his chair, leaning his head back.
“This somethin’ to do with your kid?” I see the way his jaw tenses. He doesn’t want me bringing that shit up, but I know it bothers him.
“Maybe.” That’s all he gives me. Maybe my ass. Sly has a daughter who’s an adult. I think she’s around twenty-four or twenty-five who lives with his ex. He doesn’t talk much about them other than to bitch about something.
“You know, I send this bitch money every goddamn week and she hasn’t even got the balls to say thank you,” he says, his head coming up and his eyes meeting mine.
“Which bitch? The ex or the daughter?” I know I’m playing with fire but I like watching Prez get all pissed and bent out of shape. Like now, as his face reddens and that vein in his forehead throbs with his anger.
“You talk about my daughter like that one more time and they will be buryin’ you in the back yard with that little fuck,” he roars. I chuckle and lean back with my cigarette between my lips.
“I’m fuckin’ with you, Prez. When’s the last time you got any pussy?”
“When I get it is none of your concern, asshole.”
“Might be my concern if you’re gonna act like that,” I point out. I see the slight curve of his lips.
“Fuck off, Gauge. Shelby is so fuckin’ strung out I can’t even talk to her dumbass and I have a bad feelin’ she is draggin’ Dezzy with her.”
“Dezzy? In all my years I been here I don’t think I’ve ever heard her name. Why is that?” I find myself interested in why he doesn’t talk about her much. I know they don’t get along but I don’t know why. Prez scrubs his hand over his face and sighs.
“I suppose that’s all on me. Dez was a good kid. Never gave me much shit when she was growin’ up. Her momma, though? That bitch was the fuckin’ devil herself. She would do anything she could to try and take Dez from me. She hated me for bein’ the prez. She hated me for what I did, but she kept comin’ back claimin’ she both loved and hated me. When Dez turned eighteen, Shelby had enough. She left and took Dez to Baltimore. She filled Dezzy’s head full of shit about me, and the club and the girl never looked back. Didn’t stop me from seein’ her but after a while she wouldn’t be there when I’d show up. I gave up and decided to just send money to them both.”
“Goddamn, Sly. I had no idea. Why don’t you talk to Dez and tell her what happened?”
“Don’t you think I fuckin’ tried? Hell, I’ve tried for years, but like I said, she avoids me or just doesn’t show up. I’ve pretty well given up on that shit,” he says with a sigh.
“That’s fucked up, man. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Fuck it. It’s my life, yeah? I chose this path and they didn’t. I can’t blame them for that. Maybe one day.”
“You want me to get the other prospects to clean this shit up?” Nodding toward the now dead prospect, he shrugs in response.
“Suppose so. Have them take the fucker out on the boat.”
I laugh and nod shoving out of my chair knowing exactly what happens when we take someone out on the boat.
Two
Dezzy
“You are so fucking wasted!” I laugh as I point at Shane, my boyfriend. He’s stumbling around the shitty apartment that me and my mom live in.
“Look at yourself,” he responds.
I laugh and turn the music up louder as I dance around the room. Nothing could ruin this high. I’m floating on a fucking cloud and I love it. The crash that comes after won’t be so much fun but mom will take care of that.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” Shane asks moving closer to me. I smile when his hand wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips crash into mine as colors explode behind my eyes. Shane moves us until he falls on the couch next to my mom. I don’t look at her, keeping my eyes closed as he kisses me roughly. His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging until I groan. I grind against the hard-on in his jeans that’s settled between my thighs. Rotating my hips, Shane keeps kissing me with a new frenzy. Our tongues dance with each other, loving the feel of the other. It isn’t until I hear my mom moan that I open my eyes. It wouldn’t surprise me to find her touching herself while Shane and I do what we do. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time she’s watched us but that’s not what I find when I snap my eyes open. The kissing stops instantly and I leap out of Shane’s lap when I see his hand under my mom’s skirt.