B - stard (Royal Bastards MC) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,6
our supplier and brought in some more powder. On the way home, they met with our big buyer and was able to get rid of a chunk they had on hand.”
He whistles through his teeth, before commenting. “A kilo and a half, right? Same as last time? A twenty-one-k payday?”
“We cut him a deal and came home with eighteen profit.”
“Nice.”
“As always, Whiskey and Plague will take a higher cut since they risked their necks on pickup and drop off, but we’ll still see some cheddar.”
“That’s what’s up,” he nods, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders.
“We’ve got two weeks until another drop comes through, but I’ll hit you up to see if you want in. Plague wants the cash, but he knows the rules—we offer the option to another brother first since he had last dibs. We’ll discuss it in church next week. Make sure you hit up the strippers with baggies—a few of them been texting me about wanting to buy. I told them you’d come around when we got more in.”
“I can do that, but I’ll pass on the next exchange if someone else wants it. I’ve got a fight booked, so I have extra cash coming in.”
“Sweet! Out at Hell Hole?”
He nods. The Hell Hole is an old biker bar out in bum fuck Egypt. It was built to surround an outside patio, but when the place started going to shit, they turned it into an outdoor fighting ring. It’s reserved for MCs only and a decent place to make some money through personal bets. The owner’s a lazy fuck and rarely opens anymore unless he has a fight in the works. It’s a neutral ground where we all wear our colors and don’t start shit with anybody unless we’re willing to take it to the ring. The availability to bash someone’s face in tends to keep the peace. Shit, I’ve been there when clubs have gone head to head and beat the shit out of each other one after the other. It makes for some good entertainment and contacts.
“You know who you’re fighting?”
“Skull Cracker from Lost Saints.”
My brows shoot up. “Thought you were cool with him.”
“I am, but he threw out my name, and I responded.”
“So, you’ll be concentrating on training more?” That’s another thing Powerhouse does all the time; the dude’s way into fitness. We have a shelf full of shaker cups in his honor. The guy is always chugging something with protein in it.
He nods. “That a problem?”
“Not at all. I’m looking forward to watching you beat some ass.”
He chuckles. “That you can count on.”
“You hookup with anybody last week?” I ask, referencing the night he went and brought a truckload of strippers back for private entertainment.
He shrugs. “I got an eye on one of ‘em. Not the one who was on your lap, though.”
I shoot him a cocky smile. “Maddy’s good at sucking my cock.”
“I figured. She’s been here every night since then,” he points out, brow raised.
We hear moans coming from Blow’s room. He’s got his window open but blinds down. It sounds like he’s going to town, too, and not holding back on her.
“Not only for me, man; she’s been cozying up to Blow.” I nod toward the open window and clear sounds of fucking. “I’m guessing they think I’m blind to her making heart eyes his way and shit. Not like he’s being too careful about it; this shit happens a couple times a day. He may have a pretty face that bitches love, but my cock’s still bigger.”
He releases a hefty laugh and nods. “True that.” We’d had a dick measuring contest one night when the shit-talking got out of hand. It’s wasn’t only a bunch of dudes and dicks, either. There were chicks present doing the measuring. Just another crazy night at the MC. Anyhow, it’s been noted that I’m well-endowed—more so than any other motherfucker here. Hence my name, Ripper. It’s not for removing heads; it’s for tearing up pussy—one of my favorite things to do.
I shrug. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s making rounds. Bitches love an outlaw in their bed. Something about the danger of us keeps ‘em coming back for more. I rarely catch their names anymore. As far as I’m concerned, they’re around here to get my dick wet…nothing more.”
“You’re a bastard, brother.”
I flash a grin and agree, “Through and through. No use in denying it. Being tame never got me anywhere, so fuck that boring shit.”
“You’re real. I’ve always respected that. It’s one