B - stard (Royal Bastards MC) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,8
Guess her dad’s a senator or some shit.”
My brow wrinkles. “The fuck would an uppity rich bitch be strippin’? It doesn’t make any sense. You sure she said it was her father?”
“Yep, trust me, Prez. I thought the same motherfucking thing when I heard it myself.”
“Have you talked to Maddy about it?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, if it’s true, I may scare her off.”
“Might be a good thing, if she’s who this chick is claiming her to be and all.”
He silently bristles, not agreeing. I’m not a dumb fuck. I know he’s carved out a soft spot for her.
“What aren’t you telling me, Blow?” I press my VP. Obviously, he’s not coughing up everything he knows. “Out with it. I don’t give a shit if you’re fucking her too.” I decide to just speak plainly. I don’t like my VP keeping thoughts to himself on this chick because we’ve both been tapping her ass.
“Maddy likes her powder.”
“Ah.” The pieces suddenly click together. I should’ve guessed if she was shacking up with my VP when she wasn’t busy sucking my cock, it’d be for some snow. “She an addict? She’s been smart enough not to ask me for any…just taking when I offer.”
He shrugs, jaw flexing. “I’m not one to call someone out on their vices.”
“Understandable. I’m just gauging the amount of liability this stripper brings to the club with her presence.”
“I won’t let her get us into any shit.” He grows defensive. Fucker has definitely gone soft on the bitch.
I chuckle. The bastard that I am won’t hesitate to call him on his bullshit. “She’s already brought in shit! Think about what you just told me about who her pops is. He could be buddy-buddy with the fucking FBI, for all we know. The last thing we need is government presence in our fucking clubhouse, brother. The bitch could be working for daddy. Politicians love bringing down criminals. Looks good on their ass-kissing resumes.”
“She’s not like that,” he states firmly, his cheeks red from irritation. I don’t buy it for a minute. I sell drugs. I’m a skeptic on everyone who isn’t a member of this club.
“How do you know? You’d trust her with your life, or with ours? You’d do time for the bitch?”
“If I didn’t trust her, I wouldn’t have her pussy in my bed, on repeat. She’d be a hit it and quit it—”
“Yet, you keep going back, meaning...”
He nods, confirming my earlier thought that he’s soft on her.
“You feel something for her?” I ask outright, not pussyfooting around it.
“Maybe.”
“All right, then. I’ll stop getting my cock sucked by her.”
“It’s not like that.”
I snort. “Give me a fucking break. You had hearts in your eyes from the moment you saw her.”
“Fuck off.”
“Just callin’ it like I see it. Now, where is this person who was asking around?”
“It’s her sister…a real fancy bitch. Gave me her card, told me to call if I saw Maddy, only she calls her Madison.”
“Did you?”
“Fuck, no. If Maddy wanted to reach out, she would. Her relationship with her family is none of my business, nor do I want it to be.”
“Well, make it your business. We can’t have her fucking daddy showing up here next. A bullet in a senator will raise all types of flags, and I’m not trying to do any time without a good enough reason. You feel me?”
“Yeah, I get you. I’ll see what I can find out, but so far, she’s said next to nothin’ about her personal life.”
“You’re her personal life now. If she’s warming your bed, she’ll start opening up. Bitches always do. This one’ll be no different.”
“Consider it done.”
I nod. “And leave the card. I’ll see what Plague can find out once he’s slept off his latest tequila binge or whatever the hell he’s into.”
He tosses the small cardstock on my desk and, with a salute, makes his way out the club office. Powerhouse nods toward the door and follows Blow.
I jot down the name and digits before turning to a silent Whiskey. The fool didn’t say a word the entire time my VP was in here defending his new bed interest. “You catch all that?”
He rolls his eyes. “I may be older than you, but I’m not fucking deaf.”
With a chuckle, I hold the card to him. “Then give this to Plague and get what I need.”
He nods. “I’ll get back to you tomorrow on it.”
“Appreciate it,” I grumble and watch him pocket the card. He pecks at his phone, ordering us some