Jinx (Kings of Carnage MC) - Chelsea Camaron Page 0,12
the coast of North Carolina today.
“Where’s the prospect?” I ask, wondering how in the hell last night’s party ended up with the clubhouse trashed, yet most of us weren’t even around that long.
“Life’s a party, live it and die,” Sly jokes, slapping me on the back, “Can’t believe you spoke without a prompt, brotha.”
Sly is a slick son-of-a-bitch. He has detailed ink running up and down one arm and even some serious shit on his neck that to most makes him unapproachable. The brother is seriously one easy-going guy, as long as you’re on his good side. Piss him off and that fucker will straight ruin your day or your life. He likes to razz me, as we all do each other.
“Fuck you, Sly,” I tease back. Okay, yeah, I’m not one to speak unless spoken to, but seriously, where are the fucking prospects? It’s an understood thing. We make the mess and they clean it up. So, why the fuck is the clubhouse trashed at seven o’clock at night?
“Found the prospects,” North says, sliding down the pole from upstairs. He arrived just moments before us, and obviously, saw the state of things and took action. North is the enforcer for the Kings and had a job to look into so he left the meeting with the Hellions ahead of us. His feet hit the concrete, and he laughs. “Never worry, I got ‘em up.” The joy in his voice tells me he had fun waking the sleeping beauties.
“You didn’t piss on their heads or something fucked up, did you?” I ask because North is crazy and finds it funny to fuck with people any way he can. I wouldn’t put it past him to pee on them
“Nah, Jinx, only brother I’m whippin’ my shit out around is you.” He winks and grabs his crotch.
I rub my chest. “Aw, don’t go makin’ me hard, North,” I mock. He knows I like to watch and isn’t shy in putting on a show. While I’d never fuck a dude, cock sliding into pussy is a scene that simply never gets old for a guy like me.
This is us, easy going, all in it together.
“Jinx, find someone,” Chaos commands looking to me. “I don’t give a fuck who, but get a female who will clean. As a dude, we just suck at this cleaning shit. This place needs a softer touch. It’s obvious the prospects got other shit on their minds. They can do bitch work, but somethin’s gotta give here. Get with Sly on a salary to offer, but I want someone in here sooner over later, get me?”
I nod as my attention goes to Bash. He moves around to the bar as the two prospects enter the room. Bash lifts a beer bottle, inspecting it. “Half full,” he mutters, and I wonder what the fuck he’s about to do. He looks at the contents again before going to the prospects.
“Y’all have a good time last night?”
They nod but don’t speak. Smart move, fellas.
“Have a little too much to drink, maybe?” Bash questions. “Too much pussy?”
They don’t reply.
Bash is a broody motherfucker. When he snaps, he lives up to his name and starts bashing shit in. The look in his eyes right now, I can tell the man is twitching to break something, or someone, for that matter. Bash lifts the beer and pours it over the first prospect’s head, grabbing his cut and holding the man in place. The second prospect steps back when Bash moves to continue dropping the rest over him.
“Man up,” Bash orders, but the prospect doesn’t listen.
The guy shakes his head. “Don’t disrespect me, brother.”
One single phrase seals the fucker’s fate. He’s not a brother. Bash is not his brother. Bash is his Vice President.
His words piss me off, and I snap. Charging forward, I step between Bash and the prospect. With my forearm to his throat, I back him to the wall.
“Disrespect you? Disrespect you? Who the fuck are you? Brother, you are not! Shit on my motherfuckin’ boot, that’s what the fuck you are now. You drank our beer, you downed our liquor, you fucked our bitches, and you passed the fuck out like the little pussy you are. And you dare to tell my Vice Pres, my fuckin’ brother, not to disrespect you? And you use the word brother? You didn’t earn that shit. How about you don’t disrespect my cut, my colors, and my motherfuckin’ clubhouse? You had a job, prospect. Clean up