before.
Cuntstruck.
No.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
There’s no fucking way I’m being ‘struck and certainly not by some fucking stripper. Nope. Fuck no.
I need some goddamn whiskey, straight and by the fucking gallon. I flag down Speck and he frowns as he walks over to me but there’s no way I’m letting her run off without a set of eyes on her until I figure out what the fuck I’m gonna do about this situation.
“Watch her.”
He shrugs. “I have been from the second she got here. Has something happened? Someone else tried to touch her again?”
It doesn’t matter to me that he’s my cousin, my blood and someone I grew up with, the fucking longing in his voice just sucker punches me.
“You touch her, I kill you. Simple as that. Keep your eyes on her and call me the fucking second anything happens. I need a fucking gallon of whiskey to forget this fucking night has even happened.”
Speck’s eyes turn into saucers. “Are you— holy fucking shit, are you kidding me?! Tell me you’re just going for dibs here and you’re not ‘struck? Fuck Tomi, of fucking course you’d be ‘struck on her.”
I peg him with a look. “I meant what I fucking said, touch her and you’re bleeding the fuck out. I’m out, I have too much shit to do to be standing around here fucking gossiping.”
I walk out to the sound of him cussing me the fuck out but really he’s only saying the shit swirling in my goddamn head anyway.
The motherfucking Callaghan Curse.
I wasn’t built for that bullshit. Rue has the patience of a fucking saint with all of the shit he’s been dealing with for Poe but I’m not that man. I’m the type that fucks a new woman every night. The type who keeps his shit on lockdown so I never have to worry about child support or alimony.
I’m not going to get stuck with a fucking stripper and all of the baggage that comes with them. Fuck.
I get on my hog and ride back to the clubhouse, ready to get so fucking drunk I forget about today and find some biker bitch to suck me off, but instead I find a parking lot full of motorbikes and music blaring out of the bar.
Fantastic.
The fucking Bay Charter of the Unseen are here.
Just what I fucking need.
I could go inside and see the lot of them. I could spend a few hours drinking with the Boar and his crew, trying to soak up any little clues and signs about the rat problem. I could do my fucking job, the job I’ve had a handle on my entire life, but the fucking second my eyes landed on Angel everything fucking changed.
I think about turning my bike around and heading straight back to the fucking Boulevard but instead I perch my ass on my bike and cuss myself and the curse right the fuck out because it’s happening already. I’m already feeling that fucking noose around my neck choking the life outta me and it’s only been a fucking hour since I laid eyes on her.
How the fuck does Rue live like this?
Instead, I clear my calendar.
I'd been meaning to do a full audit of The Boulevard and finding myself fucking 'struck by a pair of tits with a mean right hook just has me moving that shit forward a couple of weeks.
When I make my way through the clubhouse Farrah waves at me, all coaxing fingers and pouty lips just how I like, but my dick says no fucking thanks.
I'm not fucking happy about it.
"Why don't you wanna come play with me? It's been forever."
Fuck it. I glare at her. "It ain't the time, I've got shit to do. Go find someone else to fuck."
The pout goes from seductive to hurt in a split second. Fucking 'struck, I don't need this kinda shit messing up my life. "Don't look at me like that, I've got a job to do around here that isn't getting on my knees. Find someone who's interested."
She storms off and half the bar starts whooping and jeering at her little old tantrum.
"Since fucking when do you say no to Farrah? Your dick broken or something?" Hawk says with a laugh and I give him a look.
"Good fucking morning to you too. Is Mom around? I need to talk to her about Trink."
That wipes the grin off of his face. "What the hell is she up to now? I'm gonna have to lock her in the fucking house at