know I'm out. She likes having me around, Dustin isn't pulling his weight now Maddy had the baby."
Fucking babies. Bitches and babies, a single drop of sweat works its way down my spine.
I have no fucking time for that shit. None. Zero. Another fucking reason this 'struck bullshit needs to disappear. I don't need to be locked down by a woman who comes with some asshole's babies. Strippers always come with baggage and I'd put money on Angel having some asshole ex.
She’s too fucking hot not to.
I try to keep my mind on the topic at hand because the tone of his voice has alarm bells ringing in my fucking head. "Diamond likes having you round because she wants a patch. She doesn't give a fuck who she gets that shit from, she just wants to be in the life. Stay the fuck away from her and if you can't help yourself, stick to blowjobs. Just a little advice from your blood."
He grins and shrugs. "Maybe I don't give a fuck about whether or not she's into me. Maybe I just want a warm hole and a great set of tits to blow all over."
I shake my head at the asshole because he’s gotta get his head outta his ass over this shit soon. There’s this mindless greed that the girls around here have because all of Coldstone know who we are and what we deal in. There isn't a member in the charter that's having money troubles, the average cut for a single weapons run is more than most folk make in a year.
It's why The Boulevard is such a win-win for us. The girls get all of their own tips plus a retainer to stay clean and loyal. The drinks in this place make a tidy profit and the laundering opportunities are endless.
We just need the right fucking accountant to smooth things out a little more, then maybe my headache from this place would ease off.
Mike dips his head at me as we pass and I return the gesture. He's a decent enough sort of guy. Here to feed his kids and pay his ex child support. Hears nothing, sees nothing, ready to bury a body at the drop of a hat.
Perfect employee.
The fact that I have a file full of his criminal activity helps to make sure he stays loyal to the club. I'm not the type of man to leave that shit to chance.
I try to keep my eyes away from the stage but the crowd here is unbelievable. It's a fucking Tuesday and yet there isn't a free seat to be found by the main stage. Diamond looks fucking wrecked, the drinks are flowing and even Mel is serving instead of dancing.
"Busy night! The new girl is fucking popular."
My teeth hurt as I grind them together viciously. "Looks like it. Get your ass on over to Trink."
He gives me a look but doesn't bother questioning me. Wise move, I'm beyond not in the fucking mood.
I wait until I'm at the bar, pouring my second shot of whiskey and ignoring the flirty glances from Diamond herself, and then I look over at the show Angel is giving.
Big mistake.
Huge.
My blood turns to fucking ice at the same time as my belly fills with rage-fueled fire. I take the second shot without looking away from the sinful swing of her hips as she twirls around the pole, her ass completely showing thanks to the thong she's rocking. The matching black bra is still in place but the cash being thrown on the stage in fucking stacks is proof that no one is leaving until her tits come out to play.
When she suddenly tips and flips upside down, her legs splitting open in a full fucking show of flexibility, my cock doesn't just come to the party. Nope, I nearly fucking bust a nut, instantly at the edge of coming at the thought of her splitting those legs for me.
I wonder if her pussy tastes just like the honey scent of her.
I wonder if her pussy feels like the fucking heavenly place it looks on the damn stage. I've never been a jealous man. Never given a fuck about what the girls I've been fucking are doing when I'm not balls deep in them.
I'm about a half-second away from ripping some arms clean off of patrons’ bodies, the way they're all calling out to her and trying to reach out to touch her. She's far enough away from them