Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,24
my lips and reminiscing. I’ve been walking around with a nonstop chubby, and my stomach’s killing me from the absurd case of blue balls I’ve had. You know how hard it is to ride with a chubby and blue balls? Each bump is a blessing and a curse.
It’s taken everything in me not to mention it to Savannah, but I promised myself I wouldn’t pressure her. That’s done nothing but result in me being a fucking prick to the brothers. Oh sure, they’re highly entertained. They think this shit is hilarious, while I want to strangle my cock until the bastard eventually deflates.
Chaos shoots one of his signature glares in my direction. I’m used to his moodiness, so I take it in stride. “You need to get a handle on your shit.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. He’s one to talk, all wrapped up in his bitch. Not that I can blame him. I’m beginning to see the allure of having a woman around on the regular. Savannah has basically taken over any free time I have that I don’t wrap up in the club, and it’s not something I want to stop or slow down on any time soon.
“You’re pissing the brothers off,” he continues, not giving me a chance to respond. “Jinx and I may put up with your bullshit, but Sly or North will end up decking your ass if you bite their fucking heads off again. You’re acting like a chick on her cycle. Either fuck your woman or else find a club whore to take care of it for you. Hell, they’re all more than willing to take you up on any crumbs you’ll offer in their direction. I swear those females are even more hooked on your ass since you wrecked your bike and roughed up your face.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
I shrug, not surprised with them finding me more attractive like this. “Chicks always think they have a chance at fixing me, brother. Bitches haven’t the slightest fucking clue about what goes on up here.” I point to my head. “Nor do I want them to. If they saw some of the shit we’ve seen, they’d lose it.” That’s no lie either, Chaos and I have been through our fair share, cleaning up after his father’s mess. Hell, I feel for the brother. There’s no telling what he went through before we grew close, and I started prospecting for the club.
He concurs with a long sigh. “I feel you, brother. However, you’re my VP. I can’t have you all twisted up and shit over a woman or whatever it is. I’m just assuming it’s an issue of the female variety since those types have the power to make us a touch fuckin’ crazy.”
I shoot him an intense look, stiffening up. “You know I always have your back, Chaos. If something is going down, you say the word, and I’ll handle whatever you need me to. My loyalty won’t stop, no matter what bitch I’m chasing after. You have my word.”
He grunts, taking a hefty swig from the bottle of Fireball he’s got sitting on the office desk. “Fuck. It seems like no matter what loose ends I tie up from my father, I discover something else the motherfucker was into.”
“He was a sick, twisted fuck,” I mutter, telling him the same thing I’ve said for years. His father’s the whole reason I came into his club in the first place. Sure, I was destined for club life, but it was Chaos coming to me, that had me pledging my life and loyalty to the Kings of Carnage. The brother is my best friend; ain’t no fuckin’ way was I going to sit back while he dealt with his father’s shit. He needed someone he could trust, and I vowed to always be that person. I may’ve joined under his father’s rule, but my allegiance was to Chaos. In my view, he was always the true King in the club—nobody else.
“I’m sending North and the prospect to check it out. If anything is as bad as it sounds, we may need to roll out to handle it.”
“You want me to hit up the brothers for church so we can discuss details?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet. If the intel turns out to be true, then we’ll pop over to our field and come up with a plan. I don’t know why, but I think the best when we’re in the open, surrounded by