Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,25

nothing.”

“I know how you roll, man. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Good. Until then, business as usual.”

“Got it,” I concede, heeding his orders.

The field he’s mentioning is where we had our first meetup together, or what we refer to as our first official church session to discuss the takeover. Chaos had brought a couple of us in, told us what was going on with his father and asked us to help him clean house. Damn near every member from the original crew had to be taken out, along with his father. Back then, his dad was the active prez and Chaos was the club’s enforcer. Our MC is completely different now. My brother has surrounded himself with a few close people he can trust. Not only that, but he’s managed to get the club away from some really fucked up shit. We may deal drugs and guns, run protection, and various other adventurous jobs, but we don’t beat, rape, and sell women.

He chin-lifts, and I look to where he’s gestured. One of the club whores is making her way toward me. The bitch looks like she’s on the prowl.

“Don’t want any gash,” I hiss out the side of my mouth.

He snickers. “Get your cocked sucked. You’ll feel better.”

With a grumble, I consider his words. The whore’s not nearly as sexy as Savannah, but she’s not bad. Maybe getting head would unwind my mind a bit…my little angel made it clear yesterday she won’t be letting me fuck her anytime soon.

For a while, I’d even considered pursuing Chaos’s sister. She’s fairly young, but she’s fucking gorgeous. She’s been through enough shit with her father, and in the end, I figured she may have some deep-seated daddy issues. Me being much older than her might fuck her up even more. Not to mention it would piss my brother off, me looking at his younger sister like that. I eventually let the idea rest. I know I’d have enjoyed every minute of sliding into that cunt, and she’d have known what to expect with a member warming her bed.

Savannah has no idea about the lifestyle we live. She’s green, and I swear that detail draws me to her even more. Truthfully, I’m not sure she could handle it if I were completely honest with her. Not that I think we’d go that far, but if we did…hell, even this trampy club whore knows more about the fucked-up shit I do than Savannah.

“Heya, Bash, you want some company?” she offers, folding her arms together, so her tits nearly pop out of the push-up bra she’s got on. I look her over, taking in her bra and thong. She’s not attempting to hide anything.

“You own a sundress?” I ask after a beat.

Her hand moves to flip her long dark hair behind her shoulder, then she reaches over to rub my bicep. I’ve got a navy T-shirt on under my vest, showing off part of the ink on my arms. “I have a minidress and a miniskirt.” She blinks really fast. I wonder if she’s attempting to bat her eyelashes at me or some shit. She doesn’t need to try all that extra stuff. Men are easy to please. For one thing, we’re visual creatures, and she’s got her assets on display, so she’s already got it covered.

“Nah, not the same thing.”

She pops her bottom lip out into a pout, and I chuckle. That flirty pouting doesn’t work on me. Maybe if my angel did it, then I’d take notice and want to do something about it. “I could ask around,” she offers, and I shake my head.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need clothes on to suck my cock, anyhow.”

“You want me right here?” She glances around, taking in everyone else. The prez is watching this exchange, no doubt amused by my requests. Every brother in here knows I have a thing for sundresses ever since my sweet Southern belle showed up in one, and I had it flying when we went for a spin. I’ll never forget her surprised scream or melodic giggle when I took off. Damn, she felt good holding on to me like her life depended on it.

“Fuck it,” I grumble, giving in to the temptation, hoping it’ll clear my head a bit. “Why the fuck not.”

She eagerly falls to her knees before me. Cookie likes to put on a show, striving to get whatever attention she can muster up from us grouchy bastards. We’re at the strip club with