Fallon (Henchmen MC Next Generation #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,17
guy has a death wish," Cary said eight minutes later while Dezi took yet another blow that landed him flat on his back.
"Stay the fuck down," his opponent said, a little winded, a little bruised in the face, but the clearly more methodical and trained fighter.
"Alright," Cary said, slipping under the ropes, and moving forward as Dezi got shakily back on his feet. "You're done," he said, shoving Dezi back hard enough to knock him against the ropes, where Dezi stayed, rubbing his chest.
"Ow," he said, smirking. "Alright, Zaddy, maybe you do have the right idea with all the picking up and putting down of heavy things," he relented.
"You done being an idiot?" I asked as he moved out of the ring.
"For the next five minutes or so, give or take," Dezi said, seemingly oblivious to the blood dripping from his split lip as he shot me a smile.
"I'll shower back at the clubhouse. You're less likely to get into trouble there," I added, giving Cary a nod as he joined us.
It was a couple hours after that when I walked out of the kitchen to find Dezi lying across the bar, passed the fuck out. Boots still on. Cell phone resting on the center of his chest.
"If you wake him, we have to deal with him," Seth said, shooting me a smile.
"Yeah, didn't you hear that old adage about never waking a sleeping baby?" Cary asked, dropping down on the couch with a giant salad he must have had delivered.
"Hey, Fallon," Slash said, coming in from the prospect room. "My guys are rolling through town now."
And, sure enough, we could all hear the bikes.
There was a pause at the gates as they talked to the guard stationed there, then they pulled into the lot, and their engines cut.
Then there was Sway and Crow.
"The fuck happened to you?" Slash asked, looking at the tall, dirty-blonde, tatted one with a bloody eye and swollen lip.
"How was I supposed to know she was married?" he asked, making it clear that he was Sway, the one who supposedly liked pussy more than the rest of us combined.
"The ring on her finger, maybe," the other guy, Crow, suggested.
Crow was about the same height as Sway, but a little thinner. He had long black hair and golden skin that spoke of possible Native American roots, black eyes, black and gray ink up his arms and across his throat, two dimple piercings, and a septum piercing as well.
"Hey, I wasn't exactly looking at her fingers," Sway said, smirking at his friend. "Had to ride out of that town fast, so we made good time," he added, shrugging the whole incident off. "So, this is the famous Navesink Bank Henchmen, huh? Any of you fuck in that glass room on the roof?" he asked.
"Stop thinking with your cock for a minute," Slash demanded.
"I can try," Sway said. "Oh, fuck, but it won't be easy," he went on, pressing a hand to his heart at something behind me.
Turning, I found Billie walking in the back door with an inexplicable handful of green foliage of some sort.
"You look for a second later and you're gonna need to get your eyes gouged out," Slash told his man. "That's one of their princesses."
"Billie, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, me, doing a little gardening. I planted this all along your back fence," she said, waving whatever greenery it was in the air.
"Please tell me that's not pot," I said, barely catching a glimpse of it before she stuffed it in her weird basket bag thing hanging from a chunky strap on her shoulder.
"Pot? Where?" Dezi asked, popping up on the bar.
"I thought you were asleep," Cary said, shaking his head.
"I was. But I have some words that wake me out of a dead sleep," Dezi declared, swinging himself around to sit off the front of the bar. "Pot, party, and pus—vagina," he said, giving Billie a nod.
"You can say pussy," Billie shot back. "I say it all the time. Pussy pussy pussy. Cunt is a good word too. It has some power in it. It sounds like it stands on its own beside cock. Cunt/cock. Cunt/cock."
"Jesus Christ," I grumbled.
"You're sure she's a princess?" Sway asked, looking heartbroken. "Has there been a DNA test and shit?"
"If you met her mom, you wouldn't be asking that," Seth declared.
"Yeah, but it's her dad that counts in this situation, don't you think?" Sway asked, getting finger guns out of Dezi.