Spade jumps up from the bed as Whisp begins talking about the new pole Knight and Storm mounted to the floor upstairs in the training room. Spade throws me an energy bar as he grabs Jade's hand dragging her out of the room, ignoring her protests.
“See you, ladies, later.”
“Make sure you keep it down, we not all getting it five times a day,” Mercy yells loud and all of us stare at her.
“What? That was days ago. Don't judge.” Mercy flicks her hair as she says this, then bends to pick up the discarded clothes on the floor.
The woman like After are both built as fighters. Mercy got hips, a big breast, and a curvy tall body that can make any man feel lesser.
After is leaner, but her stomach is ripped and her shoulders are broad, which makes up for her short form.
“You were fucking screaming so loud I heard you from outside,” Venus bursts out laughing.
I was witness to that day.
The Satan Sniper's Club was a lot different from the few bikers I have run into during my years in Washington DC.
The Satan Snipers mostly didn't have sex in the open, we heard them now and again or a few kissed each other on Saturday when we were having our open braai. But the place isn't a fuck fest.
Unless the other Chapters and Charters are around. That's an entirely new ball game.
I only witnessed it for a night before I left here but since my return, I did hear the stories among the women.
“Okay, okay, but in my defense, Knight and Storm have the bigger kind, two for one will keep no woman quiet.”
that big, Texas on the other hand,” Whisp starts
now you need to go talk to your man, don't take his shit, I know Zero is a lot like
fucker who's boss,” Mercy adds in
need to say, it is better knowing where you stand,” Venus advises me and hands me
at all the women who are so different from each other but joined by the club as
the stairs and go through
up the
going to say something
tell him
what Zero wants and I was going to protect him from the
the one listening and free the one confessing. As I walk closer to
better thinking about telling him the truth. But it does make
down the hill enters my mind but my
butt and I pull the piece of
my clothes consisted of three pairs of jeans, two
got from a hooker, Candy when
after that I shoved a beer bottle through her eye after she almost got me killed by the drug cartel, I
tried to steal from. He fucked me up and gave me a hundred bucks including
underwear, so that is something that still gets to me. But I did afford myself something nice, A leather Jacket
I went out hunting men from a list that did what Lucca
more names left. One of them was the brother of the man I was