“Did I hear the wordstaken care of?” Nikolai emerges from between one of the girl’s tits, licking his lips. “Who do we need to take care of? Didn’t I say I want to be in on all the fun?”
Gareth pours himself a glass of whiskey. “Two juniors who are spouting rumors about the first initiation from a few weeks ago. They’re even tattling to Serpents.”
“Oh?” Nikolai’s eyes gleam as he absentmindedly pinches the girl’s nipple over her camisole. “Let me in, Jer. I’ll put the fear of God in their souls.”
“What if they’re not scared?” I fetch a cigarette, lean against Gareth’s chair, and light it. “You can’t punish or threaten someone who’s not familiar with the concept of fear.”
Jeremy raises a brow, swirling the contents of his drink as he watches me. “What do you suggest?”
“Find their Achilles’ heel and exploit it. If they don’t have one, fabricate it and make them believe it’s real.” I blow a cloud of smoke over Gareth’s head. “I’m sure our fixer here will be able to gather enough intel to help you out. Unless he’s too frightened to get his precious hands dirty.”
“You little—” Gareth starts, but I cut him off.
“What? You don’t want to help Jeremy uphold the club’s power? I thought you were friends.”
“Enough, Kill.” Jeremy points his drink to his left. “Niko will take care of it.”
I tsk through a puff of smoke.
“Hell to the fucking yeah.” Nikolai rubs his nose. “Violence, baby.”
“You don’t have to resort to violence,” Gareth says with the tone of a pacifist moron.
“Usually, the threat of it is enough,” I finish for him.
“We’re doing this my way, motherfuckers.” Nikolai spanks a girl’s ass, making her yelp. “Get some front-row seats to watch and learn.”
Gareth tips his head in his direction. “Try not to provoke the Serpents while you’re at it.”
“Not possible.”
“They’re part of the Bratva, too. If blood spills, you and Jeremy will be held accountable by your parents.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Jeremy takes a sip of his drink. “Serpents might be part of the same organization, but their fathers are our parents’ rivals in the race for power. One day, they will take the reins, so they’re trying to squash us before we take over the empire.”
“Which is why they’re putting all their effort into these little provocations that are a camouflage for a bigger scheme.” I flop down beside Nikolai and take a pull on my cigarette.
“Exactly,” Jeremy agrees. “We can’t let our guard down.”
The girl who did a world tour from Jeremy’s to Nikolai’s lap inches toward me on all fours with the desperation of a cougar in heat.
Her eyes blaze and she’s probably drunk or high, or both, considering her extremely dilated pupils.
She lets her dark hair fall over her face, a real imitation of that horror movie where a girl comes out of a well. Even her movements match that ghost.
I grab her by the hair and drag her between my legs. She gasps, but then giggles, snorts, and releases all sorts of annoying noises that should be enough ammo to ban her from breathing.
My fingers dig into her skull, then her jaw. “Open.”
She does obediently, revealing a tongue piercing.
It’s not the same mouth that was so full with my cum that she spat it all over my designer shoes while glaring and shaking.
The shaking is important, because even though she was clearly terrified and completely out of her element, she still scowled at me.
Still spat my cum out as if it wasn’t worthy of being in her stomach.
For that reason alone, I’m tempted to fill all her holes with that cum.