“You claimin’ your brothers wouldn’t do a proper job,” Zeus snarled.
“Ain’t saying shit. Wanna make something of this? Are you protecting a kiddie fucker, Pres? Quarter of these men here got children; think they’d want Dodge sticking his cock in one of them? I’m claiming that some guys here consider Dodge their friend and brother and might make a mistake burying the body,” Chance threw down the gauntlet. It was up to Zeus which stance he chose. He could see those brothers with kids observing his next move.
“All four of ya go. Want him buried properly, and I’ll have his cut,” Zeus replied.
“I’ll take the cut; I killed the kiddie raping bastard, therefore, I own it,” Big Al said, and Zeus glanced around again and nodded.
“Fuckin’ have it. Bitch, get here and give me a blowjob,” Zeus roared at a whore.
Big Al rolled his eyes.
“Keep a watch on your brothers and the rest of the rabble,” Big Al murmured in Chance’s ear.
Chance nodded.
Big Al strode out of the clubhouse, heading to his small apartment five minutes away.
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Big Al spoke to Celt and then entered his home. The girl was cowering in the living room corner, and Big Al peered at her. She was beautiful, older than he first believed, but too young for a clubhouse. Her heart-shaped face was pale and covered in freckles across her pert little nose; her lips were a natural cupid’s bow. Stunning blue eyes, the colour of dark sapphires, stared at him in fear. Big Al forced himself not to notice her perfect body, but the full breasts, tiny waist, flared hips and juicy ass were seared into his memory.
“Want a drink?” he asked gently.
“I’m underage,” she shot back, and Big Al liked the fire in her eyes.
“Think I don’t know that sweetness? I am offering a soft drink while I figure out what to do with you! What’s your damn name?”
“Tatiana, my friends called me Tati,” she snapped, lifting her chin. Big Al noticed the past tense of called.
“Big Al. Tati, I got lemonade and coke. Which do you want?”
“I won’t fuck you either!” Tati declared, and Big Al chuckled.
“Honey, I ain’t into kiddie fucking. Big no-no, which is why I slit that fucker’s throat that just tried to fuckin’ rape you. Now I’m offering you a drink and conversation because no way should a girl like you have ended up in that clubhouse,” Big Al said.
“I’m seventeen!” Tati exclaimed, and Big Al laughed.
“And I’m forty-two, too old for you. Sit your ass down. This is probably one of the safest places for you. Where do your parents think you are?”
“They’re dead, and my foster carers don’t give a shit; they just want the paycheque,” Tati said.
Big Al’s eyes narrowed. Something was going on here. This girl didn’t arrive at Hellfire randomly. He entered his tiny kitchen, poured two cokes, and was surprised when he returned; Tati was still present.
“When did they die?” Big Al urged gently.
“Seven years ago, my family didn’t want me, so I was shoved into foster homes,” Tati said. Big Al sensed the hurt Tati hid.
“Tell me how you ended up on Hellfire?” Big Al asked, relaxing back in his favourite armchair. Tati gingerly perched on the arm of his couch.
“I was sitting in the local park, and a woman was nattering about a fun party. Her name was Ramona; she kept looking at me and offered me a smoke. We started talking, and she said she knew where a banging party was happening and asked if I wanted to come? Ramona seemed so nice, but when we got there, she changed. She was yanking me around, introducing me to men, and then that man slapped Ramona across the face and began dragging me off.”
Big Al’s gut tightened as Tati spoke.
Ramona was one of the biggest whores, and every one of Zeus’s lot had slipped into her skanky cunt. Big Al swore she pissed STDs. Ramona was also known for bringing fresh blood to the club. She’d over-stepped with this innocent girl, and Big Al would make her pay.
“So you gonna go back to your foster parents?” Big Al asked.
“Fuck no, that dirty asshole tried getting his hands down my pants a week after I arrived. I did a runner and have been sleeping in an abandoned house since. It still has running water, so I stay clean and have plenty of drink,” Tati said carelessly.