I push through the screen door, and it slamming behind me loudly as I nearly run back to my best friend and son. The son he doesn’t have a clue exists.
Nyctophilia- (n.)
Love of darkness or night,
finding relaxation or comfort
in the darkness.
I didn’t see Bethany at all yesterday. One full day of being away from her, and I haven’t stopped thinking of her. It’s like she crawled inside my mind, planted her ass down, and hasn’t gone anywhere since. It’s fucking with me.
I’m beginning to think she took my threat serious from the barbecue the other night. That’s good; I wanted her, too, because it was the truth. The chase only makes me want to have her again even more. Christ, that bitch looked so fucking beautiful when I touched her, too. Jesus, took my breath away.
She’s foolish if she believes I’ll let her hide out the entire week she’s visiting, though. I’ll show up at Viking’s house if I have too; I’m not above finding her. I’m trying not to be too pushy since she has a kid and all, but I won’t stand completely to the side either.
“You good, brother?” Viking questions me as he stares from across the table. I sorta just zoned out in front of everyone during church. We all do it, so I shrug it off.
“I’m straight. A little distracted or whatever, but it’s all good.”
“He needs some pussy; his mind’s too busy.” Ruger snickers, and I glare in return.
I saw his dumb ass flirting with B the other night. I should make him taste his teeth for that shit. He knows we fucked before. He should also know she’s off limits. He wanted her back then, and I told him to take a damn hike. Besides, he’s still a Nomad, so ride off into the sunset, motherfucker.
I don’t care about much, especially when it comes to the club. They do their thing, and I’m there with my support. The brothers rarely see me showing interest in any of the females around. If I like a bitch, they should back the fuck up and find another.
“It’s not too busy to know you need to mind your own.”
“Oh, I am brother; I assure you. I have no curiosity in her this time around. You made yourself clear the last time.”
The brothers sitting around the table all watch us curiously. This isn’t typical club business, but Ruger’s decided to air my laundry in front of everyone apparently.Stupid ass.
“Good.” I shut him out, not about to let everyone see me worked up. I’m glad the fucker learned quickly, though. No more going swimming and trying to hit it. That shit won’t fly this time. No one’s touching that pussy but me; I’ll make sure of it.
Odin clears his throat. “You know she’s leaving in a few days, right?”
Jesus fucking Christ.I can’t believe we’re discussing this shit in the middle of church right now. They all need to mind their own damn business instead of being knee deep in my shit.
“Thanks for that, Sherlock. Now can everyone mind their fuckin’ business or should we go about holding hands next? Maybe watch each other take a piss?”
Blaze grins and Scot chuckles. Viking just rolls his eyes and waits for us to be quiet so he can get back to his discussion. Odin shuts up immediately; he is after all the lowest on the totem pole besides the prospects. Sure, he’ll be VP someday, but he’s gotta earn that shit in his brother’s eyes.
Torch is like me—quiet and sticks close to Viking. Hell, we all stay close to our Prez. Who knew the craziest fucker in our group would end up being an amazing leader.
“Now, back to the women we have working for us. Does the bar still have enough security? I don’t want deputy douchebag showing up and catching them whoring out the back building.”
“Aye,” Scot confirms. “Makin’ good bit of cash too.”
“No issues at all? Blaze, you’ve been over there a lot. Anything?”
“Nope, the whores have been staying clean, and the johns have been leaving satisfied. They’re getting repeat customers and no one’s beating them up any more like when they were on their own. It’s going smooth as silk, Prez.”
“Good. Keep them safe and clean. If anyone wants to leave, make sure they have a way too. We get a decent cut, but overall, they work for themselves, and I want to keep it that way.”
The brothers nod. We’ve never been the type to be running pussy, but it’s worked out well for everyone involved so far. The crime in Austin against the whores was skyrocketing. Women were ending up dead or nearly beaten to death, some from overdose and not making it to the hospital in time.
Since they came to us asking for help, they’ve had no issues, and we’ve gotten a healthy profit from it. I’ll admit, it’s nice having another form of steady cash coming in rather than lump sums from random runs. When we have brothers visiting, they can have some company if they choose to.
I haven’t touched any of them either. I won’t—ever. A few of them are sweet and talk to me, try to catch my eye, but it never works. I don’t care about them being around the club and fucking the guys or whatever, but I prefer not to shit where I eat. I can only imagine the drama when someone gets feelings or whatever. No thank you. No easy pussy is worth that trouble.