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Authors: Jordan Abbott
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but you’re not giving me any pussy!”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?” Ella wasn’t sure if she was afraid, flattered or repulsed by Pipe at that moment.
“Pussy juice, it does a body good!”
Ella took a deep breath and exhaled.
“This is really awkward, anyone else think this is awkward?” Kevin looked back and forth between Ricky and Nuke.
“Yep,” they both said.
“Are they flirting or getting ready to call 911 on each other? Because I can’t tell.”
“I think this is how Pipe flirts,” Nuke replied as he looked at his watch. “Three Jack Daniels straight up, Ella.”
She nodded and left the VIP section. She glanced back over her shoulder with a quick look back at Pipe.
“I didn’t know you had white chicks working here. Where you get Ella from?” Kevin asked.
“She applied for the job!” Ricky responded with an angry look. “She’s not the only one. All nationalities work here, including a few pasty-ass white boys!”
Nuke let out a loud laugh.
Pipe snickered as he scanned the crowd.
“What can I do for you boys?” Ricky said as he adjusted the rings on his fingers.
Nuke scooted in close to Ricky; “What’s going on with the ESGs? Do we have a problem there? We heard they’re double dealing.”
Ricky shook his head. “They’re a pain in my ass lately. That’s between them and me. I had a good thing going with Levan, and then poof, he’s MIA. I heard he’s head deep in the St. Joe River. Andre and his boys think they’re real fucking gangsters. But they’re not stupid. They won’t fuck with the Hells Vipers; lots of good history there. It’s that fake-ass MC club over on Drexel.”
“You knew about the club and didn’t tell us?” Pipe questioned him.
“Because they aren’t SHIT! Only five of them got motorcycles. All they have are leather jackets with a lame-ass insignia on the back. They sit around that house and talk about what they want to do but don’t do a damn thing. They aren’t a threat to your club.”
“They’re wearing our colors. That’s disrespectful!” Nuke added.
Ricky nodded. “I can understand your feeling on that.”
“We’re going to handle this. Are we going to have a problem with you or the ESGs?”
“Naw,” Ricky answered.
“Cool,” Nuke said as he sat back.
Ella returned with the drinks. “Anything else?” she asked.
“Have my baby!” Pipe winked at her.
“I don’t need another deadbeat dad in my life,” she told Pipe as she walked away.
“Have your baby, seriously bro?” Kevin stared at him. “I need to teach you how to get civilian pussy.”
Pipe laughed as he stood up. “I’ll be back.” He sauntered out of the VIP section.
“Where’s he going?” Ricky asked.
“He’s probably harassing Ella.” Kevin picked up his drink and took a swallow.
Ricky snorted. “Nuke, why don’t you freelance like you used too?”
“Didn’t you hear me earlier? He’s married and he’s taking the vows seriously,” Kevin laughed as he finished off his whiskey.
Nuke snickered.
“That’s why I got a wifey and a side bitch but not a wife,” Ricky added. “Easier to get rid of both of them bitches than filing for divorce from one.”
“This is for life,” Nuke said calmly. Nuke was trying hard to push down the feeling of dread that he was having. He truly feared that something was going to come between him and Jasmine eventually.
“You got crazy, stalker ex-husband written all over you!” Ricky laughed. “I told you to stay away from that black chick back when you first hooked up with her. What you going to do when she gets tired of the lifestyle? Most women like the thrill of what we do for a minute. They like the money, the danger. Then, when things get tough, they’re out like a light! Men in our business can’t keep the same woman for life. Women need stability. Dudes like us,” Ricky pointed back and forth between him and Nuke, “we can’t give a woman that. It’s why they
“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?” Ella wasn’t sure if she was afraid, flattered or repulsed by Pipe at that moment.
“Pussy juice, it does a body good!”
Ella took a deep breath and exhaled.
“This is really awkward, anyone else think this is awkward?” Kevin looked back and forth between Ricky and Nuke.
“Yep,” they both said.
“Are they flirting or getting ready to call 911 on each other? Because I can’t tell.”
“I think this is how Pipe flirts,” Nuke replied as he looked at his watch. “Three Jack Daniels straight up, Ella.”
She nodded and left the VIP section. She glanced back over her shoulder with a quick look back at Pipe.
“I didn’t know you had white chicks working here. Where you get Ella from?” Kevin asked.
“She applied for the job!” Ricky responded with an angry look. “She’s not the only one. All nationalities work here, including a few pasty-ass white boys!”
Nuke let out a loud laugh.
Pipe snickered as he scanned the crowd.
“What can I do for you boys?” Ricky said as he adjusted the rings on his fingers.
Nuke scooted in close to Ricky; “What’s going on with the ESGs? Do we have a problem there? We heard they’re double dealing.”
Ricky shook his head. “They’re a pain in my ass lately. That’s between them and me. I had a good thing going with Levan, and then poof, he’s MIA. I heard he’s head deep in the St. Joe River. Andre and his boys think they’re real fucking gangsters. But they’re not stupid. They won’t fuck with the Hells Vipers; lots of good history there. It’s that fake-ass MC club over on Drexel.”
“You knew about the club and didn’t tell us?” Pipe questioned him.
“Because they aren’t SHIT! Only five of them got motorcycles. All they have are leather jackets with a lame-ass insignia on the back. They sit around that house and talk about what they want to do but don’t do a damn thing. They aren’t a threat to your club.”
“They’re wearing our colors. That’s disrespectful!” Nuke added.
Ricky nodded. “I can understand your feeling on that.”
“We’re going to handle this. Are we going to have a problem with you or the ESGs?”
“Naw,” Ricky answered.
“Cool,” Nuke said as he sat back.
Ella returned with the drinks. “Anything else?” she asked.
“Have my baby!” Pipe winked at her.
“I don’t need another deadbeat dad in my life,” she told Pipe as she walked away.
“Have your baby, seriously bro?” Kevin stared at him. “I need to teach you how to get civilian pussy.”
Pipe laughed as he stood up. “I’ll be back.” He sauntered out of the VIP section.
“Where’s he going?” Ricky asked.
“He’s probably harassing Ella.” Kevin picked up his drink and took a swallow.
Ricky snorted. “Nuke, why don’t you freelance like you used too?”
“Didn’t you hear me earlier? He’s married and he’s taking the vows seriously,” Kevin laughed as he finished off his whiskey.
Nuke snickered.
“That’s why I got a wifey and a side bitch but not a wife,” Ricky added. “Easier to get rid of both of them bitches than filing for divorce from one.”
“This is for life,” Nuke said calmly. Nuke was trying hard to push down the feeling of dread that he was having. He truly feared that something was going to come between him and Jasmine eventually.
“You got crazy, stalker ex-husband written all over you!” Ricky laughed. “I told you to stay away from that black chick back when you first hooked up with her. What you going to do when she gets tired of the lifestyle? Most women like the thrill of what we do for a minute. They like the money, the danger. Then, when things get tough, they’re out like a light! Men in our business can’t keep the same woman for life. Women need stability. Dudes like us,” Ricky pointed back and forth between him and Nuke, “we can’t give a woman that. It’s why they
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