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“The badges were here,” Banger said after he shut his office door.
“Shit. I knew they’d show up here, the motherfuckers. What did they want?”
“Said they were looking for you. I told ’em I haven’t seen you in days and they threw their chests out a bit, but a couple who are cool with us pulled the others back and they left. What the fuck’s up with this shit? We’ve never had problems like this. In Denver, yeah, the fuckin’ badges are a pain in the ass all the time, but here, we’re on good terms with the sheriff and some of the deputies. Something’s not right.”
“Ya think? They’re targeting me ’cause of that goddamned Fourth waiver. I should ring Les’ neck for striking that deal. I was a fuckin’ idiot to go along with it. Cara would never have given my Fourth away. We need to fire Les’ ass for good and put Cara on retainer.”
Looking at Hawk, Banger nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Les just wants his money. I don’t think he gives a shit anymore, not like he used to. This woman lawyer, she knows her stuff, and she’ll have our back. Let’s see what she can do with this shit you’re in. If she does good, we can put her on the payroll.”
Hawk smiled. “That would be sweet.”
“She’d be here to watch our legal asses, brother, not to fuck.” Banger paused, looking Hawk straight in the eyes. “I know you want her pussy. I saw it when we went to her office, and I can see it every time you say her name. Ain’t never seen you like this with any bitch. Don’t know what she’s got that the others don’t, but with this one, you gotta remember, she’s helping you. You don’t wanna fuck this up ’cause your cock keeps jerkin’. We got plenty of hot club sluts, mamas, and hoodrats. Use their holes to drain your itch. Got it?”
As the vein in Hawk’s neck pulsed, he fought the urge to slam Banger against the wall and tell him to fuck off. “I don’t need your fuckin’ advice on bitches and pussies.”
Staring into Hawk’s narrowed eyes, Banger said, “I can’t have you go to the joint. Already have Tigger and Skeet doing time—don’t need no more brothers in there. Don’t distract your lawyer; let her do her thing.”
“I’m not going anywhere, especially to the joint. I’ll shoot the bastards before that happens.”
“Just use your brain and not your cock in this situation. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be here. Did you talk to the lawyer?”
“Yeah, she said to stay in some shitty motel. I’m not doing that.”
“She’s right. The blue assholes will come back, and I don’t want you to be around when they do.”
“They’re not gonna find me.”
Banger sighed. “Okay. If they come back, go to the safe house.”
“Just what I was thinking.” Hawk walked toward the door.
“Where’re you goin’?”
“I have a fuckin’ ache that only a pussy can soothe.”
Hawk walked out and down the hallway to one of the rooms. Cara was causing him all kinds of trouble, like making him almost punch the shit out of the prez. Just thinking about her had him horny and pissed. He needed to get laid in a bad way, and he wanted to fuck his lawyer, but she was keeping her legs closed. Fuck that . Tension racked his body. Fuck!
Scattered throughout the second and third floors of the compound were small and large rooms. They were for the brothers to crash, pass out, or screw in. The large rooms were for shooting pool, orgies, and pulling a train, if they got a bitch horny enough to want to screw all the brothers. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, they all came to get in on the fun. The big-titted blonde Banger was licking pulled a train at the previous night’s party—the slut was insatiable, and she was looking for more cock when Hawk came up to the third floor.
All of the officers had a permanent room on the third floor. As Hawk sauntered down the hallway, head down, he bumped into Jax leaving his room. Running his
“The badges were here,” Banger said after he shut his office door.
“Shit. I knew they’d show up here, the motherfuckers. What did they want?”
“Said they were looking for you. I told ’em I haven’t seen you in days and they threw their chests out a bit, but a couple who are cool with us pulled the others back and they left. What the fuck’s up with this shit? We’ve never had problems like this. In Denver, yeah, the fuckin’ badges are a pain in the ass all the time, but here, we’re on good terms with the sheriff and some of the deputies. Something’s not right.”
“Ya think? They’re targeting me ’cause of that goddamned Fourth waiver. I should ring Les’ neck for striking that deal. I was a fuckin’ idiot to go along with it. Cara would never have given my Fourth away. We need to fire Les’ ass for good and put Cara on retainer.”
Looking at Hawk, Banger nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Les just wants his money. I don’t think he gives a shit anymore, not like he used to. This woman lawyer, she knows her stuff, and she’ll have our back. Let’s see what she can do with this shit you’re in. If she does good, we can put her on the payroll.”
Hawk smiled. “That would be sweet.”
“She’d be here to watch our legal asses, brother, not to fuck.” Banger paused, looking Hawk straight in the eyes. “I know you want her pussy. I saw it when we went to her office, and I can see it every time you say her name. Ain’t never seen you like this with any bitch. Don’t know what she’s got that the others don’t, but with this one, you gotta remember, she’s helping you. You don’t wanna fuck this up ’cause your cock keeps jerkin’. We got plenty of hot club sluts, mamas, and hoodrats. Use their holes to drain your itch. Got it?”
As the vein in Hawk’s neck pulsed, he fought the urge to slam Banger against the wall and tell him to fuck off. “I don’t need your fuckin’ advice on bitches and pussies.”
Staring into Hawk’s narrowed eyes, Banger said, “I can’t have you go to the joint. Already have Tigger and Skeet doing time—don’t need no more brothers in there. Don’t distract your lawyer; let her do her thing.”
“I’m not going anywhere, especially to the joint. I’ll shoot the bastards before that happens.”
“Just use your brain and not your cock in this situation. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be here. Did you talk to the lawyer?”
“Yeah, she said to stay in some shitty motel. I’m not doing that.”
“She’s right. The blue assholes will come back, and I don’t want you to be around when they do.”
“They’re not gonna find me.”
Banger sighed. “Okay. If they come back, go to the safe house.”
“Just what I was thinking.” Hawk walked toward the door.
“Where’re you goin’?”
“I have a fuckin’ ache that only a pussy can soothe.”
Hawk walked out and down the hallway to one of the rooms. Cara was causing him all kinds of trouble, like making him almost punch the shit out of the prez. Just thinking about her had him horny and pissed. He needed to get laid in a bad way, and he wanted to fuck his lawyer, but she was keeping her legs closed. Fuck that . Tension racked his body. Fuck!
Scattered throughout the second and third floors of the compound were small and large rooms. They were for the brothers to crash, pass out, or screw in. The large rooms were for shooting pool, orgies, and pulling a train, if they got a bitch horny enough to want to screw all the brothers. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, they all came to get in on the fun. The big-titted blonde Banger was licking pulled a train at the previous night’s party—the slut was insatiable, and she was looking for more cock when Hawk came up to the third floor.
All of the officers had a permanent room on the third floor. As Hawk sauntered down the hallway, head down, he bumped into Jax leaving his room. Running his
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