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Authors: Jamie Begley
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Hell, what did he have to lose? His life? He had been throwing that away for years, it wasn’t worth one of the bruises on Nikki’s face.
The afternoon dragged by as the Dark Highwaymen slowly came in throughout the day, waiting for the auction that would take place at nightfall.
It didn’t take long for Layla to turn on the music before climbing onto the bar, high from the coke she had just snorted, her bare feet swiping through the remains on the counter. She lifted her foot, letting Tank suck her toes into his mouth, and laughter burst out in the overfilled clubhouse. When Tank released her foot, she turned, shaking her ass to the beat of the music. Several men reached out to pat her ass as she danced.
Broni was behind the bar, and Rhys’s hand clenched on his cup as Tank jumped over the bar, grabbing Broni and tossing her over his shoulder. Her hands slapped against his back as he carried her across the room to the stage, setting her on the edge of it. Rhys saw the large biker say something to her before reaching out to rip off her top.
She jumped to her feet , moving away from Tank, and began to dance to the music. Her perky breasts jutted out and his cock hardened in his jeans. Rhys had to adjust himself as he watched her innocent, sensual movements. If they didn’t start the auction soon, he would have to take one of the women back to his room to relieve the lust that had his cock strangled in his jeans. There wasn’t another clean sheet in the clubhouse, and he was in no mood to watch Broni turn her nose up at the evidence he had fucked someone in the bed they shared.
As it began to get dark , the men started filling up the tables throughout the room. Jace went to the back room, coming back with a notebook, which was filled with the total points each brother had accumulated for doing jobs for the club. Some jobs earned more points than others. A dangerous drug run, dealing with the cartels, could earn as much as a hundred points. Killing an enemy of the club could earn as many as five hundred. Jail time for the club was the one that earned the most, though.
The points were used in lieu of money during the auctions to buy the rewards they wanted. It was a fair system. Adam had worked it out, giving the brothers that deserved it a reward for doing a good job while the lazy shits got what they deserved—nothing.
The aucti ons took place once a month. On the stage were several expensive computers, which would be bought for low points then sold for cash. There were also several guns that the brothers were salivating over to add to their collection, jewelry, a bike from a brother that had been gunned down during their last deal, and Broni standing half-naked, yet to be fucked by anyone in the club.
T he biker that purchased her could do what he wanted with her. Usually, they used them until they tired of them and then sold them to the other brothers until they became bored. Once the newness wore off, they inevitably became another club whore to be passed around for anyone’s use, regardless of their feelings.
Rhys secretly admired her misguided confidence in herself. If Tank succ eeded in buying her, however, she would be broken. The stubborn, beautiful woman he was staring at would be gone.
The bidding began with the computers. Skip managed to snag those with the few points he had earned. The jewelry and other small items went next to different brothers, buying whichever item caught their eye. The points started going higher when the guns went up for bid. Jace and Rucker each managed to score one. Then the motorcycle went up next.
Rhys noticed that Tank hadn’t bid on any of the items , hoarding his points determined to buy Broni. His face in the front row would have been hard to look down on, but Rhys saw that she never lowered her gaze; instead staring at the back wall and ignoring the auction going on around her.
After Adam bought the motorcycle, Broni came up for bid.
Tank bid one hundred points .
The afternoon dragged by as the Dark Highwaymen slowly came in throughout the day, waiting for the auction that would take place at nightfall.
It didn’t take long for Layla to turn on the music before climbing onto the bar, high from the coke she had just snorted, her bare feet swiping through the remains on the counter. She lifted her foot, letting Tank suck her toes into his mouth, and laughter burst out in the overfilled clubhouse. When Tank released her foot, she turned, shaking her ass to the beat of the music. Several men reached out to pat her ass as she danced.
Broni was behind the bar, and Rhys’s hand clenched on his cup as Tank jumped over the bar, grabbing Broni and tossing her over his shoulder. Her hands slapped against his back as he carried her across the room to the stage, setting her on the edge of it. Rhys saw the large biker say something to her before reaching out to rip off her top.
She jumped to her feet , moving away from Tank, and began to dance to the music. Her perky breasts jutted out and his cock hardened in his jeans. Rhys had to adjust himself as he watched her innocent, sensual movements. If they didn’t start the auction soon, he would have to take one of the women back to his room to relieve the lust that had his cock strangled in his jeans. There wasn’t another clean sheet in the clubhouse, and he was in no mood to watch Broni turn her nose up at the evidence he had fucked someone in the bed they shared.
As it began to get dark , the men started filling up the tables throughout the room. Jace went to the back room, coming back with a notebook, which was filled with the total points each brother had accumulated for doing jobs for the club. Some jobs earned more points than others. A dangerous drug run, dealing with the cartels, could earn as much as a hundred points. Killing an enemy of the club could earn as many as five hundred. Jail time for the club was the one that earned the most, though.
The points were used in lieu of money during the auctions to buy the rewards they wanted. It was a fair system. Adam had worked it out, giving the brothers that deserved it a reward for doing a good job while the lazy shits got what they deserved—nothing.
The aucti ons took place once a month. On the stage were several expensive computers, which would be bought for low points then sold for cash. There were also several guns that the brothers were salivating over to add to their collection, jewelry, a bike from a brother that had been gunned down during their last deal, and Broni standing half-naked, yet to be fucked by anyone in the club.
T he biker that purchased her could do what he wanted with her. Usually, they used them until they tired of them and then sold them to the other brothers until they became bored. Once the newness wore off, they inevitably became another club whore to be passed around for anyone’s use, regardless of their feelings.
Rhys secretly admired her misguided confidence in herself. If Tank succ eeded in buying her, however, she would be broken. The stubborn, beautiful woman he was staring at would be gone.
The bidding began with the computers. Skip managed to snag those with the few points he had earned. The jewelry and other small items went next to different brothers, buying whichever item caught their eye. The points started going higher when the guns went up for bid. Jace and Rucker each managed to score one. Then the motorcycle went up next.
Rhys noticed that Tank hadn’t bid on any of the items , hoarding his points determined to buy Broni. His face in the front row would have been hard to look down on, but Rhys saw that she never lowered her gaze; instead staring at the back wall and ignoring the auction going on around her.
After Adam bought the motorcycle, Broni came up for bid.
Tank bid one hundred points .
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