patched, it would be to them.
“Doc says you’re going to be down for a few weeks, man,” Demon says.
“Yeah, I don’t want to dick with healing properly.”
“What do you want to do with the girl in the meantime?” Demon questions.
“You asking me?”
“I think it’s safe to say the two of you bonded. It makes sense to keep you together. You’re going to need someone to look out for you, and I know how you feel about sweet butts all up in your shit.”
“Can’t trust them, man,” I say.
“Why is she different?” Demon asks.
“’Cause she spilled blood for me and kept my ass alive. That shit earns my respect and trust until she does something that makes me feel different.”
“You willing to take responsibility for her?”
“Yeah,” I reply, surprising us both.
“All right, man, you want me to move her in here with you?”
“Yeah, get her whatever she needs to be comfortable.”
Demon stares at me for a moment. “You sure you’re not thinking with the dick you just got wet?”
“We’ll be cool,” I say.
“Okay, man, your call. As soon as I hear from O’shay, I’ll let you know what we got planned next. For now, just heal up, brother. Whatever you need, the prospects will get, and Doc is going to keep a close eye on you for the next little bit. Everything else is on your girl.”
“I’m good with that.”
Demon holds up his hands and walks out. He didn’t look out, but the look in his eyes said everything.
***
Karma
I hate being out here on my own, though I’d never show it. I return the glares of the other women with disinterested looks and keep my back to the wall as I watch the room. My ribs ache and my panties are soaked. Arsen tasted good. My mouth waters and I long for more. He brings out a side of me I all but forgot. Getting laid hasn’t been a priority for some time, and before the only euphoria I worried about came with white powder. I probably have cobwebs down there. I tug on the shirt that belongs to Arsen and try not to fidget in my jeans. The clingy material is irritating my side, but I refuse to look too sloppy. These people are predators. If I act like prey, they’re going to pounce. I miss the silence and camaraderie available with Arsen.
“Your man tired of you already?”
I look up at the brown-haired man with a white smile and crystalline blue eyes. His cut says Sailor.
“He’s talking with Demon.”
“They could be a while. Why don’t you come and keep me company at the bar?” he asks.
“No, thank you,” I reply politely.
“No?” He snickers. “You that stuck up?”
“Are you that egotistical?” I ask.
His jaw clenches. I’m playing with fire. I don’t know these people and I’m no one’s anything. Still, sitting here and taking everything anyone offers up like a little bitch doesn’t sit well with me.
“You got a real mouth on you,” Sailor growls, taking a step toward me.
“A fact Arsen appreciates. I’m pretty sure he’d like her and it to stay the way it is. We got a problem here, Sailor?” Demon asks.
“Naw, just trying to show her a little hospitality, and she got lippy.”
“I’ve seen your brand of hospitality. Can’t say I blame the girl. In case there’s been some confusion, she’s off limits. Now if you want to answer to Arsen ...”
“No, man. W-we’re good,” Sailor says, holding up his hands. The blood drains from his face, and real fear appears in his eyes. “All you had to say was she belonged to him.”
I frown at the world belong. What exactly did Arsen do for these men? His words return. I take care of problems . Images of Good Fellas plays in my mind.
“I can see you’re going to cause trouble,” Demon mutters.
“I’m sorry?”
He shakes his head. “Come, walk with me.”
I stand, and we walk away from the small crowd gathered at the bar. “Lucky is going to work up paperwork. We want forty percent of what you make. We’ll back your upcoming events and let you have
“Doc says you’re going to be down for a few weeks, man,” Demon says.
“Yeah, I don’t want to dick with healing properly.”
“What do you want to do with the girl in the meantime?” Demon questions.
“You asking me?”
“I think it’s safe to say the two of you bonded. It makes sense to keep you together. You’re going to need someone to look out for you, and I know how you feel about sweet butts all up in your shit.”
“Can’t trust them, man,” I say.
“Why is she different?” Demon asks.
“’Cause she spilled blood for me and kept my ass alive. That shit earns my respect and trust until she does something that makes me feel different.”
“You willing to take responsibility for her?”
“Yeah,” I reply, surprising us both.
“All right, man, you want me to move her in here with you?”
“Yeah, get her whatever she needs to be comfortable.”
Demon stares at me for a moment. “You sure you’re not thinking with the dick you just got wet?”
“We’ll be cool,” I say.
“Okay, man, your call. As soon as I hear from O’shay, I’ll let you know what we got planned next. For now, just heal up, brother. Whatever you need, the prospects will get, and Doc is going to keep a close eye on you for the next little bit. Everything else is on your girl.”
“I’m good with that.”
Demon holds up his hands and walks out. He didn’t look out, but the look in his eyes said everything.
***
Karma
I hate being out here on my own, though I’d never show it. I return the glares of the other women with disinterested looks and keep my back to the wall as I watch the room. My ribs ache and my panties are soaked. Arsen tasted good. My mouth waters and I long for more. He brings out a side of me I all but forgot. Getting laid hasn’t been a priority for some time, and before the only euphoria I worried about came with white powder. I probably have cobwebs down there. I tug on the shirt that belongs to Arsen and try not to fidget in my jeans. The clingy material is irritating my side, but I refuse to look too sloppy. These people are predators. If I act like prey, they’re going to pounce. I miss the silence and camaraderie available with Arsen.
“Your man tired of you already?”
I look up at the brown-haired man with a white smile and crystalline blue eyes. His cut says Sailor.
“He’s talking with Demon.”
“They could be a while. Why don’t you come and keep me company at the bar?” he asks.
“No, thank you,” I reply politely.
“No?” He snickers. “You that stuck up?”
“Are you that egotistical?” I ask.
His jaw clenches. I’m playing with fire. I don’t know these people and I’m no one’s anything. Still, sitting here and taking everything anyone offers up like a little bitch doesn’t sit well with me.
“You got a real mouth on you,” Sailor growls, taking a step toward me.
“A fact Arsen appreciates. I’m pretty sure he’d like her and it to stay the way it is. We got a problem here, Sailor?” Demon asks.
“Naw, just trying to show her a little hospitality, and she got lippy.”
“I’ve seen your brand of hospitality. Can’t say I blame the girl. In case there’s been some confusion, she’s off limits. Now if you want to answer to Arsen ...”
“No, man. W-we’re good,” Sailor says, holding up his hands. The blood drains from his face, and real fear appears in his eyes. “All you had to say was she belonged to him.”
I frown at the world belong. What exactly did Arsen do for these men? His words return. I take care of problems . Images of Good Fellas plays in my mind.
“I can see you’re going to cause trouble,” Demon mutters.
“I’m sorry?”
He shakes his head. “Come, walk with me.”
I stand, and we walk away from the small crowd gathered at the bar. “Lucky is going to work up paperwork. We want forty percent of what you make. We’ll back your upcoming events and let you have
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