Page 1 of Smoke

Prologue

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“Isent you and Wolf to keep an eye on the business, not for you to get your fucking rocks off with the girls.” Grimm, the Prez of the YOMC Nevada chapter, and my father, barked out his disapproval.

“It’s not like that Pops,” I voice my defense. “It’s one girl, not plural. You make it sound like I’ve been fucking my way through the whole house. You wouldn’t think nothing of it if it was club whores I’d been sniffing around.”

“Exactly. Why go looking elsewhere when you have pussy on tap right here under your fucking nose?”

“Because Violet, she’s different.”

At only seventeen, Violet hasn’t yet been instated as one of the whores working at Velvet Reds in Storey County, about 20 miles east of Reno. Velvet’sis one of the two legal whore houses that the Young Outlaws, Nevada have shared ownership with the Florida chapter. But as it’s barely a month before she hits her eighteenth birthday, she’ll soon be put to work with the rest of the girls.

The thought of it turns my stomach and makes my blood boil.

It’s a couple of months now that Pops has had me working with Wolf at Velvet’s while Dolores, the house’s madam, is recuperating after major surgery. The poor bitch had a brain tumor, and while they removed the majority of it, a small amount was inoperable. The treatment she was taking to try to reduce the chances of it growing again was wiping her out, when she had asked Grimm to have an extra brother or two on sight in case any of the customers got out of hand, he immediately stepped up.

My momma, Angel, made it clear to Pops as soon as I got the word Prospect on the back of my cut I was to be kept away from the whorehouses. But Pops was short on available brothers due to the increase of weapons coming in from Russia for the Irish market, which had grown so fast it had become chaotic. He had no option but to send me, along with Wolf, to keep an eye on things.

No doubt my momma was a firecracker, and she raged like a banshee when she found out about it. But Pops has always been a smooth-talking bastard, especially when it came to Angel, and he knew exactly which buttons to press and what promises to make to get her on side.

He also emphasized that I was eighteen, a man andnot as innocent as she was led to believe. I was raised in a MC from the age of four, for Christ’s sake.

I wasn’t a stranger to the MC’s clubhouse. A place where pussy was plentiful twenty-four seven and the chance of witnessing Porn Hub worthy sex scenes being played out right in front of your face was a regular occurrence, especially with the amount of partying that went on within the club.

Dolores ran a clean house, the girls were tested regularly, and a mountain of rubbers were used to ensure they stayed within the legal requirements in Nevada. Which can’t be said for our brothers, club whores and sweetbutts. It was purely the responsibility of the individual to bag it before you bang it.

It was while grabbing a smoke around the back of Velvets that I caught sight of Violet. My first view was from the back. A thick braid of red hair swung down her back and past her slim waist. The curve of her hips and round ass clad in faded, ripped denim was so tempting that having just taken a deep, long draw from my Marlboro had me choking out the smoke. My noisy outburst had startled her, and she had spun on her heels to face me.

She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

Her skin, a creamy white, plump pink lips parted as she inhaled a gasp. Her eyes were like green emeralds, big, bright and illuminating. I swear I could hear the pounding of her heart in perfect rhythm with the bounce of her tits as she took in air. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, a barrier of protection.

That moment, that very first look, was enough for me to know that I had to make her mine.

“I really like her, Pops. I want to claim her.”

Grimm pushed out of the chair where he sat at the other side of the desk. His big hands slap down hard against the surface to brace himself as he leans across it, his scared face menacing.

“Dolores is going to shit a brick,” he gripes out between gritted teeth. “That ain’t gonna happen, son. She’s eighteen in a couple of weeks and Dolores wants to put her to work. With my permission, she’s fed her and roomed her since she was fifteen. Sure, the young girl did her fair share of chores to work off some of the debt, but it was always on the cards that as soon as she was legal, she’d pay the rest of her debt off on her back.”

“No Pops, I’ll pay her debt. Whatever it takes. Don’t have her whoring herself out. I couldn’t take that.”

“Are you fucking crazy, boy?” he barks back at me.

“Maybe I am, but I’ll do anything. Anything you want.” If I need to get down on my knees and beg like a cunt, I will. For Violet. “Please,” I plead, hoping it won’t actually come to me hitting the floor.

“I don’t know, son.” He sits back into the high-backed chair, his brow creased, his hand rubs the back of his neck. “Let me talk to Angel. Get her input on this, then I’ll make a decision.”

I give him a simple nod before backing out of the office. I don’t stop until I’m out of the clubhouse, astride my motorcycle and firing her up. I rev up the engine and power out through the gates of the club’s property at full speed. Once I get to Velvets, I pull up around the backwhere I know Violet will be watching from the window, waiting for me to arrive.

I’ve barely kicked out the stand when Violet comes flying out of the door to the back of the property that leads to the private living quarters where she currently lives with Dolores.

“What happened?” she gushes out as her body crashes into me, her arms slide around my neck, her green eyes wide in anticipation. “What did he say?”

“Everything is going to work out fine.” I drop my lips to hers and kiss her deeply. She tastes of bitter coffee and sweet cookies, and I know exactly what she’s been snacking on while waiting for me. “Grimm is going to run everything past Angel, then I’ll officially claim you, and you can move in with me at the clubhouse.”

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