Page 16 of Johny B

Chapter

Twelve

Present time.

Johny B

“What’s crawled up your ass and fucked you hard enough to put that pained expression on your face,” Mammoth teases, dropping onto the stool beside me as I knock back a shot of bourbon. Pissed at Scarlett’s reaction, I’d headed back to the bar, needing something to numb the pain.

“You don’t need to answer that. I already know,” he added before I’d got the chance to respond.

“Know what?” I growl back at my brother.

“That you came face to face with Scarlett and she handed you your ass in a bag,” he snickers.

“Fuck off,” I growl at him while signalling to Ginger to set me up with another drink.

“Look.” Mammoth lays his arm across my shoulder. It weighs a fucking ton because everything about Mammoth is huge.“We’re here for a reason, and that’s to work with Smoke to remove those assholes, Paddy and the Death Valley Irish.”

“I understand that, and I’ll do whatever you need me to, you know that,” I throw back defensively.

“I do. You have nothing to prove to me, but Smoke…”

“Stop fucking with me, Mammoth.” I turn to him, giving him my full attention. “Spit it out. What you getting at?”

“You have the perfect opportunity to show your worth, that you're loyal, hardworking, and willing to put your neck on the line for not just your chapter, but for the Young Outlaws. Show Smoke that you're much more than just a pretty boy with the perfect haircut.”

“What then?” I snigger. “Scarlett’s not interested.”

“Bullshit,” he laughs in my face. “For a dude who’s had more women in his short life than Hugh Hephner, you sure seem to be clueless as fuck when it comes to Scarlett.”

“She’s different from any of the other women I’ve been with.”

“Yeah, and I’ll be honest. No one is more shocked than me with how you’ve kept your dick in your pants since you got back home. It was obvious that someone or something had gone down while you were here, and had a major influence on your man whore ways. But you’re so blinkered when it comes to her that you can’t see what’s right in front of your face.”

“She flat out told me to fucking leave.”

“JB, you’ve been gone what, six months?”

“Yeah, about that,” I agree.

“And in all that time did you call her, write her?” he asks, raising a brow and shaking his head, already knowing the answer. “In any way, did you show her that you were even thinking about her?”

“No, but I told her when I when I left that it wasn’t over. Not for her and me.” I’d whispered those exact words when I’dignored Stone's warning and shot back inside to kiss Scarlett one more time before I was forced to leave her.

“When it comes to women like Scarlett, words need to be backed up with actions, and you, you did jack shit.” He pats me hard on the back. “So, what you got to do if you really want her is to work at redeeming yourself.”

“Smoke, he would never allow it.”

“That’s why you prove yourself to him first. Give him no valid reason why you’re not good enough for his daughter. Then the road is clear for you. Just make sure you don’t fuck it up, otherwise Smoke will have you buried alive, face down with your ass sticking out so he has somewhere to anchor his bike.”

“Fucking asshole,” I laugh at his stupidity.

“Right, I’m going up to our room,” Mammoth warns me, sliding off the stool. We’d been allocated one of the guest rooms with two singles beds, although I’m sure to fuck that Mammoth will more than fill the narrow cot. “Do me a favor and give me an hour or two.” He grabs the back of my neck and gives it a firm squeeze. “I gonna call my woman, and I’m hoping it will develop into some steamy phone sex.”

“Jesus, Mammoth,” I hiss back at his over sharing. “Come to think of it, thanks for the warning. The last thing I need to see after the day I’ve had is you with your fat cock in your hand while you shoot your load.” He sniggers as he turns to head in the direction of the room. “And make sure you keep your shit well away from my bed, you dirty fucker.”

“You still not up for some company?” Ginger asks as she comes to stand in front of me, only the bar separating us. “No strings.”

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