Page 25 of Hendrix

Trick, my road captain, sauntered in looking like shit, followed by Blade and Iceman (who sported a black eye and a cut lip), with Colt and my dad flanking them. Just as Pop was about to let the door close, somebody yelled, “Wait.” Dad paused, holding the door ajar until Diablo, Gambit, and Pyro appeared, also looking like they’d been dragged through a hedge by their ears.

I watched, my lips thinning as they all took their seats around the table before my eyes slid to Blade, who also stared at them with a look of disdain.

“Have you seen the state of these assholes?” I asked.

“It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday mornin’,” Trick grumbled in his hybrid American slash Irish accent. “Some of us only got to bed an hour ago.”

Blade leaned his elbows on the table, steepling his fingers together and glaring at our brother. “And what if we got an emergency job come in, Princess? You’re still lit from last night. How the fuck could you get in a vehicle and drive, or even worse, handle a weapon?” He shook his head in disgust. “The fumes coming from your breath are so strong I’d be scared to light a fuckin’ match around you.”

“That ain’t booze,” Diablo rasped, a smirk sliding across his mouth. “It’s his girl’s pussy. Have you seen her? Great tits, but she’s as rough as old boots. It’s no wonder he smells like goddamned gasoline after eating that burned-out cooch.”

Trick’s eyes flicked across the table toward Iceman, who discretely fumbled in his pocket, and then suddenly, Trick’s cell phone went off.

He fished it out of his pocket to study the call display, and a wolfish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Can I take this quickly, Prez? It’s important.”

I glanced at Blade, who shook his head exasperatedly.

As I opened my mouth to tell him no, I felt Iceman kick my shin sharply under the table.

What the fuck were these idiots up to?

Curiosity got the better of me, so I jerked a nod of assent. “I haven’t banged the gavel. Make it quick.”

Ice’s lips curved.

Trick stabbed at the cell before holding it to his ear and murmured in a low tone, “Mornin’, you sexy fuckin’ bitch.”

Every eye slashed toward him.

Trick laughed deep and low. “We still on for tonight? Yeah?” He paused. “You gonna do all that to me, huh? You’re one filthy slut.” His voice dipped. “Gonna tear up that pussy tonight. You won’t be able to walk by the time I’m done drilling your tight, hot cunt.”

He paused again, and I watched all the men lean closer to catch what he said next, all except Ice, whose lips were twitching like a motherfucker.

“Gonna fuck you through the mattress, then I’m gonna kneel on your chest and pin you down while I feed my cock into your wet little mouth. I’ll fuck your face so hard that tears are gonna run down that pretty, flushed face.” Another pause. “Yeah? You want that, do ya? Are you my dirty little whore?” The woman must’ve said she was because Trick grinned. “Damned straight you are. I own that tight, slick pussy, and don’t you fucking forget it.”

His eyes lifted to us and rested on Diablo. “Okay, babe, see ya tonight. Remember the rules. Want your lacy little panties soaked by the time I get there. Get that pretty little pussy nice and creamy for Daddy.” His soft laugh was heated. “Right, babe, one minute, I’ll put him on.” Without blinking, he handed his cell phone to Diablo. “Here, brother, your mom needs a quick chat.”

For a split second, shocked silence filled the air, and Bones choked out a laugh.

Every man stared at Trick, who grinned huge and cocky, then roars of laughter cut through the room as every man began to bust a gut.

Diablo’s cheeks burned bright red. He jumped to his feet and reached across the table for Trick, who leaned back to evade him, almost falling from his chair through laughing so hard.

I looked at Ice, who had tears running down his face while he took his cell from his pocket to end the fake call.

“Fucker,” Diablo raged, pushing his chair back and hurtling around the table to go after Trick, who scrambled from his chair and ran around the back of me.

Diablo changed trajectory, so Trick darted the other way until they were playing a game of cat and mouse around the table.

Iceman let out a hoot.

Bones choked out another laugh.

Gambit almost fell to the floor, his hands sliding south to clutch at his groin. “I can’t—I just can’t. YourMawants a word. Fuck me.”

Trick hooted a laugh and dodged Diablo again, who let out a frustrated yell.

“For fuck’s sake,” Blade muttered through the hilarity, his stare drifting toward me. “We’re fucked if this is the level of maturity we gotta deal with.”

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