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“That’s a low blow,” she seethed quietly.

Penny walked over to Jobe, putting her hand on his arm. “Than ya.” She looked at her daughter, who moved over and took her arm.

“I’m sorry, mom. Let’s go,” she said, as Jobe grabbed their two suitcases and headed toward the elevator.

* * *

Tito looked down at the girl he was banging, then jerked his eyes away again quickly.Fuck, she was ugly.Looking away meant he could keep pounding her pussy. She had survived her own beat-in and now was going through the next phase.Fucking me and then fucking about a dozen other members before I’ll let her in for good.Her face was still puffy from the beat-in and her split lip still raw. He lowered his eyes to her enormous breasts, bouncing in time to his thrusts. Huge, dark nipples ending in points as large as thimbles beckoned. Leaning down he pulled one into his mouth, biting down hard enough to have her scream out. Grinning, he kept pumping until with one last thrust, he emptied himself into her.

Pulling out of her, he nodded to the other men in the room. Laughing, he said, “I got the tight shit—who’s next for the sloppy?”

The men knew their order. The same order as their rank in the gang. This was the only way to get her membership and if they had to hold her down, she could forfeit all she had done up to this point. So she kept her mouth shut and Jazzie pounded to the raucous laughter of the others.

As soon as he was finished, Waldo stepped up. Jazzie followed Tito out to the other room and they sat until Waldo joined them, zipping his pants up as he walked over.

Jazzie grinned up at him, asking, “Anything left?”

“Hell, my dick’s so big, even you plugging her holes didn’t make a difference. Now she knows how a real piece in her ass feels.”

Tito nodded for Waldo to sit down, indicating that their ribbing was over. Spearing the two with a hard gaze, he asked, “It done?”

“Yeah, man. We got it good. She’ll know she’s been made.”

“Poco?”

“He was shittin’ to get out there. Let him mark her walk and he took some shots too.”

“Good. Gonna wait a couple of days and then make contact with Gabby. That bitch’ll come around once she’s seen what I can do.”

The conversation was interrupted by a scream from the next room. The three smiled at each other.

“Think she’ll make it?” Jazzie asked.

“Don’t give a shit. If she does, she’s in.” He looked over at Poco standing guard in the corner. Jerking his head to the other room, he said, “Hear you did good last night. Go get yourself some.”

Poco grinned. With a nod of respect to Tito, he headed to the other room. Time to reap the rewards of being in.

Tito stared at Tank, still in the corner on guard. “You did good,” he acknowledged. “You keep that up and I’ve a place for you that’s more than just standing guard.”

Tank smiled, his handsome face nodding at the acceptance. Then he walked outside, keeping his eyes open for any signs of a breach in their meeting place. Intelligent eyes searching, always on the lookout.

* * *

Jobe moved around the kitchen, trying to quietly fix breakfast. He looked up when he saw Penny standing at the counter, her belted robe around her thin frame.

“Good morning,” he greeted. “Did you sleep okay?”

Her lopsided smile answered his question and she looked beyond him to the stove before saying, “Ya bur-in ta bacon.”

“Shit!” he exclaimed, taking the bacon out of the frying pan and laying it on paper towels.

“Tha okay. She li it crisp,” Penny laughed.

“Yeah, well, I guess this will be a little extra crispy,” he said ruefully, pouring them both a cup of coffee.

“Than ya fo eve-thin,” Penny said, sitting at the table with her coffee in front of her. She stared at the young man that had stolen and then broken her daughter’s heart.

Jobe held her gaze, hoping that he met with her approval. Not for what he had done five years earlier, but for what he hoped to repair now.

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