Page 47 of Red's Peril: Part 1

Of course, Wraith and I turn our heads so fast we almost get whiplash. In the time that I’ve been here, two sweet butts have gone. Raquel, of course, and Selena, who’d decided she was never getting a property patch and had decided to move on. Jill turned up not long after, but I can immediately see who Slick’s talking about. There’s a stunning woman who’s entering alongside Pussy–big boobs, long legs, hmm. Might be worth giving her a try. The clothes she’s wearing suggest she’s here for one reason only, to get laid.

Wraith’s adjusting himself, Slick too. If I wait too long, I’ll have missed my chance. Before they can get their brains into gear, I get to my feet, Wraith belatedly makes a move, and with one hand, I push him violently back down.

“Fucker,” he breathes out as his ass meets the couch hard.

But I don’t hang around. I’m at the bar in the few steps it takes my long legs to reach it. “Introduce me to your friend, Pussy?” Close up, she’s as much a stunner as I’d thought from afar.

Pussy gives a knowing grin. “Red, meet Allie. Allie, Red. Allie’s going to be staying with us for a while to see if she might like it here.”

“Prez know?” I raise an eyebrow.

“He knows,” she confirms.

I turn my attention to Allie. “You know what you signed up for, darlin’?”

She looks me up and down, then says shyly, “I know what I’m letting myself in for. And,” her eyes gaze around, landing on Wraith, Slick, then back to myself, “I’m sure it won’t be a chore.”

“Oh, honey,” I respond, smirking. “You’ll be in for some hard work.” Which will start right now. I start reaching out my hand to take hers when I’m interrupted.

“Red?” My name is all but snarled.

Swinging around, suppressing the annoyed growl that threatens to come from my throat because the voice is that of the prez, I respond, “Yeah?” Hopefully it’s a simple enquiry and I can proceed with my plan to put this new sweet butt through her paces.

“Need you in my office now.”

“I’ll take over.” Wraith’s sidled up and is beside me with a lecherous grin slitting his face. He starts to reach for Allie.

“You too, Wraith,” Prez adds with an amused grin. That man rarely misses anything.

Wraith groans loudly, and slaps Slick who’s wasted no time taking his place and, who’s annoyingly ended up with the girl. Then, with a grimace toward me which I return, makes his way over to the prez.

Issuing a quick, “Later,” to Allie, I follow him over. Drummer precedes us into his office, pointing us to the two chairs in front of the desk while he goes to sit behind it.

Prez makes himself comfortable, then links his hands in front of him. As he seems to be gathering his thoughts, I seethe inwardly about his bad timing.Now Slick will get the first turn at the new girl.Jeez, what’s so important to drag me away? My dick’s still at half-mast just thinking about trying her. She’s going to be a success here, I already know, which means fuck knows when I’ll get my chance. This time of day, it won’t be long before all the brothers return, and they’ll be all over her. It was the same with Jill when she first appeared. Poor girl walked bowlegged for a few days.

“Got something to discuss with you boys,” Drummer begins at last.

Still hoping the others won’t break her or chase her off before I can give Allie a try, I raise an eyebrow and try to focus on what he’s going to talk about.

Wraith sinks lower in his chair and folds his arms over his chest. “You got a problem with us?”

Drummer smirks. “Nah. The opposite in fact. You’ve both been here, what, two years?”

“Thereabouts,” I agree.

As Prez nods, he reaches behind him, takes a bottle of his top shelf whisky and three glasses, and places them on the desk. He then pours three shots and pushes two of them over toward us.

I cast a sideways glance at Wraith. This is not what I expected. Drummer’s stingy on who he shares his best whisky with.

After taking a few sips, licking his lips as though relishing the expensive spirit, Drummer places the glass down, gets out a packet of cigarettes, takes one, then slides it over to us. He smokes, like almost all of us, but doesn’t often share them around. Who can blame him? Unable to show favouritism, his pack would be emptied in no time. Mind you, unlike Blade, he doesn’t pilfer them from anyone else.

The small room soon becomes filled with a haze of blue smoke.Christ, I’m getting nervous.Looking again at Wraith, I see him shifting uncomfortably.

Prez is normally awhat you see is what you getman. If he’s annoyed, you soon know it. Conversely, if a member deserves praise, he’s equally forthcoming to say a good job’s been done. This delay, this buttering us up, is causing me to be anxious.

What the fuck has he called us in here for?

When Drummer stops examining the end of his cigarette, he taps ash off into the ashtray. “I suppose you’re wondering what I wanted to talk to you about.” As it’s a rhetorical question, neither of us answer. “You know, of course, Brick’s coming in later.”

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