Page 34 of Property of Camo

Laughter bubbles up and escapes my lips, and my friends follow.

They always know how to make me smile, and forget all the shit that goes on in my life, the same thing I do for them.

We are one for all, and all for one.

“I think a break will do us both some good. If he wants to see me, he knows where I am but I am tired chasing him and waiting around for his scraps. If it is meant to be then we will come together again, but for now, I am going to enjoy my friends, my business, and try to work out how to be a foster parent.”

Rocky sits on the coffee table in front of me, he takes my hand in his, with both Clark and Eva on either side of me. I feel like I won the lottery with my friends.

“We stick together, no matter what. That being said, if that fucker makes you cry again, he will need to fucking use his powers every day for the rest of his life to hide from me.”

“What Balboa said,” Clark jokes, in reference to Rocky’s name.

“Thank you, guys. Fuck, I love you all. Why didn’t we all have feelings for each other and enjoy daily orgies, just the four of us?” I ask.

It takes seconds for laughter to fill the room, we all have tears in our eyes from laughing so hard. We spend the rest of the night drinking and snacking on the food we ordered.

This is what I live for— my friends, who are my family.

V

13

Camo

Sitting in the boardroom for a club meeting, Pres goes over a job that needs to be dealt with this week.

“Thorin, I need you to go to Maine. There is a red-haired witch who needs to let us borrow some of her virgin blood; try keeping your cock in your pants until after you have bled her." He arches a brow at the vampire.

Thorin laughs. “You know me well, Pres.”

“Oryn, take Shift with you. There is a piece of shit who needs to stop breathing, but before you do that, can you remove the fucker’s kidney? We have a teenage boy here who needs it. Try not to cause damage and deliver it to the usual place.”

My brothers nod to our leader.

Winger sighs, sitting back in his big oak chair that was donated to him by a client after we helped him find his daughter, who was taken by a clan of trolls.

“Okay, I have got word that there will be a fucking haunted house this Halloween, and our presence is needed for support. Mayor Walsh wants the club there to show that we are not a bunch of misfits and that we can be trusted. Fuck knows whyhe needs us to prove that to people, but it is not worth the headache.”

I love Halloween but when we do a party at the club, witches dance around naked, chanting and casting some minor spells that causes the sexual chemistry to go off the fucking charts.

A few years ago, I fucked six women in one night because my hard-on would not go down even after I came every time. Let’s say that my dick was left feeling used and abused, but hell, good times carry memories.

“I love a haunted house.” Cotton grins, rubbing his hands together.

“Yeah, fucking in dark corners. Having bitches cling to you, being scared, then they thank you with a good fuck or blowjob.” Rush laughs.

“Fucking kids, I tell you.” Pres groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Pres, you need to get laid, brother.” I bounce my eyebrows at him, making him scowl harder.

“I get just as much pussy as the rest of you, so I am good in that department, fuckers. Speaking of pussy, you have not been wandering off to visit yours.”

I shift in my seat, my fists tightening at the mention of Skyla.

I have not seen Skyla in almost a week.

My cock and balls fucking hate me, because there has been no interest in the club girls either, so my balls are turning blue. At times I have reached for my cell phone to call her, but I stop myself, thinking over our last conversation.

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