Page 68 of Property of Camo

Shaking my head, I tell her, “No, I am good for now, thank you. I hate them.” I nod in the club girls’ direction.

“Me too. I really do not know why Winger or the guys keep them around. Winger hates drama but they cause it all the time. Cotton brought a chick back here one night, who he picked up at the bar, and that lot scared her away before he got his dick wet. He was pissed but they are still here.”

“Free, easy pussy wins every time, I guess.” I wince, looking at her. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it is fine.” Her hand lands on my arm. “I know why I am here; plus, I have been here long enough now that I have grown a second skin to stop all the hateful comments and digs from penetrating my heart.”

“Do you think you will leave the club when the right time comes?”

My question startles her, as she looks at me with a wide, curious gaze.

She takes a moment and looks around the room, her gaze stopping at the hallway entrance that leads to where the brothers hold their boardroom meetings.

“Maybe. Maybe sooner rather than later.” Her voice shows her sorrow and I hate it.

I think Delaney and I could be great friends.

“We need a coffee date with Eva and my other guys. Bring you into our fold, you will fit right in with us.”

The smile that takes over her face lets me know that I said the right thing. Me and my people are a group of mismatched people, so we would be happy to add to our crew. I feel she is like someone I could truly connect with.

“I would like that, thank you, Skyla. As you would have noticed, I do not have many female friends around here.”

Before I can answer, we are interrupted.

“Oh look, the club whore with the flavor of the week.” We both look up to see the four club girls standing in front us, forming a barrier around us.

“Fuck off, Shaz, you know that Camo has claimed Skyla,” Delaney snaps, making the other woman giggle.

“He hasn’t done shit yet, little mouse,” the one named Liz sneers at my new friend.

“Hey, back the fuck off. Go back to where you were sitting and leave us alone,” I state firmly, fucking hating that I cannot get into a fight right now, as I am still recovering from my surgery.

“You don’t get to tell us what to do, flavor of the week, you are nothing, you are lower than nothing.” Shaz laughs, but I hear the snarl in her tone.

“You may think that he is yours but, honey, remember it was me he was fucking when you waked in on us. Does that look like a man who is claiming you?” Shaz pipes in, and I fucking hate her.

I want to stab her with a spoon, gouge her eyes out. A snarl rips from my throat and I move, but wince when pain shoots through my abdomen.

The sluts laugh, taking great joy in my pain.

“Fuck off, Shaz. Go back to sucking cock.”

“At least I work for my place here. From what I have heard when the brothers are talking, you have not fucked any of them in months. I say you need to be kicked out for not fulfilling thejob description,” she replies, folding her arms under her huge fake breasts.

Delaney pushes to her feet, stepping closer and fuck me, I wish I could back her up.

“I pull my weight around here, bitch. Winger offered me a deal, so I do everything that you slow cunts refuse to do. You may take cock like a used up whorebag, but I cook and clean, looking after them in different ways. At least I have their fucking respect.”

“Oh, go, girl,” I call out, smiling like a loon.

“You bitch. The brothers take care of us, they respect us.”

I laugh out loud again, causing them all to look at me with glowering gazes, making me laugh harder.

“Bitch, those men do not respect you. They use you as a warm hole to get off, that is it. And as for them making you their Ol’ Lady one day, you are beyond delusional. They would have done it before now, and they also would have sensed that you are their mate.”

“You need to learn you place, you fat cunt,” Liz growls and it makes me laugh harder, which makes my stomach muscles tense, sending a new wave of pain through my nerve endings.

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