Page 31 of Blade

Then there’s Snatch, the woman who, because I used to fuck daily, believes she’s about to get my cut despite me not touching her for three weeks – since meeting Luna.

“Cherri and Lacy, you both are on probation as of now until stated otherwise,” I state loudly, and both women look my way in shock. I smirk “Caught fucking a brother, then you are both out. Don’t complete your jobs around the club, then you are both out. My mother will supervise you both, and as of now, your pay has been decreased.”

Cherri’s mouth opens and closes several times in shock while Lacy stutters, “I-I, you can’t kick me out. I’m Tate’s mama…”

I raise a brow and quickly hold my arm out as Fury steps forward to probably wring her neck. I remind her, “You don’t even see your daughter unless her father is in the room, hoping he’ll see you as a doting mother that you’re not and give you his patch,” her face pales, “Now, we have it in writing that you were to work here with full pay and Fury would have full custody, meaning he doesn’t have to pay you a cent and won’t have to if you are not capable of conducting your jobs within the club,” I look between both women, “Get to fucking work.Now!”

They both scramble to get up and rush off after the other clubwhores, and my eyes go to Snatch, who has a shit-eating grin on her face as she continues painting her nails, and I curl my lip.

“Fucking bitch,” Fury mumbles, and I mutter back, “Which one?”

He snorts, “All of them,” and I nod and whisper, “Go search her room,” before I descend the few stairs leading to the front door and storm over to Snatch not waiting for his confirmation, already knowing that is why he followed me to the clubhouse.

When close, as she’s mid-stroke on her little finger, I grab her wrist, making her gasp and ruin her work.

“Blade…” She cries as I tighten my grip on her finger and drag her up out of her seat, feeling the eyes of everyone still at the club on me.

Snatch stumbles to keep up with me as I bring her to the middle of the common room. The clubwhores are all watchingfrom near the door, just catching in the corner of my eye, and without a second thought. I bend Snatch’s wrist quickly and hard, and a snap can be heard before her knees buckle. She falls to the screaming and crying in pain.

I shove her to the floor, letting go of her wrist, and she quickly clutches it to her chest, crying as she rolls around on the floor.

Now, I hate hurting women, it isn’t something I enjoy, but I also won’t allow a thief who already gets over three thousand dollars a month plus board to steal from me.

“For the past four weeks, money has been disappearing from Dark Angel’s Girls,” I announce, and the brothers growl while women gasp as Snatch looks up at me from the floor, tears trailing her cheeks, her mascara smudged everywhere, making her look like a fucking panda.

I tilt my head at her and state, “Every time money has vanished and the books poorly doctored, the cameras magically stop working.” I bend down and cup her cheek. She flinches and tries to move away from my touch, making me smirk and grip her tight and she cries out again.

“You were caught red-handed yesterday, Jo,” I say, using her legal name, and her eyes widen. “For a month, you have stolen over eight grand and –”

Fury cuts me off and shouts, “Got the money? It was underneath her bed,” I tilt my head his way, “There’s roughly eight hundred missing, but otherwise, it’s there.”

I nod and command, “Take that eight hundred out of her wages, then give her five hundred for what work she did actually complete.”

“Blade, please….” Snatch pleads and I glare at her and tighten my hold on her chin, and growl, “You took my kindness for fucking granted, and now, you are done,” I shove her back again and watch as Fury throws the money at her along with the measly bag she came here with, and I look over towardsmy father and say, “Dad make sure every brother, prospect, and woman is aware she is no longer allowed on club property,” he nods, anger shining in his eyes at Snatch who he vetted to become a clubwhore and I look at Fury and command, “Throw the fucking trash out, I have someone to go confront.”

He grins, and I roll my eyes and walk past him. Just before I get to the door though, I glance at the other clubwhores all looking at me wide-eyed, and I state, “You fuck me over, and that,” I point at Snatch, “will be you. I’ll be your fucking cheerleader through whatever college you want to do. I’ll help you all get on your feet, but what I won’t fucking do, is have you all mock me and steal now get this fucking place sparkling, so Tate, can spend time with her uncles.”

They all nod in understanding, and I continue my trek, needing to see my chocolate-eyed princess and demand some answers.

The diner is packed, and I growl seeing so many fucking people as I pull up before parking right in front of the diner.

I look around and see no other bike, but that doesn’t mean the Furies aren’t around.

I’ve stayed away from their territory the past few weeks while we watch their VP Brock. He likes to fuck the strippers at their strip club a lot, but so far, nothing is amiss, and none of the Fury prospects have gone after our club properties since.

There’s peace again. I just don’t know why. Again, though, this is something we’ll have to look into before I contact Axe.

I slowly lick my bottom lip as I look in the window and spot Luna instantly, serving some guy eyeing her tits, and I scowl.

“Mother fucker is going to have his eyes dug out of his head in a minute,” I growl as I watch the soon-to-be dead fucker eye her up as she walks away, and I fist my hands, not understanding my jealousy.

I’ve never fucking felt jealous before.

“I cannot kill someone on Fury territory,” I mutter repeatedly until I notice Luna carrying a trash bag. I smirk and mumble, “Perfect,” as I climb off my bike and walk over to the alley.

Can’t confront her in front of a packed diner.

I notice the back door and I round the corner and lean against the wall near it, and wait. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long before Luna walks out in her yellow dress, her hair up in a messy bun.

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