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I still don’t really know how I got here, how I came to be the President of the VII Knights MC in Georgia, or how I lost the most important person in my life, but I’ll hunt down every last pedo motherfucker on earth and bathe in their blood for the answer to that question.

“I just need one of them to talk. Just one.” I finger the condensation on my glass and watch as the water turns pink. I always wear leather gloves when I gut a man, but somehow, I still end up with blood in the tiny whorls and creases of my palms. And I’m not even fucking mad about it.

“Not gonna lie, Prez. I thought this was it.”

“Turns out the only thing a kiddie rapist likes more than a tight sphincter is a fucking iron-clad mouth.” I shake my head. Done with this conversation. I swallow down the contents of my glass and then raise it with a shout. “Drink up and get your dicks wet, boys. We’re riding out at first light.”

A wild roar fills the compound and I slam the glass on the coffee table and stand.

I head to the room upstairs that Niko freed up for me and pull off my jeans and cut. Toeing off my boots, I run the faucet in the shower and step into the scorching hot steam, letting the water sluice over my head and body.

“Hello?” The saccharine voice filling my bathroom sends a bolt of desire straight to my dick. I throw back the curtain and glare at an eager cut slut standing in nothing but a skintight mini skirt and a fucking leather bikini top.

“You’re in the wrong bathroom, darlin’.”

“I don’t think so.” She reaches up and unties her bikini. Her lush tits spring free, rosy nipples forming tight little buds. “I’m right where I want to be.”

“You’re playing with fire,” I warn.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to playing with you.” Her smile is not sweet or coy. It’s a goddamn challenge, and I’ve never met a single one I felt the need to turn away from.

“Then get your sweet butt in here.”

She bites her bottom lip, smearing that pink gloss over her teeth and giggles. “Thought I was going to have to draw you a diagram for a minute there.”

The bitch peels off her skimpy clothes. Her heels are sky high, but she’s only a little thing.Good. I like ’em short and bendable. I grab her hair and yank her into the shower. She glances down at the pink staining the tiles and grout, but doesn’t say a thing as she drops to her knees in front of me.

I chuck her chin and tilt her face up until she meets my eyes. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

A devilish smile lifts her lips and I study her face as she takes my limp dick in her hands and coaxes him to life with a few quick tugs.

“Lana,” she whispers, and spreads her knees so I can see just a hint of her pink pussy.

“Then suck my dick, Lana.”

Her glossy lips take me in, sucking my crown as she works my shaft with her fingers. I groan and thrust my cock deeper, forcing her to gag. Her eyes water and she glares up at me as I give her a cocky grin.

I replay the scene on the bluff, the fear in his eyes as I vivisected his abdomen, the way the blood bubbled up his throat and his intestines wriggled free of his abdominal cavity like fat sausage links as they fell to the ground with a wet splosh.

Oh, fuck.This bitch is talented. I’m gonna come.

Lana’s polished fingers dip between her plump pussy lips and she releases me with a gasp. “Face or tits?”

“Is that even a question?”

“You’re right, it’s the face. It’s always the damn face.”

I laugh and pull out of her grasp. I kinda like this bitch. I’ll have to thank Niko for sending her up here, because no woman in her right mind would see me sitting around the clubhouse, covered in another man’s blood, and think, “I need that psycho in my pretty pink cunt.”

Lana sits back on her haunches and spreads her knees, tilting her chin in the air.

“Wider.” I say, kicking her knees apart. I take my nut sack in one hand and squeeze my balls, and then I grip my dick and pump until I come. Thick jets of creamy cum decorate her mouth and cheeks.

I trail a thumb through it, down her neck, and over her tits.

She licks her lips, collecting a drop of jizz with the tip of her tongue. Then she slips a hand between her legs and strokes her pussy until she’s screaming my name in the fakest orgasm I’ve ever seen.And that’s where I draw the line.

“Get your ass out of my room, slut.”

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