Page 30 of Unveiled Wounds

“What if I can’t?” I admitted my fear for the first time.

“You will. You’re just not ready yet, but each day, it’ll get a little easier.” He asked again, “How did it go?”

“Good. I’m going to be an employee of Iron Shield Design.”

“How do you feel about that?”

How do I feel about that?

“I don’t know. It’s something, but Sabre’s not doing it out of the goodness of his heart.”

“Fuck him.”

I snapped my head to face Dead. “You better not let your president hear that.”

He shrugged, turning the TV volume up. “You missed the sea turtle sex.”

“Thanks, Dead,” I whispered, tuning back into the show. Cyph appeared in my peripheral vision, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I pretended like I hadn’t seen him, trying not to make things as awkward as I had before, but he passed the couch and headed towards the hallway that housed the club girls’ rooms.Is he really going to get laid?I openly watched as he knocked on Peaches’ door and walked in. I was fuming.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled. This time, I wasn’t the problem. I had asked nicely, and it wouldn’t have been a hassle to fulfill the request. I just needed a laptop, not a technical lesson.Huffing, I tuned back into the TV, but when the sea turtles ended, my anger was a boiling pot that was about to spill over.

Marching over to Peaches’ door, I knocked loudly.

There was no answer, and it only fueled my fury.

Pounding on the door with both of my fists, I made sure the whole bottom floor of the clubhouse heard me. A few of the club girls stuck their heads out into the hallway.

The door opened, and Cyph stood in the crack, butt-ass naked. I was full of rage.

“I’m busy,” he said, moving to close the door in my face again, but I stuck my sneaker in the jamb.

“Lay off the energy drinks. It’s been half an hour, and you’re not even hard.” I held his gaze before I let mine fall to his limp dick, making my point. “Scrub might have one of those pamphlets they give you at the doctor for erectile dysfunction. You seriously need to get that checked out.”

“I told you to fucking wait. I’m busy, and it’s not like you’re going to be successful, anyway. It’s just a pet project to keep you busy that’s not even being funded by the club. How’s the ‘healing’ going from the couch?”

“When I land my first million-dollar contract, I’m going to ram it down your throat so far that you won’t be able to swallow dick. They’ll have to pull your head from your ass just to ram it in.” I heard Dead’s boots heading my way from the main room.

“Fuck off,” Cyph spat at me, trying to close the door again.

“You could have given me the laptop by now, but you chose to be a fucking idiot.” I kicked the door open with my other foot, and Peaches sat against the headboard wrapped in the top sheet of the bed. “If you go now, you’ll give Peaches enough time to masturbate, and when you get back, she’ll be able to fake moan and groan.”

“I don’t take orders from you. You’re not even an Old Lady. Grizz hasn’t asked for the vote because he knows you’ll never pass.” Cyph hit below the belt.

The club didn’t see me as one of theirs, and apparently, neither did Cyph. For half a second, the truth of it burned, and then I smothered it in rage.

“Hey, brother. That’s unnecessary. She’s still Grizz’s. We all know that.” Dead stepped up behind me. He didn’t touch me, but I could feel his bulk invading my space. “If you tell me where the laptop is, I’ll go get it.”

I heard “bitch” as Cyph ran past me, his ass bouncing like two pale beach balls. Not sure what to do, I stood in front of Peaches’ door, waiting. It wasn’t long before Cyph returned, shoving a laptop and a prepaid credit card at me.

“Get off my fucking ass.”

“Thanks.” I smiled. “Was that so hard?” I asked, my tongue in my cheek. I turned and walked back to the main room with the laptop tucked underneath my arm, like a prize I’d won in battle. Fuck him.

Chapter 13

Flying Bananas

Grizz

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