The fucker doesn’t recognize me or Ice.
“We took care of them,” I growl, curling my upper lip.
“That’s not how this works,” Miser snaps, looking at us.
“Miser, it works how we want it to work! Don’t forget that we own your ass,” Enforcer says, fisting his hands.
“Motherfuckers! This is fucked up,” Miser says.
“Son of bitch! Make the report that the fuckers were gone. Hurry up and get this done. These kids don’t need to suffer anymore,” I say, looking at the young kid who was being abused.
“Make sure that your men don’t fucking talk,” Enforcer says, staring at the Seargent.
“Fucker! I got this,” Miser snaps, gathering his brow.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Psycho growls standing near the door.
“Get good people involved to care for these kids, and I want the information on where they’re at,” Ice hisses, grinding his molars.
“Fuck yes! We need to check in to ensure they’re safe. These kids will never suffer again,” I growl, crossing my arms.
“Fuck,” Miser growls, walking out to get his men.
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The next day...
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“Frosty, it’s been a while,” Twix says, leaning against me and grabbing my arm.
I take a pull of my beer and glance down at the bitch. Fuck, for some reason, I don’t want any of the clubs pussy.
Fuck me!
“Get gone,” I say, shaking my arm.
“Frosty, don’t be mean,” Twix pouts, looking at me.
“Don’t make me fucking push you off me,” I growl, gathering my brows.
I don’t want to get rough with her, but she doesn’t get it. I inhale and exhale, glaring at her.
“Okay,” Twix says, pulling away.
She walks away to join the club whores in the corner of the clubhouse.
“Fuck, they’re getting so clingy,” Psycho says, shaking his head.
“Brothers, we need to get to the post to man the toy collection,” Enforcer says, taking the beer from the countertop.
“Fuck, can we get some grub,” Ice asks, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Let’s go now so we have time to grab some grub,” I say, sliding off the bar stool.
We walk out of the clubhouse and ride out to get the grub.
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