Page 58 of Taming the Bear
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Holy shit! I figured it out.
I fling open the door from Joe’s room into the main part of the clubhouse and begin screaming his name. “Joe! Joe! Where are you?”
I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going and I ran into a wall with heat and muscles. Whomever I just ran into, places his hands on my hips and holds me closer to him. “Pinky, what are you doing running around screaming like a damn banshee? Prez is busy.”
I look up and see Q Ball staring down at me and his hands are gripping into the flesh of my hips. “Oh, sorry. I just wanted to talk to Joe about something. It’s important.”
“I bet it is,” he smirks and then winks at me. “What, you need some of The Bear’s dick? Is that what it is? Or have you finally stopped snooping into the lives everyone here?”
My mouth drops open and I look down because I can’t look at him directly or I will break. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“See, I knew there was something interesting about you from the beginning and I couldn’t figure it out. That was until I broke into The Bear’s room and went searching through all of your shit.”
Have you even felt the ground below you start to break? The foundation that you are standing on gives out and you begin to fall through the cracks? Yeah, I was in trouble.
“Why, uh, why would you do that?”
“Pinky, let’s go for a walk.”
The Bear
By the time that I skidded to a halt in front of the building where we are holding Smokey, I knew that something happened and it would be bad. Flip is standing outside of the door with a blunt in his mouth and he looks pissed off beyond belief.
“Hey, brother. What’s going on?” I ask him and stop in front.
Even though it’s dark outside, I can see that he has blood staining his shirt and his face is covered in it. “Prez, you have to get in there. Smokey is singing like a canary and shit is deep.”
The severity of what he just told me, kicks in. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I thought I made myself clear when I told you that you are to watch him. Not get him to fuckin’ talk!”
I’m pissed for several reasons. One of the major reasons is the fact that Flip didn’t follow my directions when I told him that I didn’t want anyone talking to Smokey. Two, I had big plans to extract the information from him.
And let’s just say, they would have been fun plans.
Flip throws his hands up in the air to show me that he didn’t mean any harm. It’s kind of comical how he did it because he has his blunt hanging out of his mouth. “Well. Uh, here’s the thing. I was followin’ directions but then he started talkin’ and I knew he wanted to spill everything.”
“Then why the fuck are you covered in blood?” I raise an eyebrow and then point to the fact that he is covered in blood. “Don’t tell me that it’s yours and you are now raggin’ it like some bitch.”
“Fuck you, Bear. No. He was spillin’ everything even shit about Dana and J.J.”
“Move,” I demand and then push past him. Hearing the mother of my child’s name is enough to get my blood boiling but it is also enough to make me want to kill him. This is a desperate attempt at trying to stay relevant and now I’m pissed.
I plow through the warehouse until I get to the holding cell where Smokey is being held. The smell of his blood and waste makes me almost gag and I can’t help it but it makes me even more angry. I don’t want to show him that I have emotions because this rat bastard will try to play on them. He will try to get in my head by bringing up shit that will make me want to kill him.
Smokey, my old Veep, is hunched over on a chair with vomit hanging from his mouth and he smells disgusting. “What the fuck, Smokey?” I bark out to him.
He lifts his weary head and tries to focus his eyes on me. “Joe, what the fuck?” He barks back at me but his words are slurred and I can tell that he’s struggling to speak. After he’s done with his words, he gurgles blood. “Are you in here to make cheap shots at me?”
I walk up to his body and clench my fist. I want to punch him in the face but I know that it wouldn’t do anything to help my case. “Why try to kill me?” I ask him close enough to his face and I try not to gag. He smells like fucking cow shit.
“You’re one of those entitled brats who fucking thinks that you should get everything you want. I fucking hated being your Veep.”
Well at least he’s honest. “Why not vote me out? Why not take it to the board and have them figure out how to get me out? Why would you risk your position in the club? Reputation? You’ve been a member for fifteen years. Your father was one of the founding members with my dad. Why would you risk your life to try and blow me up?” I demand.
His head rolls back and I can see the gaps in his gums where his teeth used to be. “You didn’t deserve to be president. You’re just a cock sucking bottom feeder.”
“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now?” I ask him.
