Page 224 of Ruptured
“Oh stop,” Gypsy said with genuine laughter. “You two will work it out. You always do.”
“She called you, too, babe?” Val asked.
“Bunny did.” She pinned Digger with a glare and sniffed.
Christopher squinted at that motherfucker, almost one hundred percent certain something was up. Becausehe’dbeen the one to fuck with Megan, not Digger. Her sniff should’ve been directed at him.
“I’m coming!” one girl yelled.
He’d had enough. Before he killed Digger, Christopher got to his feet. “Tell Derby I stopped in—”
“He’s…he’s in his office.” Gypsy’s nostrils flared and she gripped the back of the chair he’d just vacated. “I can bring you to one of the private rooms until…until he’s finished.”
“I’m finished now, Gyp,” Derby said, walking up to them.
A dark-haired girl stood next to him. She was naked and flushed with swollen nipples and love bites on her chest, neck, and thighs. Dried cum stuck to her cheeks and belly. She smirked at Gypsy, who looked so humiliated Christopher’s heart went out to her.
Was she a stupid bitch for repeatedly reconciling with Derby? Fuck yeah, but that didn’t mean Christopher couldn’t feel sorry for her.
“Nita’s pussy is nice and tight,” Derby said, “and it’s as sweet tasting as candy. She’s the new special. A hundred for a dick suck, two fifty for pussy with a condom, five hundred for a creampie, seven-fifty to fuck her in her ass, a thousand to eat her out, and three thousand for all of it.”
“That’s a fuckin’ upcharge, fuckhead, not a bargain. With the prices you quoted, it’s twenty-six-hundred dollars to order the shit separately.”
“Four hundred dollars for using the room all night long,” Derby said. “So, what do you say?”
Nita closed the gap between them and pressed herself against Christopher. “I’ve spilled Derby’s creampie,” she breathed. “I’d love if you make another one.”
Christopher met her brown gaze and smiled. “You got two fuckin’ seconds to get the fuck away from me before I shoot the fuck out of you.”
Apparently, Nita didn’t believe him because she laughed. “I’ll give you head.”
Megan hated when he killed women, especially innocent ones.Technically, Nita was innocent. She was just following Derby’s fucked-up lead. He was the motherfucker Christophershould shoot for repeatedly doing this bullshit. But Megan wouldn’t care. She hated Derby.
“Babe?” Val called as Mortician, Digger, and Stretch stood. “Hey, babe, why don’t you get us some drinks?”
“But—” Nita swung her gaze to Derby, who nodded. “Are you going to pay me?” she squeaked.
Glancing uneasily at Christopher, Derby winked at her, patted her ass, and sent her to the bar.
“I told your motherfuckin’ ass if you ever did this shit afuckingain, I was fuckin you up,” Christopher snarled.
“And Meggie and Rebel just got out of the fucking hospital,” Val said with disapproval. “We don’t fuck over our bitches, Derby. They’d never put up with that bullshit the way Gypsy does.”
Derby swung his gaze to Gypsy. “You’re still here, babe? I thought you would’ve left when you saw ‘Nita.”
Without another word, Gypsy rushed away.
“I didn’t call to fuck with you,” Derby said, unconcerned at her departure. “It’s about the Scorched Devils. They’re in a bad way, Outlaw. The Scorpions have made their move. The Devils are all but decimated from so many deaths. Those who’ve survived this far are resigning. Only Dez and four other members are left. They have a huge fucking target on their backs.”
“Patch them over,” Christopher ordered.
Derby lifted his brows. “To my club?”
Christopher nodded. Those yellow-bellied cowards who’d voted against him wouldn’t lift a fucking finger if they absorbed Dez and they still got fucked up. However, if they became Hounds and Bash and his motherfuckers fucked them up, Christopher could argue that they couldn’t desert a longstanding support club like the Burning Hounds. It wasn’t foolproof, but there was an opening to get what he wanted.
“Bash and the Scorpions will target us,” Derby said.
“Then keep your cock outta random bitches and protect your motherfuckin’ club, Derby,” Christopher told him.
