Page 44 of Wreckage of My Life
“Smells bad,” the fuckin’ kid screams off the top of his lungs, taking me by surprise. He said that before about not just Ruby, but other girls here, too. I even walked around sniffing a few just to make sure he’s not right. All I smelled was the perfume they always doused themselves in.
“She should smell just like his momma,” Snake snickers from next to me.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask without bothering to turn my head to actually look at him.
He continues laughing, unaware of how close I am to say fuck it with it all and just take him out for good.
“Just that,” he’s laughing harder now, to the point where he almost can’t speak. If he leans to the side a bit more, he’ll fall off the stool. “All whores smell the same, am I right? That should bring the bastard comfort.” He slaps a hand on the bar top, looking around and waiting for everyone to laugh with him, like he just said the funniest joke. None of the brothers who usually kiss his ass happen to be sitting close enough to hear him though.
“Don’t call my kid a bastard,” I snarl his way, then wish I could take it back when I see the calculating look in his eyes.
“He is one though, ain’t he?” the fucker tries to bait me again, but I ignore him this time. It’s like he knows something I don’t, and I just have to wait him out now.
While me and Snake are caught in our staring contest, Ruby reaches the bar and drops on the stool on the other side of me.
“I tried,” she sighs and gives me a tentative smile.
“I know, darlin’,” I pat her on the arm. “Appreciate it.” The look she gives me when I do that is familiar, and the words coming out of her mouth next so predictable.
“You wanna go to your room?” I know what she’s asking, but I’m not feeling it. On top of the fact that my ribs are still hurting, I’m just not in the mood, which is bizarre. When have I ever not been up for sex? Especially the kind that Ruby is offering.
“You should see the prez first, darlin’,” Snake butts into our conversation. “Work out a deal like Mia did.” He slaps the counter again and laughs like he’s out of his fucking mind. My heart starts racing at this bit of information, but I refuse to let it show.
Ruby touching my arm gently brings my eyes to her. She gives me a sad smile and squeezes.
“I’d never do that, Wrecker. I hope you know that.”
My eyes stay glued to her face as I’m trying really hard not to react in any way. My brain starts putting together all the little pieces of information I’ve gotten so far, and I am not happy with the large picture they create.
Ruby takes my focus on her as interest. She bites on her bottom lip and her eyes go to the floor. She is sexy, and I’d normally fall for all that she’s throwing at me. For all that any of these whores would. Why not now though?
A startling thought pops into my head. I haven’t had sex with any of the whores since meeting Becca. Granted I was gone shortly after she left, and then I got hurt. But since I’ve been back home, I could’ve gotten a blow job at any time I wanted to. But I just didn’t want to…
My cock is fixated on Becca and now that I’m thinking of her, there’s definite movement in my jeans. Fuck my life.
Ruby, like the pro she is, zeroes in on my crotch area and stares as she’s licking her lips seductively.
“I’ll help you with that, Wrecker,” she whispers, her tone sounding husky and downright sexy. But I don’t want her. However, now that I know she can help me, I may need to fuck her just to find out what she knows. Bitches love to talk when they think they got you.
“Take her on her offer, Wrecker,” Snake slaps me on the shoulder hard enough for me to lose my footing and almost fall into Ruby.
“Watch out, fucker,” I growl at him once I know I didn’t crush the girl.
“Yeah? Or what?” The alcohol on Snake’s breath is giving him the courage to goad me. He’s usually smarter than this. My father would not have him as his right hand man, a job that should be mine, had Snake not been doing a good job of being his earpiece and personal snitch.
“Or I’m gonna lay you out,” I now tell him in a casual tone.
Ruby’s hand palming my cock through my jeans brings my attention back to her. It feels like somehow this is a monumental decision I have to make. At the same time, it should be a no brainer. I already know that Mia was one of the two people chasing me down that dark road in Illinois a month ago. And they wanted me dead. They made it clear that someone paid them to do it. And now, based on Snake’s comments, with a touch of Ruby’s, I know that I’ve been played in an even bigger way that I imagined.
Decision made, I jerk my chin at Ruby, motioning for her to head to my room. With a victory smirk on her full lips, she gets up from the stool and leans into me just enough for the tip of her tongue to touch the corner of my lips.
“No,” I growl at her. “And you should know better.”
“Thought I’d try my luck,” she grins up at me and gives my cock another squeeze before she turns around and starts walking toward the hallway that’ll take her to my room, hips swaying for the world to see, leaving no doubt what we’re about to do.
I turn around and signal for a shot. Puck is tending the bar tonight, and he rushes to bring it to me as soon as he’s done setting some beers out for a couple of brothers sitting at the other end of the bar top.
“Here’s a double,” he slams the tall shot glass in front of me. “Looks like you need it,” he cracks up, laughing at my expense.
