Page 17 of Romeo
Yeah, he’s Kevin to me, my Kevin. That stupid road name needs to go. I look at my own brothers messing around with the hang-around and the bikers with the club whores. I don’t see Kevin. I bite my lip, walking down against the wall, looking at the crazy going on.
I know that they get wild, and it’s full of sex but fuck!
This is like a fucking orgy.
I stop to stare at the bitch, the club whore Dixie that I hate. She’s getting it from two of the bikers who are visiting from our other Charter in Merced.
Fucking bitch!
I can’t wait for her to get gone. I’m going to have to do what I can to get her out of here.
I fist my hands tight, my long nails biting into my palms. I walk down the room, but I can’t find him. I turn around and walk towards the bar.
I’m getting me some beer, fuck this. I’m not leaving until I find that damn motherfucker. I gather my hair because it’s getting fucking hot in here; pulling my scrunchie, I put my hair into a messy bun.
I walk up to the bar, and I lean against the bar, waiting for the Prospect Ape to bring me a beer. He’s fucking busy, but he walks over to hand me a beer.
I take a long pull, closing my eyes.
Fuck!
I needed this because I’m so fucking tense, pissed off.
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Romeo
“What the fuck are you doing here,” I snarl, grabbing Cherry’s arm.
I pull her up against my chest, staring into her fucking beautiful face. The girl doesn’t have any sense of self-preservation. She knows that she needs to stay away on Friday night. The party gets intense, loud, and lots of fucking all over the clubhouse.
“I don’t see what’s your problem,” Cherry says, pulling her arm, trying to get away.
I hold onto her arm, shaking my head.
“Get gone; you don’t belong here,” I growl, clenching my jaw tight.
“What are you scared of, Kevin, or should I say, Romeo? Are you afraid of me watching you fuck all the club whores,” Cherry huffs, stabbing her pointed nail into my chest?
I refused to go there with her because she wouldn’t get it. I can’t fuck her. The Brothers will kill me. I promised Mama Bear that I would take care of her.
Fuck me.
“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” I growl, gazing into her huge hazel eyes.
I can’t stop from falling into her soul; this girl owns me.
That’s the problem; I know that I want her. I know that she’s mine, and she always has been mine.
“Don’t worry, I’ve seen you,” Cherry utters, talking with a clenched jaw.
Cherry eyes are glowing; they look like golden honey with green specks. She’s absofuckinluty beautiful when she’s pissed off.
“Fine, stay here and watch me fuck the club whore,” I snarl, releasing her arm.
“Damn straight, I will, and as soon as you’re done fucking the whore, I’m going to fuck that guy that just walked in,” Cherry says, lifting her chin, resting her hands on her waist.
I look at the group of guys walking into the clubhouse. Yeah, they’re the hang around that are looking into the MC. The one she’s looking at is the motherfucker that’s looking to get an invite to Prospect.
