Page 8 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
I laughed even harder. Sometimes I was glad I was blind.
“You think this is funny Cece?” My brother wasn’t finished. “Pres. with all due respect, our amended by-laws say no member is allowed to lay one grimy finger on my sister. Not without my permission.”
“Yes, I believe I used those words exactly, but you’re asking me to injure my best fighter because he kissed your sister. How old is she now?” Kingpin squeezed my shoulder.
“I’m twenty-three, sir.”
“No, sir. It’s Pres… And she sounds like she enjoyed it.”
Pagan wouldn’t have it. “You promised me, Kingpin, when I agreed to stay here three years ago. I demand a payback.”
Fuck. He brought up the promise his President made to him when I was going blind at age twenty. At the news of my diagnosis, my boyfriend just up and left me. I had to take a medical withdrawal from nursing school. Since we had no one else, Pagan said he’d leave the club to take care of me. But Kingpin promised him if he stayed with the Royal Bastards MC, I could too. Kingpin also promised the club would help pay for my care and make sure I was safe. And so far, he’d helped pay for my live-in nurse Jassica, my classes to try to learn braille and such and my seeing eye dog. He paid a pretty penny for Waldo, too, because I never passed the class to get him for free. I was talking more than the price of a brand-new Harley. And I’d been safe here if not bored as fuck sometimes. With the rules around Royal Road, Kingpin had the final say. He’d bend them on a whim. But our President always kept a promise.
Villain added insult to injury, “And as Sergeant at Arms, I say the punishment must match the crime. I don’t care what these two say. They did much more than kiss. I saw them titties out.”
Automatically, I blushed and crossed my arms over them, giving Irish and I away.
Villain continued, “That’s if they hadn’t just finished fucking.”
What’s worse, the door opened and closed again. Goliath’s heavy steps stopped in front of me.
Silence fell.
“What’s going on? What’s everyone looking at?”
Irish said, “Your knickers.”
Goliath explained, “And they’re soppin’ wet. Anyone want a whiff?”
Fuck, I hadn’t put them back on. They must’ve been on the floor with the towels. I reached out for them, but Goliath tossed them to me. I knew because they hit my chest before falling to the ground. I wouldn’t bend over to retrieve them. I put my hands on my hips. “Fuck you, Goliath.”
“Pagan. You know I always keep my promises,” Kingpin remarked seeing the evidence.
Our enforcer went on, “Irish, you sick bastard. Taking advantage of the handicapped. I’m beginning to like you.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Pagan yelled at Irish while the men moved to break up a fight.
Chapter 5
“Stop, he didn’t force me,” I squealed.
Pagan grabbed a hold of my arm again, shaking me. “You let him… fuck you?”
“Hey, let go of her,” Irish snarled.
There was no point in arguing. “So what if I did?”
Irish didn’t say a word to the contrary.
“Irish, you’re parked,” Kingpin said dryly, meaning he’d have to stay at Royal Road. And he couldn’t use his motorcycle.
It wasn’t enough for my brother. “Pres, what if this prick knocked her up? He has no business messing with a blind girl. She’s not like one of the whores around here. She’s not on birth control. I can guarantee Irish didn’t wrap his willy.”
Irish laid it on thick. “It’s not like I was stealthing. She knew I hadn’t covered my pipe.”
Covering my mouth, I tried not to laugh.
“Get her that morning after stuff,” Kingpin suggested, snapping his fingers.
