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  “Go ahead, dear. I’ll take a seat and catch up on some emails.”

  I stride across Bianca’s darkened yard until I reach the gate that separates her yard to the grounds of the clubhouse. Even before I reach the door, I can hear the beat and bass of the music that’s blaring inside. I’m still not used to what goes on between these walls. Such a huge contrast from the way my life was before coming to Las Cruces.

  Once I get into the building, I can feel the vibration of the music that’s playing in the main room. This tells me that The Fallen are here and in full force swinging their asses, humping anything with a pulse. Just normal business for a normal day.

  I knock on Lick’s door. Nothing, so I knock louder. Still nothing, he must be somewhere else. I move down the hall and stop when I hear soft moans and grunts coming from Hawk’s room. I tip-toe a few feet and slightly push on the door. I don’t recognize the woman he’s with. She has short brown hair with blonde streaks, full breasts, and a flat stomach. A shirtless Hawk stands behind her naked form, kissing her neck, one hand grasping her boob while the other one fingers between her legs. Her eyes are closed, mouth parted, enjoying the assault on her skin.

  A deep grunt from the corner catches me off-guard, but when I see that it’s Lick, my stomach drops. He’s standing with his very well endowed cock in his hand stroking himself as he watches Hawk make out with this woman. Holy crap. I can see a metal loop pierced through the tip. The undershaft is studded with small metal balls. Lick’s junk has more metal in it than my entire body.

  The look on his face is one of pure sex. Gone is the anger, the cold stares, the hard lines. His eyes are filled with lust, his nostrils flaring as he bites his bottom lip while continuing to grip himself in his hand. My eyes dart to the woman, and my heart flips. She’s turning him on. He likes it, he wants her. I see it in the way he’s taking her in. How his eyes roll over every inch of her bare skin. I’m jealous of that woman.

  “Spread em wider for me Gillian.” Hawk’s voice draws my eyes back to him and this woman.

  She moans as she rolls her head from side to side. Seeing this stirs something inside of me. I’ve never watched porn, and now I think I’ve been missing something. Watching the two of them in the throes of passion, feeding off each other’s need, is hot. As he continues to kiss up and down her neck, his hands leave her body and go for his belt. With a flick of the button, his pants drop leaving him standing there naked.

  Hawk goes commando.

  The size of him is nothing compared to Lick, but still very impressive as it stands fully erect. What is it with big schlongs around here? I wonder if it’s something in the water?

  “You need to fuck her.” I hear the strain in Lick’s voice.

  I watch as Hawk puts on a condom then positions himself behind the woman– Gillian. Grabbing at her hips, he tilts his pelvis forward, pushing himself into her. She moans at his intrusion. She has one hand on the bed for support, and the other is playing with her clit. Hawk grabs her by the hips and begins to pound into her. He continues to pick up his pace making her back arch even further while her boobs bounce up and down.

  The sound she’s making has my body heating. My throat turns dry as I spy the scene before me.

  “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…oh God, I’m gonna come,” she moans, her voice throaty, laced with desire. She collapses forward as Hawk continues to drive into her, but he catches her by her hair and pulls. My own nipples harden at his actions. Her eyes pop open as his grip tightens.

  “Not so fast, Gilly baby,” he whispers in her ear.

  “I need her.” Lick’s voice comes from the corner.

  I watch Hawk nod while biting his lip. He pulls out and then adjusts her body by pushing her closer to the edge of the bed. She has her head bowed down arms planted firmly on the mattress of the bed. He kneels behind her, planting himself back inside her. I watch as he drops his head and spits down her butt crack. Hawk spreads his spit, and then pushes his thumb into her ass, making her knees nearly buckle.

  “So good,” she breathes as she brings her head up, making eye contact with Lick.

  “You like that?” Lick asks.

  Hawk continues to work her ass as she bucks into him, slowing his pace to a gentle rocking of his hips. “Relax, darlin’,” Hawk coaxes. He pulls out his thumb, replacing it with two fingers. “Ready?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Lick responds as he walks toward her, stroking himself. The woman shakes her head as Lick walks closer. Her whimpers turn to moans as Hawk starts to push into her.

  “Now, Gillian, I need you to relax. Take his cock in your mouth and be gentle.”

  “You better shield your teeth or my metal will break ’em, bitch. I’m not gonna go easy.” I flinch at his tone. He’s usually crude, yes, but watching and listening to him now, he seems different. More detached.

  She opens her mouth, her tongue coming out as he slides in, wrapping her lips around him. He looks at Hawk and nods. Lick holds the woman by her hair as Hawk starts to pound into her. “Fuck yeah–” His voice breaks, unable to finish his thought. “Fuck” His head rolls back, eyes closed.

  I have the need to push my fingers into my own panties. To get off on what I’m seeing, but I know that I shouldn’t. Someone could come back here at any moment. I bite my lip and continue to watch.

  “Suck. Open that throat, whore,” he commands, forcing himself further down her throat and making her gag. Her mascara is running down her cheeks as he assaults her mouth.

  She pulls Lick from her mouth and looks over her shoulder as her hand works up the length of Lick’s penis. “Fuck me harder.”

  Hawk slams into her with so much force she falls forward, right onto Lick’s dick and takes him deep in her throat. “Do you like that, bitch?” The lust that had filled Lick’s eyes is replaced with anger and disgust.

  She nods slightly, looking up at him like he’s her God. She’s completely in awe of him while he looks completely revolted by her. I shake my head, trying to comprehend what I’m witnessing. Is Lick getting off on repulsion? Is that what sex is about for him?

  She takes one hand and finds her pussy and starts to play with herself. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Hawk yells out, rocking back and forth.

  Lick continues to force her head. Her hands grab onto his hips, pulling him to her every time he pulls himself from her mouth. “Fuck yeah. Take it, bitch. Take my cock like a good whore.”

  His words surprise me. Even being around his landfill of a mouth for all these months, I’ve never heard or seen him be so degrading.

  Hawk laughs as he continues to pump into her. A scene that was turning me on only a moment ago now seems like nothing but a sick, demented act. What was I thinking? Why would I find this exciting? This right here is proof of my innocence. There is so much ugliness in the world. People are capable of so much cruelty.

  A gagging, gurgling sound catches my attention. My hand flies to my mouth as Lick explodes inside hers, his semen dripping from her mouth, down her chin, and onto the carpet. With his own groaning and slowing movements, I know Hawk must have come as well. This right here is exactly what Lick means when he says woman are nothing but cum dumpsters. A place for a man to shoot their load and nothing else.

  A sob breaks from my throat, and my eyes fly to Lick, hoping he didn’t hear me, but his cold, dark eyes are locked on mine. For the first time, I’m disgusted by the sight of him. I step out of the doorway and go back the way I came. I hear him behind me, cursing as he struggles to bring his pants up, but I pick up my pace, leaving the hallway and the sleeping corridor of the club.

  My mind’s a million miles away as I turn the corner and run into a muscled chest. “Hey there, Jenni Girl.” Lifting my gaze, my eyes meet Cruise, and his face immediately drops. “What happened?” he asks, his thumbs wiping away my tears. “What’s got such a beauty looking so sad?”

  “Get your fucking hands off her,” Lick growls from behind me. I feel a rush of air fly past my face as Lick t
hrows a punch, hitting Cruise directly on the mouth. His head snaps back, and I scream. Cruise stumbles back a bit, but he’s able to regain his balance, wiping the fresh blood from his lip with the back of his hand. His stare is hard, his nostrils flaring.

  “I’m going to give you that one, brother,” Cruise says before he spits his blood on the floor.

  Lick’s hot breath hits my neck, causing my hair to dance across my skin. His fingers wrap around my arm, pulling me to the side so he can step closer to Cruise. “I’ve already warned you. You need to stay the fuck away from her.”

  “It seems like you’re in no place to be making demands. Especially when you still have the stench of some bitch’s snatch on your breath.” His eyes flick down towards Lick’s crotch. “I’m not sure Jenni Girl is up for sloppy seconds. She’s far too good for you,” Cruise sneers.

  “Enough!”

  I jump at the sound of Cut’s voice.

  “You two need to squash whatever it is that you’ve got going on. Now.”

  “He needs to stay the fuck away from her,” Lick spits. “I’ve already told him she’s none of his concern.” Lick stares at Cruise, his chest still heaving.

  “She isn’t any of yours either. Not when you’ve been fucking whatever piece of ass that will open her mouth for you,” Cruise spits out.

  “When the fuck did my life get so damn interesting to you? Why the fuck do you keep messing with shit that isn’t yours?” Lick shoves a finger into Cruise’s chest.

  “She sure as shit isn’t yours–”

  “Goddamn it!” Cut roars. “What the fuck are you even doing here, Jenni?”

  I straighten my shoulders and wipe the last of the tears from my face. I’m not going to allow any of these men to intimidate me. “There’s a woman at the house asking for Tylan. She’s with Social Services.”

  Lick tears his glare from Cruise to address me. “What?”

  I turn around to meet Lick head on. “There’s a lady next door asking for you, so I came here to get you. I didn’t know that you’d be balls deep in some whore or I would have told her to come back tomorrow.” My chest tightens at the visions that pass through my mind as the words leave my mouth. I push my way from the three men and head towards the back door.

  “I’m coming with you,” Lick says.

  “I don’t care what you do,” I say over my shoulder.

  “Jesus, stop for a moment.”

  I fly through the back door and down the steps.

  “For fuck’s sake.” He wraps his hand around my arm and pulls me to a stop.

  “Don’t touch me!” I screech. I turn to face him, pulling my arm from him grasp. He holds his hands up. “Don’t ever touch me again, Tylan. I mean it.”

  “What the fuck is your problem?”

  He’s clueless.

  “My problem? You have no clue what my freaking problem is?”

  “Is it because of what you saw back there? That wasn’t shit. She isn’t shit.” I turn to leave again, but he quickly returns his grasp on my arm to stop me. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

  I swing my body around, releasing his grip on my arm. Crossing my arms over my chest, I look him directly in the eye. “I don’t know what to think. I just know that I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”

  “Can you please put your arms down? You know that shit pushes your tits higher up and there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to keep my eyes off your tits, and I really need to because your ass is pissed.”

  “Gah, you’re so unbelievable!” Turning on my heel, I continue my way back to Bianca’s.

  “Would you please just fucking stop?” I hear his feet close behind me.

  “No!”

  “You’re being a fucking child here. You can at least tell me if that’s why you’re upset.”

  I continue marching back to the house. “You’re ridiculous, and I don’t feel like dealing with that personality traits right now. There are more important things to deal with than your lack of common sense.”

  When I reach the back door to Bianca’s, I pull it open and march through the kitchen until I walk to the living room. Both Savannah and Maggie’s heads snap up when they hear me enter the room.

  “What took you so long?” Savannah asks.

  “He was in the middle of something,” I tell her, leaving the three of them alone. Whatever it is she has to say to Tylan, I don’t want any part of it.

  I know why she’s mad. She caught me with my pants down. I just want her to fucking say it.

  Not that there’s anything wrong with that shit. I’m a grown ass man, and there’s shit that I need, and sometimes a guy just needs to fucking come, and that’s what I did. Fuck, I’d rather come down Jenni’s throat. I know her lips would feel fan-fucking-tastic wrapped around my dick. My eyes roll back in my head just thinking about that shit. But instead of pulling her big girl panties up and using her words, she stomps off like a child.

  Cruise, he needs to get a fucking clue too. It’s like it’s his mission to piss me off. I swear to Christ he will meet the reaper if he keeps making his play for miss sassy pants. Since she refuses to talk to me, I watch her ass swing with determination all the way to Bianca’s house. She doesn’t even hold the damn door open for me, and the screen damn nears slams in my face.

  By the time, I enter the living room, I see Jenni leave for her room. Savannah is sitting next to a woman while the woman holds a sleeping Grace.

  “Tylan, this is Margret Simons.” Savannah uses my proper name and not my club name, telling me that she doesn’t want this woman to know anything other than my legal name.

  “Hello, Mr. McCoy. Please call me Maggie.” She hands the baby off to Savannah and stands, stretching out her hand to me. I look down at it and back to her. I’m not about to shake this lady’s hand when I don’t know what the fuck is going on.

  Her eyes go to Savannah who gives her a tight nod. She drops her hand. “Well, then, let me tell you the reason why I’m here.”

  “Lic–uh, Tylan, why don’t you take a seat?” Savannah urges me.

  The lady reaches down and grabs a folder from a leather case. When she sees I haven’t moved she questions, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to sit?”

  “I’m good.”

  “All right.” She takes a long breath before opening the manila folder, turning it around on her lap, facing me. “This girl and boy are your sister’s children. They–”

  “What the fuck?”

  “Tylan!” Savannah scolds which makes Grace jump and whimper in her arms. “Jesus.” She looks at the lady whose face has dropped its color. “Please forgive him. He doesn’t have a filter between his mouth and brain.”

  “I don’t need a fucking filter because this is who the fuck I am. Don’t you try to make excuses for me, Savannah. Ever.”

  “I see this is a shock,” the lady says as she stands and walks towards me, making me take a step back. She pushes the folder into my chest. “Look at them.” She holds my stare, not backing down. This gray haired old bitty has got some balls. “Look at your sister’s children, Mr. McCoy. They aren’t going anywhere, and neither am I. You need to realize that you’re their only hope.”

  “What the fuck does that mean? I ain’t no-one’s hope, especially not these brats.”

  “Your sister dropped them off at a neighbor’s over a week ago. She left them and never came back.”

  “Because she’s dead.”

  “Yes, because she’s dead.” She nods in agreement. “She’s been gone for about five days give or take?”

  “I don’t fucking know. I wasn’t there. How do you even know these kids belong to my sister?”

  “You’re listed on all school documents as their next of kin. Your name has been listed as their emergency contact through their medical records from the time of birth. These two are most certainly your family.”

  “Putting my name on some docs don’t mean shit to me.”

  She takes another step towards
me. “Look at the folder, Mr. McCoy.” I realize that I’m still holding it flat against my chest. I don’t want to look because I don’t need to see the reality of what my sister has done. She not only became a mother, but by her death, she became our mother, the one thing I never wanted to happen.

  Down the hall, I hear a door open and then feel Jenni’s hand on my chest as she starts to pull the folder away. “Let me see, Tylan.”

  I slowly shake my head. “It ain’t happening, Sugar Tits.” I tug on the folder.

  “Oh, it’s happening,” she tells me. “Now.”

  When I meet her gaze, I only see determination, and I know that I’m screwed. She pulls the folder from my grasp. I hear the back screen close, and I know that Savannah’s gone.

  “Betsy McCoy,” the lady continues, “had four children total.”

  My heart sinks at her confirmation. I have no clue what shit my sister was injecting into her body. For all I knew, none of those little fuckers survived. I feel heat roll through my body while my legs grow numb. Her voice sounds as though she’s a hundred fucking miles away.

  “Two while still in her teen years that she gave up for adoption.”

  Images of my too young sister walking around with a swollen belly enter my head. Her, alone, walking the streets with nowhere to go. Was she pregnant when she left? Did she get raped? Was it my mother’s fault? Was she alone when she gave birth? Was she fucking high the whole time?

  “Tylan, you need to sit down.” Jenni’s voices drag me back from wherever the fuck I was going. I nod and take a seat. The couch dips next to me, and I feel Jenni push the folder into my lap, but I refuse to look at anything that’s inside.

  “The county records show that they were both closed adoptions, so we have no information as to where those two children ended up. Do you understand that, Mr. McCoy?”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m not fucking stupid. I understand what you’re saying.”

  “I’m not insinuating that you are, but I understand that this may be a shock to you and I want to make sure that you’ve heard me.”