brothers are gone, and things are anything but PG. The smell of weed, liquor, and pussy envelopes me. I scan the room and spot Shadow with his arm around Blue. She can’t be too far from them.
“Good to see you, brother,” Wrench says.
“You too,” I say, casually perusing the crowd.
“Looking for your girl?” Wrench asks.
“Yeah.”
“Probably watching the epic pool match going down between Slick and Quick.”
“Damn, you got money on that?”
“Hell no, it’s anyone’s game. Both of those fuckers are sharks,” Wrench quips.
“True that,” I reply, laughing. “Catch you later, man.” I walk through the club, shaking off the questing hands of the blonde I’d been nailing on a regular basis. I could give a fuck about free pussy when I’m trying to lockdown my old lady. I had enough of cheap girls vying for my attention, hoping for a mark I’ll never give them. I knew a long time ago who I wanted. The years apart have only reinforced that. I spot her in the corner sipping on a bottle of beer as she watches Slick line up a shot.
Her hair is pulled up on top of her head revealing her slender neck. The swell of her full breasts in the form fitting black tank top with the KOC emblem and the tight black pants have my dick twitching. She looks like royalty. Her face isn’t caked with makeup…there’s a delicate beauty to her. With her full lips painted red, and the fringe of eyelashes accentuating those brown orbs that never miss a thing, she is a goddess to me.
She’s a part of it, but separate. I want to change that. She deserves to be immersed in the culture she was born to. I walk up on her blindside and lean against the wall beside her.
“Here I thought you weren’t going to show,” she drawls.
“Good to know you were looking for me,” I say.
She scowls. “Don’t flatter yourself. I like to know where my enemies are.”
“I’m many things, but your enemy has never been one of them.”
“I don’t know, people who hurt me aren’t my friends.”
Her words hit their target, but I refuse to let it show. “Not what you said the last time we had a run in.”
“So, you make my pussy wet. You taught me all I know; it’s a matter of muscle memory.”
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Fucking bullshit.”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” she retorts.
“Takes more than that. I want to bring this shit out in the open.”
“What?” She blinks owlishly. “No, you can’t do that. I won’t let you do that.”
“You think you control me?”
“I swear if you do this, I will hate you forever,” she growls.
“Ashamed of me now?” I ask, pissed.
“No longer willing to take on the shit storm that would come with you.”
“Fuck this.” I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder.
Her beer bottle crashes to the ground. “No!” She pounds my back.
I give her ass a few playful slaps and lead her through the crowd. I catch my father’s gaze.
His face goes flush, his eyes are full of rage, and his lips form a thin line.
I stare him down. He fucked this up for me before, I’m not about to let it happen a second time. I stride through the club and down the hall to my dorm room. Questions will follow, and I’ll answer them truthfully. This is my fucking old lady. She wears my brand, and it’s time she brings her ass home for good and learns that her place is beside me. If we’d hashed this out earlier, it never would’ve come to this. I open the door, step in, and kick it shut with my boot. I toss her to the bed and move quickly, pinning her arms above her head.
“You son of a bitch! You had no right to do this.” The shimmer in her eyes tells me she’s close to tears.
“I know you’re mad at me. I deserve it, but I had to let you go for your safety.”
She stops struggling. “What are you talking about?”
“You always wanted to know what happened that night I was supposed to leave with you. I’m ready to tell the story if you’re ready to
“Good to see you, brother,” Wrench says.
“You too,” I say, casually perusing the crowd.
“Looking for your girl?” Wrench asks.
“Yeah.”
“Probably watching the epic pool match going down between Slick and Quick.”
“Damn, you got money on that?”
“Hell no, it’s anyone’s game. Both of those fuckers are sharks,” Wrench quips.
“True that,” I reply, laughing. “Catch you later, man.” I walk through the club, shaking off the questing hands of the blonde I’d been nailing on a regular basis. I could give a fuck about free pussy when I’m trying to lockdown my old lady. I had enough of cheap girls vying for my attention, hoping for a mark I’ll never give them. I knew a long time ago who I wanted. The years apart have only reinforced that. I spot her in the corner sipping on a bottle of beer as she watches Slick line up a shot.
Her hair is pulled up on top of her head revealing her slender neck. The swell of her full breasts in the form fitting black tank top with the KOC emblem and the tight black pants have my dick twitching. She looks like royalty. Her face isn’t caked with makeup…there’s a delicate beauty to her. With her full lips painted red, and the fringe of eyelashes accentuating those brown orbs that never miss a thing, she is a goddess to me.
She’s a part of it, but separate. I want to change that. She deserves to be immersed in the culture she was born to. I walk up on her blindside and lean against the wall beside her.
“Here I thought you weren’t going to show,” she drawls.
“Good to know you were looking for me,” I say.
She scowls. “Don’t flatter yourself. I like to know where my enemies are.”
“I’m many things, but your enemy has never been one of them.”
“I don’t know, people who hurt me aren’t my friends.”
Her words hit their target, but I refuse to let it show. “Not what you said the last time we had a run in.”
“So, you make my pussy wet. You taught me all I know; it’s a matter of muscle memory.”
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Fucking bullshit.”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” she retorts.
“Takes more than that. I want to bring this shit out in the open.”
“What?” She blinks owlishly. “No, you can’t do that. I won’t let you do that.”
“You think you control me?”
“I swear if you do this, I will hate you forever,” she growls.
“Ashamed of me now?” I ask, pissed.
“No longer willing to take on the shit storm that would come with you.”
“Fuck this.” I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder.
Her beer bottle crashes to the ground. “No!” She pounds my back.
I give her ass a few playful slaps and lead her through the crowd. I catch my father’s gaze.
His face goes flush, his eyes are full of rage, and his lips form a thin line.
I stare him down. He fucked this up for me before, I’m not about to let it happen a second time. I stride through the club and down the hall to my dorm room. Questions will follow, and I’ll answer them truthfully. This is my fucking old lady. She wears my brand, and it’s time she brings her ass home for good and learns that her place is beside me. If we’d hashed this out earlier, it never would’ve come to this. I open the door, step in, and kick it shut with my boot. I toss her to the bed and move quickly, pinning her arms above her head.
“You son of a bitch! You had no right to do this.” The shimmer in her eyes tells me she’s close to tears.
“I know you’re mad at me. I deserve it, but I had to let you go for your safety.”
She stops struggling. “What are you talking about?”
“You always wanted to know what happened that night I was supposed to leave with you. I’m ready to tell the story if you’re ready to
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