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seriously considering calling and
begging for work tomorrow.
    She giggles again. "Come to
the Bakery tomorrow. Just show up whenever you get up, you can help
us so me and Tracy can leave early and go shopping with you." I
hear her smile.
    I sit up, "ok. Love you Jess,
thanks for sending Steve."
    She laughs, "He called me,
told me he was taking you home and going to sort something at the
club. He must have seen the video."
    Oh crap, he said Digs called
him! I slump on the counter again with a groan. "I'll see you
tomorrow." I hang up before I hear anymore.

    Danny
    Who the fuck is pounding on my
door? "It better be fuckin good!" I yell over my shoulder and slide
out of JJ, slapping her ass, I tell her to get dressed. Pulling off
the rubber I pull on shorts and yank open the door. What the hell?
"Not the best time VP, what's up?"
    "We need to talk. Meet me at
the bar." He turns and walks away. What the fuck? He's pissed about
something.
    When I turn around to get some
clothes I see JJ getting her shoes on. I have nothing to say to
her. After 16 years with my ex and her psychotic behavior, two
years being a good example for my son, fuckin the whores at the
club has become a favorite pastime for me. She walks by me and out
the door without a word. Shit. Usually I'm in bed when they leave
or I leave, I don't really notice if they say anything. I wonder if
they all do that? Fuck, now I really feel like a dick. When the
fuck did I stop caring and start treating them like whores? For the
first time I think maybe this isn't such a favorite past time to
them. I get my clothes on and head out to the bar. JJ is sitting on
Luke's lap laughing. I shake my head. Fuck, maybe it is me. I need
to get my shit together.
    "Steve, what's up?" I say
sliding on the stool beside him.
    "Cop's been askin questions
about some of the Brothers. Surveillance tagged him at R&R.
Digs called me, Rob called Jess."
    What? "Why'd he call Jess?" I
know Rob and Jess are close but he shouldn't be talking club
business to her. She's pregnant and doesn't need this
stress.
    "Kate was with him, havin a
drink. Was havin fun, laughin, talkin. Said he doesn't see her
happy like that often. Prospects told him about the cop askin
questions, that's why he was there. With Kate lookin happy he
wanted Jess' opinion."
    "Kate was out with a
cop? My Kate?" What the fuck? "She's out on dates? What the
fuck?"
    "Not sure what your Kate looks
like. You're with her two nights a month. Had to guess, I'd say
Kate is lookin to be someone's for the rest of the
month."
    "What the fuck?" I want to
punch him in the face. Pissed, I turn to go back to my room. I need
to see what the fuck is up with Kate. Out with a fuckin cop? Fuck!
Who else is she fuckin?
    "Brother." I turn back to him.
"Think before you fuck it up. She's waited for years. Now she waits
for you to finish fuckin anything that walks through the club door.
It's not a secret around here. You're not interested, let her go.
She wants a life, kids, a man to stand by her every day not two a
month. She's looking for a family she's never had. Pretty girl like
Kate has her pick. Waited for you until today. Not sure she
deserves the anger rolling off you." He says low, fuck he's right.
I'm not so sure he wouldn't kill me in my sleep if I hurt Kate.
Fuckin selfish bastard is exactly what I've turned into. I fuckin
hate those guys.
    I wipe my hands down my face.
"Fuck."
    "Talked to your sister every
day for three years. Asked her out every week for six months. Knew
she was worth it. First date we had, I never left. Moved my shit in
the next day, had the alarm put in, staked my claim. Wasn't takin
the chance of someone takin my Jess. Six years later, I still work
at keepin my Jess. To claim someone, you gotta put the work in, if
you’re lucky, she'll claim you back." He gives me a
look.
    "When the hell did you become
fuckin Oprah?" Jesus the guy doesn't normally hand out advice but
he's a smart mother.
    He looks at me, "Don't know
about