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  “How are you doing? I heard what happened.”

  “I’m alright,” Jasmine said as she watched another barely-dressed woman, a brunette with a great tan, walk into the room. She approached Nuke like a woman on a mission. Jasmine couldn’t hear what he said to her, but the woman immediately walked away right after she sent Jasmine a scorching look. Nuke looked at Jasmine and smiled, then continued on with his game.

  “He’s faithful,” Zoe replied.

  She obviously could read the discomfort Jasmine was feeling. “I know,” Jasmine said with a smile even though her face hurt. Nuke was nothing like Kevin, and he had proved that time and time again.

  “Do you know everyone here?” she asked Zoe in an attempt to make polite conversation.

  “Yeah, I know most of them. A lot of supporters are here tonight, too. It’s kind of an unofficial party, I guess.”

  The blonde Nuke had sent to get Jasmine something to eat returned with a sandwich and a bottle of beer. “Thank you,” Jasmine replied. The blonde just nodded and walked away.

  “So how many of these women, including you, are hating on me right now?” Jasmine asked as she inspected her ham sandwich.

  “Hmmm, quite a few, I would suspect,” Zoe answered honestly with a slight laugh. “That blonde girl with the blue streaks in her hair, she walked through here a little while ago. They were together when I came here for the first time. I remember because he was banging her on the stairs. Then there’s Sara, that strawberry blonde.” She pointed into the next room.

  Jasmine could see the back of a woman leaning against the edge of a wall. “Kelly, Jenna, Vicky. That girl over there wiping down the stripper pole. I can’t remember her name. I’m pretty sure she’s at least given him head. That brunette.” She pointed to the woman that had approached Nuke moments earlier. “I know for fact he hooked up with her, then there’s…”

  “Stop! I’m sorry I asked.” Each girl was petite, with big breasts, and very pretty. She looked like hell, and she felt even worse, but he had just slipped his cock out of her, not them. She tried to remind herself of that fact.

  Zoe sat down in a nearby chair. “It doesn’t matter what we feel. He wants you. We have to respect that. None of us want to feel the wrath of Nuke.”

  “I’ve never seen his wrath. He’s never hurt me.”

  “You’re lucky. It’s scary as hell when he’s angry. Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure,” Jasmine said, before taking a tiny bite of the sandwich.

  “How did you do it?”

  “Do what? Fight that Grave Walker off?”

  Zoe shook her head. “How did you get Nuke to be your man? I’ve been here for almost two years. I can’t get one of these guys to even consider me.” She looked around the room, then back to Jasmine. “I don’t want to be a Snake Swallower my whole life.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

  Jasmine’s dislike for Zoe faded slightly as she felt sorry for her, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to help her steal her man, either. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you!” Jasmine joked. She might not kill her, but she’d damn sure beat the hell out of her if she tried to take Nuke away. “I’m probably the last person you need to ask about the Hells Vipers.”

  Zoe laughed. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t tell me anything either,” she snickered again.

  “Now I have a question for you,” Jasmine said. “What’s up with the signs on the back of the doors? ‘Hells Vipers only, do not open’? What’s that all about?”

  “Security. We can’t open the doors. It has to be done by full patch members only.”

  “What do you mean, we can’t open the doors?”

  “Club rules, sweetie. It’s just how things are run around here.”

  “Those are on all of the doors right?”

  “Yes,” Zoe said.

  Jasmine sighed with relief. “That actually makes me feel more secure here. It means no one they disapprove of will get inside. That’s a good thing after the day I’ve had.”

  There was music playing now, and it was getting louder; so were the people. Jasmine looked over at Nuke, who was in a deep conversation with Pipe and someone that Zoe had told her was Vince. “The bathroom is down that hallway, correct?”

  “Yes,” Zoe answered.

  Jasmine got up to leave the room. The rush from going from a sitting to a standing position with alcohol and very little food in her caused her to stumble slightly. It would not be a good first impression if she vomited all over the clubhouse. It was bad enough that she had passed out when she got there.

  “You want me to go with you?” Zoe called out to her.

  “No, I’m good.”

  She found the bathroom that Nuke had taken her to when she arrived at the clubhouse. Once inside, she splashed some cold water on her face. She leaned against the wall, shaky and tired. This had to be the longest day in history.

  Her eye was almost swollen shut. She drank some water from the faucet. Once she’d had enough, she walked out and right into a huge man wearing an 822 supporter shirt. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed as she scooted out of his way.

  “No problem.” He gripped her by the arm, stopping her journey down the hallway. “I haven’t seen you here before. They call me Guzzler. Pretty bad shiner you got there.”

  His name should have been Grizzly because that’s what he looked like. A big huge bear that was ready to devour her. “Guzzler, nice to meet you.” This felt bad, and she instantly knew it. She pulled free of his clutches, but he was right behind her as she headed back to the main area of the clubhouse. “Hey!” he called out.

  She stopped and turned around. “I’m Nuke’s old lady.”

  Guzzler looked her up and down. “Oh yeah, I heard about you. Sorry, no disrespect,” he mumbled and turned around to head into the bathroom.

  Jasmine stood there for a moment. Then she smiled, even though it hurt. “I could get used to this,” she said to herself as she walked back into the main room. She walked over to Nuke and grabbed him around the waist. “Are you winning?”

  “Pffftt, he can’t beat me!” Pipe smirked.

  “I’m letting him win,” Nuke said and kissed her eye. He sipped on a beer as he sat down, pulling Jasmine onto his lap. His arm cradled her as she leaned over onto his shoulder.

  “You give up?” Pipe joked.

  “Let the prospect take over,” Nuke replied. Nuke motioned to one of the prospects, who rushed over. “Win my money back,” he commanded the prospect.

  “Is that prospect the medic?” Jasmine asked.

  “No, he’s outside guarding the gate. That prospect there is called Ice.”

  “Is he called that because of his white blonde hair?” Jasmine questioned.

  Nuke laughed. “No, he’s always complaining about being cold. You holding up alright? Do you need to go lay back down?”

  “Maybe in a little bit,” she lied as she softly kissed his ear. She was in his world now and no matter how crappy, she wanted him to do what was natural when he was at the clubhouse.

  “I’m still fucking horny. Reach down and rub my cock.”

  She began massaging his cock through his jeans when two more Hells Vipers members walked over and joined their tiny group.

  “Jasmine, that’s Tech and Gene,” Nuke introduced her as he nuzzled her neck.

  “Hello,” she said and attempted to move her hand, but he stopped her.

  “The ginger root girl!” Tech said with a dirty smile.

  Jasmine closed her good eye for a moment and let out a groan. “Is there anyone that doesn’t know that?”

  Nuke shrugged. “They’re envious!”

  “So, Jasmine,” Pipe called over to her, “do you know how to twerk?”

  “Pipe!” Nuke moaned. “Really dude?”

  Jasmine laughed so hard it hurt her ribs even more. “You think I know how to twerk because I’m black?”

  “Well, yeah! Black chicks and Miley
Cyrus.” He winked at her.

  “Actually yeah, I do,” she said, starting to feel better despite her injuries.

  “You’ve been holding out on me,” Nuke pretended to scold her. “You got to do that for me when you’re up to it.”

  Pipe nodded his head at her as he lit a cigarette. “Cool, she’s a keeper,” he said to Nuke. “You got a twin?”

  “No, sorry,” Jasmine replied.

  One of the girls that Zoe mentioned about having a relationship with Nuke walked over with a tray of beers and shots. She put them down on a nearby table and gave Pipe a beer. Pipe turned and smiled at Jasmine as he gripped the girl by her hair and pushed her down onto her knees.

  “Welcome to the clubhouse, Jasmine!” Pipe raised his bottle in a cheer.

  The girl didn’t protest or put up any struggle. He didn’t even have to tell her what to do. She automatically took out his cock and began sucking him down her throat.

  “Does that bother you, seeing one of your ex-girlfriends with another man?” she turned to Nuke and asked.

  “You know the club gossip already, huh?” he snorted. “She was never my property. I could care less who she screws.”

  “Did you share your ex-wife?” she asked as Tech got behind the girl, pushed her skirt to the side and stuck himself inside her. Watching them was turning her on.

  “Yeah, I did” Nuke replied as he finished off his beer. “I was a different man. I’m not sharing you. The thought of some guy, even one of my brothers, sticking their dick in you makes my blood boil. Tell me the truth: is this bothering you?” Nuke asked.

  “No,” Jasmine responded, “it’s like free porn.”

  Nuke laughed. “I knew you were the one for me,” he said and kissed her again. It was long, hard and passionate and it made a shiver of excitement go up and down her entire spine. She automatically opened her mouth the way he liked, letting his tongue dominate her. He shifted her around so that she could straddle him. Her legs parted, placing the bulge in his jeans at her crotch. She scooted in closer, grinding her clit up against the roughness of his zipper front. She could feel her juices soaking her panties. She moaned as he touched her body like he owned her, which he did.

  He smacked her hard on the ass several times as he took a handful of her long dark hair into his hand. “What is this?” he asked as he slid his other hand between her legs.

  “My pussy,” she whispered.

  He moved his hand around and smacked her even harder several more times on the ass. The sound was heard clearly over the music.

  She let out a loud scream as her face flushed with excitement and embarrassment.

  “What is this?”

  She was confused for a second, then she realized what he wanted. “Your pussy.”

  “Good girl!” Nuke’s mouth crushed her mouth so hard that Jasmine almost had an orgasm right then and there. “Who does this belong to?” he said as he ran his fingers across her chest, circling her heart.

  “My heart belongs to you,” she replied softly.

  “That’s the most important thing, baby! Now let’s go fuck again!”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Kevin and Cindy

  Cindy Nordet looked down and said a quiet prayer, and then she raised her eyes back up to stare into the barrel of the 9mm pointed at her head. She grinned; apparently, he was still pissed off at her.

  His eyes were dark like a pit of lost souls, and from what she could see, he no longer had long hair. His hoodie was pushed back just far enough for her to show his face and some of his head. He looked like he needed a shower and a good night’s sleep. The last time she had seen him seemed like a lifetime ago. For all accounts, Kevin looked like a different man, skinnier now but still muscular.

  “We always seem to end up like this. One of us pointing a gun at the other,” Kevin said. His fatigue-ridden face showed everything she needed to know. He was a deeply troubled man.

  “How did you find me? It’s been ten months since I left Lake City,” Cindy said as she glanced down at the barrel again, then back up into Kevin’s eyes.

  “I was never going to stop looking for you! You nearly destroyed my family.”

  She reached out and caressed the side of his hand that held the gun. “I never meant for any of that to happen. I’m so sorry, Kevin. Things got so crazy between us. I truly didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt.” She lowered her hands slightly.

  “People did get hurt.” The months of anger that he felt had killed the little amount of love that he had left for her. “Your voice reflects your lack of true remorse. Nothing about you is sincere. Now put your hands back where they were!”

  She threw her hands up into the air. It was true; she really didn’t feel anything now. The Grave Walkers were just as bad as the Hells Vipers, and who gives a damn if they wipe each other off the face of the Earth. In all wars, there are causalities, but she did feel slightly upset about Jasmine. “Can I ask a question?”

  “You’re already talking, why stop now!”

  She smiled shyly. “Jasmine, how is she? My question about her is genuine. She was a good friend to me.” Cindy did all she could not to let her eyes drift to the gun she had taped to the underside of her kitchen counter. All she had to do was play this right. Buy herself some time. She needed him distracted before she could reach for her weapon.

  “Too bad you weren’t a good friend to her,” Kevin said dryly.

  “Touché, but I really do want to know how she’s doing. I had a fleeting thought to reach out to her, but I realized that wouldn’t have been wise.”

  “She’s alive, no thanks to you.”

  “I hope something good came out of it. Did she leave Nuke after that horrible day?”

  “You’re an evil bitch. You’re trying to turn the fact that you nearly got your friend killed into it being some sort of an intervention for her.”

  “I’m right though, aren’t I? She ran kicking and screaming back to Brian?”

  “She married Nuke seven months ago.”

  “Seriously?” Cindy was honestly surprised.

  Kevin nodded.

  “Did the club pull his patch?”

  Kevin snuffled. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no, we didn’t. In fact, Amy has taken her under her wing. Those two are pretty tight now. As for the rest of the club, they appreciate how Jasmine held it together that day. She got it all with her phone, both audio and visual. It was clear enough to hear you talking and see you not doing a damn thing. She got a shot of you when she was inside her car, terrified for her life.”

  “Huh, I’ll be damned. I guess I called that one wrong. I know you must be disappointed that I’m not sobbing right now and begging for my life.”

  Kevin stared at her without responding.

  “I just don’t think you’re going to kill me. After all these months, I was terrified that it would be Pipe that would show up one day. I’m actually relieved that it’s you. We had something special once. You might be able to cheat on me, but I don’t think you could take my life.” She paused as she tilted her head to try and peek into his hoodie. She then smiled. “You still have my name tattooed on your neck. If you hated me, you would have covered it by now.”

  “It’s a reminder for me. I brought you around the club, and that was a mistake. People getting hurt was just as much my fault as it was yours.”

  “Kevin, if you wanted me dead you would have just shot me the moment I walked into my house.”

  “Maybe I want to look into your eyes when I do it.”

  “No, that’s not you. You love women. You’re not a killer of women.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  “Yeah, baby, I do. You’re looking pretty good,” she said and ran her tongue across her lips. She meant every word of it, too. He did still look sexy. Haggard, but sexy. “Do you know how sick I was of having to look over my shoulder constantly? Jumping every time I heard a motorcycle. I haven’t slept a peaceful night in….”

  He shot her point
blank in the face, and a wave of relief washed over him as she dropped to the floor. He unscrewed the silencer as he turned and walked out. He pulled his hoodie down to cover his face in case any of her neighbors were looking. It was well after three a.m. and the street with dark, lacking any signs of life.

  Now, after all this time, he’d finally get a good night’s sleep.

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