“Did you hear her?” Quino asked. “Calling the new girl a puta?”
“No, but I read her lips. I don’t appreciate her possessiveness. Everybody knows I won’t claim anyone, especially not Yoli.” I rest my hands on my hips, watching Silvia go into the clubhouse with Letty.
I didn’t know what it was about this girl that had me intrigued. She was too young. I could be a dirty old man for a one-night stand, but I had my limits. Like I didn’t fuck minors.
I needed to find out her age, so I knew if she was off limits by my standards. She sure was beautiful, though. I liked her sass, too. But there was something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on that had me considering more with her.
“You know every time you bring a new girl into the club there’s drama. The pecking order starts, and nobody likes it, except you. You keep saying we don’t do drama, but you brought in drama.” Quino lit a cigarette and took a few puffs.
“What can I say? I like strays. Their back stories are some of the best.”
“What do you think her back story is? Maybe I shouldn’t ask. That’s just asking for trouble.”
“I'm sure it’s nothing we can’t handle. I don’t know why I get off on watching cat fights. The drama between the women is the best foreplay I’ve ever had.”
“You have an illness, brother. Should get that checked out.”
I snorted and slapped my hand on his back. “Naw, I’m good. Now, I’m off to find Javi. Silvia’s missing a leather purse and it’s important to her.”
“Interesting. And you’re going to fetch it for her like a little puppy?”
“Fuck you! I’m literally going to just ask a question. It’s not a big deal.” This guy. Not sure what his problem was with Silvia. We were only helping a scared woman get away from her ex.
Tomorrow, she would be on her way to Oregon. End of story.
“Not to you, but to Yoli and the other girls, it will be a damn big deal.”
“Jesus, man. When did you grow a pussy?”
“Maybe it’s from eating so much of it. You might want to cut back before you grow one!” He roared with laughter.
Not me, though. Didn’t find him funny one bit. I issued him the middle finger salute on my way to the prospects’ bunkhouse, where I’d likely find Javi.
The bunkhouse was a converted double wide trailer. We gutted the inside to make one large bedroom for four prospects, an eat-in kitchen, and a great room for the guys to hang out. It wasn’t fancy but it was comfortable and all they needed.
I went up the porch and entered the front door. A woman’s voice came from the bedroom. Furrowing my brow, I followed the sound. Prospects weren’t allowed to have chicks in the bunkhouse. The rule wasn’t me being an asshole. They wereprospects and they had to earn their privileges, like having sex. Once they were patched in, they could have all the pussy they wanted.
I crept slowly toward the bedroom. The place was quiet, except for the woman’s voice. I didn’t want the floor to creak and alert them of my presence. Not sure where everyone was, but someone was definitely with a chick.
“That’s it, Vee. You’re doing it my love,” the woman said. She sounded older. Who was Vee?
“I’m doing it, Mommy!” A little girl squealed with delight. “Are you watching Tonio? Miguel?”
What the fuck? Those were two names I knew very fucking well.
I kicked open the door and caught Javi watching what looked like a home movie on his laptop.
“Prez! You startled me.” He flew off the bed and stood at attention.
I went straight for the laptop, perched next to a brown leather purse.
Rage exploded in me and I grabbed Javi by the neck, slamming him against the wall. “You took her purse!”
“I was going to give it back! I swear!” He gagged as I squeezed his vocal cords. “Just curious. I’m sorry.”
“Too late, motherfucker! I knew you couldn’t be trusted. I told Cactus he was wrong about you, but he thought you deserved a shot.”
The kid started to cry. “Please, Jefe. I’ll do better. Just don’t kill me.”
