“Whatever gets you off, man. I don’t have anything to bitch about that because it’s your life. But for me,” Shakes said, “I don’t want any woman to tie my ass down. I’ll be doing the tying down.” Shakes started laughing, and they all knew that the brother liked to get down and dirty with the women he screwed.
Demon switched on the radio, and rock blasted through the SUV. That was their cue to end their conversation and focus on the task at hand. They drove the rest of the way in silence. When they pulled up to the university that Zeke’s daughter attended, all Joker wanted to do was turn the shit around and get home to his old lady. They pulled to a stop in front of the main building of the university, but he couldn’t see who in the hell they were looking for. Zeke was supposed to have sent a picture to their cells, but of course, the motherfucker hadn’t done that. Zeke had assured them that Daniella knew to be on the lookout for them and would contact him when she was safely with them.
“She’s probably one of those made-up bitches that has all the luxuries her piece of shit underground father gives her.” Shakes said, but no one responded.
Joker stared out the passenger side window, watched as the kids came and went out of the main building, before he saw a young woman that was probably the daughter of that piece of shit. She had long blonde hair, tight as fuck clothes that left little to the imagination with several guys hanging around her. She had one of those little designer purses hanging from her arm, a cell pressed to her ear, and even from this distance, he could see how much make-up she had plastered on her face.
“I bet that’s the bitch right there,” Demon said, and Joker nodded even though neither of the members were looking at him. She pushed her way through the crowd, looked like she had a stick up her ass. Joker knew that whoever was tied to Zeke was probably just as fucked up as he was. The blonde looked at them and started making her way toward the SUV. Before she got to them, a red convertible pulled up, stopped between the SUV and the Harleys, and the blonde climbed in.
“Okay, so not Zeke’s uppity bitch daughter,” Shakes said, and they all watched as more people filed out of the building. Another five minutes and Joker was getting pissed because all he wanted was to get back home. But then, there amongst the crowd of pierced, tattooed, and preppy punks, was this mousy young woman with nerdy as fuck looks. She was on the shorter side, definitely plump, and not like the other females walking around in skintight clothing. Her looks screamed she either didn’t care, or she didn’t know what the hell she was doing.
Joker took notice of her because she was pulling out her phone, staring at the Harleys and SUV like she was confused as hell, then started dialing a number on her phone.
“I think that’s her,” Demon said, and pointed to the brunette. After a moment, she closed her phone, looking slightly annoyed, and moved closer to the SUV. The closer she got the clearer her looks became. She had pin straight brown hair, her bangs touched her glasses, and her cardigan looked a size too large. Her long plaid skirt touched her ankles and the black Mary Jane style shoes she wore screamed school-girl-geek.
“That’s her?” Shakes asked, his confusion clear in his voice.
Joker glanced at him in the rear view mirror. “She’s coming closer, so I’m gonna say yeah.”
“Damn, she isn’t anything like I imagined.” Shakes stared out the window. “She’s kind of a hot mess in a fuckable way.”
Demon and Joker both turned fully in their seats to stare at him. “Man, remember whose kid this is. No fucking her just because you want to stick your dick in any warm pussy.”
“Unless you want your cock cut off and fed to you by Zeke and his men, I’d say back the fuck away from that idea,” Joker said.
The sound of someone tapping on the passenger side window had all of them facing Zeke’s daughter.
“You’re here to pick me up, right?” she asked, her words muffled through the glass.
Demon rolled down the window, and she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She was a cute girl in a very non-made up way. She was plain Jane for sure, endearing maybe, but she was Zeke’s daughter. Because of that he had this bitter taste in his mouth.
“You’re Daniella?”
She nodded.
“Zeke’s kid?” Shakes asked, and Joker saw him in the rear view mirror move closer to the passenger side window. She scrunched her nose, as if disgusted to hear Shakes say that, and Joker found that confusing.
“Yeah, I’m related to him,” her voice was distant, slightly soft, but most definitely disgusted.