Shadowing Me(5)

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Chapter Three

Shadow





This is not my idea of a good time. Sitting at the doctor’s office with a pregnant woman, who isn’t knocked up by me, is beyond fucking uncomfortable. We aren’t even here five minutes before women start staring at me. Generally, I’d take pleasure in making them squirm under my scrutiny, but they are stressing Winter out. It doesn’t take a lot to figure out she is exercising a lot of patience right now. The magazine in her lap even starts to irritate her and the pages begin to crinkle under her fingertips.

“Don’t you see he’s fucking sitting here with a pregnant woman? I could very well be his fucking wife!”

I groan. Fuck! Where the hell is my Prez?

This has to be those pregnancy hormones he keeps bitching about.

Why in the fuck am I stuck doing this shit? Winter is a cool chick, don’t get me wrong, but this is not my area of expertise. I’ve got to give it to her. She’s handling the vultures pretty well. They really are sitting here openly staring at us, as they try to figure us out.

“Do you not see the leather he’s sporting?”

A chuckle escapes my lips and her head turns towards mine, so quickly, it reminds me of the damn exorcist and I almost shiver. Hell, she can be scary. I hold my hands up in defense to remind her I am not the bad guy.

“Get my mind off these idiot women who are picturing you taking them out to the parking lot and showing them a good time.”

I frown. Taking one of these women out to the parking lot is not my idea of a good time. Now, thoughts of binding her wrists behind her back and pounding ruthlessly into her dry cunt have my cock jerking inside my jeans.

“What’s going on with you and Tatiana?”

Not this shit again. If I didn’t know any better, I would assume everyone wants my palm print on Tea’s ass, and maybe even a little blood drawn from her. Are they fucking nuts? The thought does seem more than appealing.

“Well…,”

Where the hell is my Prez? His wife is on my last nerve. I would give my right nut to get out of this conversation. That is how uncomfortable it is.

“Ain’t shit going on, and to be honest with you, it’s really pissing me off how everyone won’t get off my goddamn case about it!”

She laughs as she responds. “You… you dumb shit. You want her, and you’re like all the other men in Breakneck.” She leans down to whisper. “You’re all fucking pussies.”

I clap my hands together like the smartass that I am. “Congratulations, you got us all figured out, don’t you?”

“What’s going on?”

I groan and turn towards my Prez. I’m that out of my game if I didn’t even sense him enter the doctor’s office. What in the fucking shit is wrong with me lately?

“Not shit. I’m outta here.”

I’m going to fucking play. I have to get rid of all this excess frustration that has built up inside of me. If I can’t release my demons, I might never get my shit back together. The thought makes me ill. I don’t even wait for the Prez to give me orders. I’m not doing jack shit until after I sink my cock into some pussy.

“What’s his fucking problem?” Prez asks Winter as I walk away.

“I was being nosey,” she replies.

Damn straight, she was. I sense eyes on me as I leave, and this time I know where they are coming from. All these damn horny, pregnant women think I’m a prime steak that they want to sink their teeth into. Little do they know I’m the big bad wolf, and if anyone is going to sink some teeth into flesh, it’ll be me. If the Prez thinks I’m coming back to this cesspool of little lambs, he’s got another thing coming. I’d rather do the prospects’ job and clean the damn toilets.

I wish I could straddle my lady right now, but since I had to drive Prez’s wife around, I’m stuck with the fucking Rover. I could go back and get my metal, but that would waste time, and I desperately need to ease this itch that’s clawing at me from the inside.

Once I’m in the Rover, I dig out my prepay and double-check my messages. I may say I need pussy right now, but if my brothers did call on me, I’d be there. Hands down, no questions asked. I press the button to light up my screen.

Nothing. Hell yes.

I throw my phone into the passenger seat, start up the Rover, and make my way to heaven. I look in the rearview mirror and smirk at myself.

Yeah, you’re about to play, buddy.





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When the doorman checks my membership, he eyes my gun, and I give him a look that says, try me. He steps aside for me to enter Euphoria. I don’t even bother going to the bar to grab a quick drink. I’m not here for fucking chit chat. My sorry-ass friend Alec leans against his office door, his arms laced across his chest as he studies the crowd. I won’t start a scene until I talk with him first. The asshole is so lax lately, I have to get information before I flag someone. The system of approach at this particular club is simple. Well, it would be if Alec hadn’t grown so lazy.