Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 50
“Yeah, you did.”
“And if I'm not mistaken you said yes, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Then I'm gonna say this once, and only once. The only other woman I've ever had anything serious with was Beth. I never cheated on her ever. I asked you to be mine. I will never cheat on you either. You fucking got me?”
“Yeah, I fucking got you,” she said in a low voice.
“God,” I muttered.
Then yanked her hard against me, slammed my mouth down on hers and kissed the ever-living fuck out of her again. I gave her no quarter. I made a statement with my kiss. She needed to know that I wouldn't ever do anything like that to her. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me tighter to her. I pushed her back against the cabinets and thrust my arousal hard against her.
She moaned.
Jesus. Christ. I had to stop this. I pulled her arms from around my neck, stepped back and drew in a couple deep breaths of air. I then adjusted my damn cock, because once again, I was fucking hurting like hell.
“I want to fucking take you right where you're standing and wouldn't care who the fuck hears us, but I have a damn job to do. Just remember what I said, babe.” I grabbed a bag of chips, opened the door and stormed back to my damn office. I got another beer out of the cooler, opened it and downed it.
“Fuck, Brother. What has you pissed off?” Viper asked.
“She fucking asked me if we were fucking our interviewees,” I growled out as I looked at him. “Fucking pissed me the hell off.”
He grimaced, then said, “Dog, she doesn't know MC life, and what she's probably heard was that's how it works, and for most it probably is. Did you happen to explain any of this to her beforehand?”
I sighed and some of my anger left me. “No. Didn't have the chance.”
“Then, Brother, you can't come down that hard on her. Most women would think the exact same thing.”
I plopped down into the chair knowing he was right, damn his sorry ass. “Why the fuck you got to always be right? Are you ever wrong?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I was wrong once, and it almost got two of my sons and Jennie killed,” he growled. “I try not to be wrong.”
Now it was my turn to grimace. “Fuck, Brother. Sorry.”
He glanced at me as I heard Seer and Blood come back into the room and said, “It's all good.”
I glanced at the others and asked, “Y'all ready to get started again?”
Everyone indicated they were.
~***~
Chapter 10
Nothing is going to be handed to you - you have to make things happen.
~Florence Griffith Joyner~
Mad Dog
May 30th, 1998
Two hours and two interviews later and we all looked shell shocked.
“What the fuck, man?” Blood said more of a statement than a question. 'What're fucking people coming to?”
I was wondering the same damn thing myself. Skye’s and April's stories were fairly similar to what Ree's had been. And now we had two more club girls who were moving in tonight.
“Fuck, not sure where we're gonna put one of them. We've already got three girls and still have three interviews.” I shook my head, “Well, who's next?”
“Sydney is,” Seer informed me.
Once again, I pulled out my phone and called Creed. “Bring Sydney down here, then get us some fucking lunch, I'm damn near starved.”
“On it, Prez.”
As Sydney came through the door, I saw what Slaughter had meant when he said she was fine. This woman was fucking stunning. No way she would work out here. She would have every woman hating her and all the Brothers fighting over her. I glanced at the others and saw the same look on their faces.
“Hey, Sydney. I'm Mad Dog, the Prez here. Why don't you have a seat and tell us a little bit about yourself and why you want to be a club girl?” I already knew the answer was going to be no, but we owed it to her to hear her out.
She smiled at us as she sat down, “As you already know, I'm Sydney. I've been working at the Blue Moon stripping and I'd seriously like to quit. I came from nothing and would like to make something of myself. I really want to go to college and get my accounting degree.”
Fuck, she had the sweetest voice and generally seemed nice.
“What do your parents think about you doing something like this?” Viper asked.
The smile she flashed him was slightly sad, but genuine and sweet.
“Both my parents are gone. When I was three, my dad killed my mom in a fit of jealous rage then turned the gun on himself. My only other relative was my gram. She raised me. Sadly, she passed away when I was nineteen. She'd had emphysema for years and it steadily grew worse. I stayed at home and nursed her until she passed. She left me a couple thousand, but that wasn't enough to do anything with other than pay the rent for where I lived for a few months.”
“How old are you, Sydney?” Blood asked.
“I'm twenty-three. I'll be getting a late start for college. But if you considered me for one of your open spots, I'd make sure I did everything I was supposed to if you could give me a few hours during the day to go to classes.”
“How are you going to pay for it?” Seer inquired.
She sighed heavily, “I'll have to take out student loans. I could probably take out enough to pay rent and things, but I really want to keep the amount I borrow to a minimum so I don't have to pay back so much.”
“That's fucking smart of you to realize how hard it will be to pay back,” Seer told her.
She smiled gently at him. “I've always been really good with numbers, and have always understood the consequences of misusing the money you have.”
“Sydney, not gonna lie to you girl. You're