“Can I talk to Wylla Mae about it?”
“Yeah. I get you need someone you trust. Wylla is fine anyone else fucking nope.”
“Kay.”
“Get some sleep.” I flick her light off and lock her back door as I go out. It’s best if no one sees me entering and leaving her place. Parked my ride a few blocks away. Wouldn’t put it past the asshole to have eyes on her place or to do drive-bys. Hell, for all I fucking know he may be using her as a way to get close to the club. Could use that to our advantage and feed him false information.
I get on my bike wishing Andrea was climbing on behind me and pressing them tits against me and that we could just ride with no worries of being seen together.
As soon as this fucker is out of our way we will. I cruise down Andrea’s street, but it’s clear. No sign of that dick lick. I don’t want to share her, but it does give me some sick sense of satisfaction that he’ll be tasting my come when he kisses her. If she even thinks of letting him between her legs, I’ll cut his dick off and sew her cunt up.
Know she has to let him in a little to make this shit work, but I draw the fucking line at oral and fucking. I take the long way back to the clubhouse. Gotta check in on the new prospect to see how shit is going for him. Navarro seems like an okay dude, but so did Rio.
When I ride up at the clubhouse, I spot an undercover parked down the road under some trees that sit back a little from the main road, but my headlight caught a gleam off one of his rims. Dumbass. Needs to try better to blend in to his surroundings. Probably hoping to catch one of us speeding and nab us on some petty charges. I roll up to the gate and its open. Fuck. Going to punish the prospect for this shit. He’s supposed to keep it closed.
I park and shut the gate myself. It’s too late for Prez to be around. I’ll catch him up on my shit with Andrea tomorrow. He’s home and probably fucking Alexa’s brains out. Can’t blame him. I wish I was still with my woman.
“Prospect,” I boom as I enter the clubhouse. There’s no fucking sign of him but Banks and Crawl are at the bar. “Where is that stupid fucking fuck?”
Sandman comes running down the hallway where the bathrooms are laughing his ass off. “Dude is shooting fucking flames out his asshole.” He laughs then gags like he might throw up.
The fuck? “Why is the god damn gate open?”
Banks shrugs.
I throw up my hands. “Sandman, where’s Navarro?”
“Bastard is shitting his brains out. Crawl dared him to try some hot pepper shit and his face got all red. Swear to fuck I thought he was gonna blow steam out his ears. He’s on the fucking pot chugging milk and eating buttered bread.”
I get a mental picture I don’t fucking want. I’m not in the mood for their stupid bullshit tonight.
I get a whiff of something nasty in the damn air. Oh fucking hell. “Spray some air freshener. Make sure he cleans that bathroom if he hasn’t shit himself to death.”
“I’m gonna be sick.” Sandman retches and Banks and Crawl just continue to drink their beers like it doesn’t smell like roadkill in here.
I head upstairs to my room. Should drive my ass back to Andi’s but it’s late and she has an early day. Can’t risk fucking this up before it even begins. She’s the best shot we have at finding out what he’s really about.