I did not get a reply, though I didn’t expect to. Aloiki didn’t text or touch his phone unless he had to. He’d destroyed so many recently that Neo had started giving him oldNokiaphones instead of replacing his smartphone.
The truck I was monitoring had a line. Unlike the others that had specific setups, almost like the way we’d reconstructed the barn, my truck had a man and a woman on their knees, willing to blow or eat someone out to get them in the mood for the other trucks. Or if someone just wanted oral instead of entering into a scene or gangbang.
I looked inside. My cock twitched, because I wasn’t dead, but I didn’t feel the pull to join in. Before we’d joined the Royal Bastards, I’d attended a number of Yooko’s events like this. It was guaranteed sex without the drama of an introduction, and I didn’t have to worry about hurting someone’s feelings when I walked away.
I was just one cock among a sea of anonymous cocks.
I should want to join in. Ishouldjoin in. Beyond that members were allowed to partake so long as it did not impede ourduties, I was the fucking VP. Without Aloiki here, I was the highest ranking member. No one had the stones to call me out.
I looked into the back of the truck again. The woman was getting her throat fucked. She chose to have her wrists bound, chains hanging down from the bracer above her. The man, however, was free. Another man had his hands up against the wall of the truck while Yooko’s employee ate his ass out like it was his favorite meal.
It wasn’t just men waiting in line to partake. There was also a woman or two in each line. Yooko was careful with his employees when he selected who went into what truck during these events. The signs outside each truck also stated what sexuality the employee was and whether they allowed the same or opposite gender into the truck.
Which was where the Royal Bastards and my security came in. It wasn’t unusual for someone to not read the rules or blatantly ignore them. People were fucking stupid, and the entitlement was never ending.
But since what we were doing here wasn’t exactly legal, there was also the threat ofnothaving the cops called. A rulebreaker knew they would have to answer to the Royal Bastards MC if they pushed too hard.
The way I was feeling tonight, I was actually wishing for the distraction of some entitled prick trying to fuck up the fun for everyone else.
Saga approached me. His face was looking better after the bashing I gave him last week. He was in his mid-twenties, if I had to guess, and American. Some might argue that I was too, but they’d be wrong. You can slap a tiara on apua’a, but that still doesn’t make that pig a princess.
“Truce?” he offered, holding a beer out to me.
I took it, because truce or no, I needed it. I’d been trying to curb my drinking ever since Caroline had told me Jones used toget her drunk before he would touch her. I wanted Caroline to feel comfortable enough with me that she could tell me anything, but fuck, that did not stop the pain of certain knowledge. Being skinned alive was too quick a death for the fucker.
But I could take it. I had to. The alternative was her not talking to me at all, and I would die before I allowed that to happen.
I didn’t even look at the label before I popped the top off on the tailgate of the truck and took a giant gulp. I barely tasted it.
Saga watched me like he was trying to read me. I didn’t know him well. He had been nominated into the club the day we’d formed by Spirit, whom Aloiki and I both knew well through our dealings with Kahoku.
He volunteered to be our Secretary because he had an auditory eidetic memory, meaning he remembered everything he heard. Literallyeverything. He still wrote things down for our records, but he never had to take notes until later. Aloiki didn’t care when he wrote down Church minutes, so long as they were ready when he asked for them.
“I really am sorry, man. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
I took another swig of my beer. Saga wasn’t a bad guy, but I wouldn’t apologize for rearranging his face. He should have been more careful of who was around when he spoke, and now everyone in the club knew the lengths I would go to protect Caroline and Samantha. Even from them.
“Look, I don’t want you pissed at me. So I wanted to offer my help if you needed it. I know you didn’t ask to basically adopt two?—”
“Watch it,” I warned. He was already walking the volcano’s edge with me.
He automatically put his hands up between us. “Not how I meant it. I’m just saying that, between work and taking care of them, you have a lot on your plate. I’m here if you need help withanything.” He slowly lowered his hands, eyeing me warily. “And I can hang out with Carolyn, if you want. Like take her out and show her around?—”
I chucked my beer, the glass shattering upon contact with the cement. Before Saga could even react, I had him up on his toes by his cut. “The fuck you just say to me?”
“I… I… I’m just trying to help!” he shouted down at me. “We’re closer in age, so I thought?—”
“You thought wrong.” I put our noses right up against each other. Even closer than Caroline and I had been last night. “If you go near her, if you say a single word in her presence, I won’t stop with you losing a fucking tooth.”
He paled. “I thought… I’m sorry, Tangaloa, really. I was just trying to make peace.”
I tossed him. He landed hard on the concrete, skidding back a few feet. Not caring about any audience, I stormed over to him. I pulled my Desert Eagle from the holster on my hip, but before I could aim, a meaty hand caught my wrist.
Not many men towered over me, but compared to Yooko, I looked like a child. Actual children probably looked like ants.
His hold was unbreakable as he pulled my Desert Eagle from my grip. I was no slouch; he was just that strong. Without letting go of my wrist, he dragged me inside the trucking company building. The lights were low, with only the back hallway available for the bathrooms. Generally, though, they weren’t used, as there were at least three trucks that had piss sluts in them.
Towing me behind him like I was a fucking toddler, I had no choice but to follow. I had more of a chance of breaking my leg if I tried to drag my feet than I did of stopping him.