I frown and nod.
“She’s not my favorite either, dear. The other is Bom Bom. I have no idea how she got her name, and I don’t care too.”
“Grandma!” A young brunette comes barreling into the room. “I’m sick and tired of being stuck here! I wanna go home. Josie’s trying to get me to change Monica’s diaper. I didn’t sign up to play mommy! I miss Haden. I wanna see my boyfriend. I hate my life,” she screams. “Is that cocaine on the table?”
Oh, shit!
“Tatiana.” Berry laughs as she stands up, using the couch to help her. “Haden will have to wait to see your beautiful face. C’mon let’s go back downstairs.” She turns to me. “This young lady is ZZ’s daughter.” I look at her, and I know I must be frowning because she laughs. “That boy couldn’t keep it in his pants when he was just thirteen years old. He snagged himself a sixteen year old and of course Tatiana’s mom wanted nothing to do with her, so I raised her until ZZ was capable and old enough to do it on his own.”
“That would make ZZ…,” I trail off.
“He’s thirty one dear; Tatiana is seventeen years old and getting ready to turn 18 in a few months. God bless us all. I’ll talk to you later, dear.”
I wave bye. I decide to go back to bed. My entire body aches and I need rest. I hope that I can fall asleep. I shouldn’t have done that coke.
I admit when the ol’ ladies are all asleep with the grandkids I’m a bit out of control. Braxxon is constantly giving me disapproving looks along with Pyro and Lana. I’m sad but being around the club keeps my mind busy as I stay sober during the day and party it up at night. I’m tired of watching Lana and Pyro fight and argue. It’s old. She is taking her frustration out on him, and she is still sleeping in the slam room. He’s getting pissed, and I know it because he’s sitting on the other end of the couch getting blown by Bom Bom. He’s baiting my best friend and I hate that. Lana does nothing but hide in that damn room only coming out to check on me and to eat. Then she goes straight back. I took my sling off today. My shoulder is still a little sore, but it’s not so terrible. The swelling in my face is gone, and all that is left is the bruising. The worst of the healing process is how sore my bottom half is but I drink and coke up enough at night so that I can pass out without needing morphine. I know it’s not how you should deal with things, but f**k, I’m even more screwed up in the head than I was before I met these people.
Pyro pushes Bom Bom off his dick. He must’ve already came. I laugh as he swats her away and tilts a bottle of whiskey to his lips.
The club’s on edge. No one can locate PP, and I know each minute that goes by that he’s out there breathing, Braxxon is simmering at the core just as much as I am.
I have so much hate and pain inside me; I have no choice but to be f**ked up all the time. When I’m sober, that shit just replays like a broken record spinning on a turntable.
I wish I could get up and dance, but I can’t. My chest is still healing, and the last thing I need to do is rip a stitch and call the Doctor back here before he needs to bring my refills. When Braxxon isn’t dealing with club business, he’s stuck up my ass. If I didn’t need him so bad right now, I would probably be annoyed with his behavior. Last night in bed while he wrapped his feet with mine, he told me that he’s afraid if he blinks, I’ll be gone. I couldn’t help it; I almost swooned. I slipped my hand to his cock, and I jacked him off until he came. I’m not ready for anything else yet because I’m still healing. He tried to protest, but I shut him up with my mouth, kissing him while my hand slowly stroked him to bliss.
“Hey Angel,” he whispers behind me as I replay last night. “I saw you watching Bom Bom blow Pyro. Does that turn you on, baby?” He licks my ear causing me to shiver.
“Nope, I was glaring at him. He’s an ass.”
“We all are sweetness,” Pyro chimes in. “Don’t f**king talk about me like I’m not sitting right here!”
Grouchy!
“He’s still fuming because Lana’s giving him the silent treatment.” I laugh, taking a drink of my beer.
“He’ll deal.” Braxxon chuckles and eases himself on the couch resting his head in my lap and staring at me. I love it when he does that. Well normally, but now he has a look of regret on his face.
“Still can’t find him, baby.”
“Not tonight, okay,” I beg. It’s been an enjoyable night I don’t want memories flooding back. I’ll get my revenge on that bastard.
“Deal. Now lean down slowly and give me those luscious lips,” he says in that husky voice I fell in love with. “Slowly,” he warns. He doesn’t want me hurting my chest. I know it’s because he’s had the same wound before, so I listen when he tells me what to do.
My lips meet his and I sigh into his mouth causing his lips to laugh against mine. I love the way his piercings feel on me. It’s an addiction. A cold lovely addiction; I crave that sterling silver against me. “They get you some gummy bears?” He chuckles against my lips.
“Yeah, do you taste them?” I giggle.
“Hmm,” he mumbles forcing my mouth open so he can suck on my tongue.
It’s shortly lived, as he gets serious again. “How many times did you clean your gun today?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and pull back up. Sniper gave me my own gun the day after I was beaten and raped. I clean it a few times a day. Not every time with oils. Sometimes I just wipe it down.
“She’s not my favorite either, dear. The other is Bom Bom. I have no idea how she got her name, and I don’t care too.”
“Grandma!” A young brunette comes barreling into the room. “I’m sick and tired of being stuck here! I wanna go home. Josie’s trying to get me to change Monica’s diaper. I didn’t sign up to play mommy! I miss Haden. I wanna see my boyfriend. I hate my life,” she screams. “Is that cocaine on the table?”
Oh, shit!
“Tatiana.” Berry laughs as she stands up, using the couch to help her. “Haden will have to wait to see your beautiful face. C’mon let’s go back downstairs.” She turns to me. “This young lady is ZZ’s daughter.” I look at her, and I know I must be frowning because she laughs. “That boy couldn’t keep it in his pants when he was just thirteen years old. He snagged himself a sixteen year old and of course Tatiana’s mom wanted nothing to do with her, so I raised her until ZZ was capable and old enough to do it on his own.”
“That would make ZZ…,” I trail off.
“He’s thirty one dear; Tatiana is seventeen years old and getting ready to turn 18 in a few months. God bless us all. I’ll talk to you later, dear.”
I wave bye. I decide to go back to bed. My entire body aches and I need rest. I hope that I can fall asleep. I shouldn’t have done that coke.
I admit when the ol’ ladies are all asleep with the grandkids I’m a bit out of control. Braxxon is constantly giving me disapproving looks along with Pyro and Lana. I’m sad but being around the club keeps my mind busy as I stay sober during the day and party it up at night. I’m tired of watching Lana and Pyro fight and argue. It’s old. She is taking her frustration out on him, and she is still sleeping in the slam room. He’s getting pissed, and I know it because he’s sitting on the other end of the couch getting blown by Bom Bom. He’s baiting my best friend and I hate that. Lana does nothing but hide in that damn room only coming out to check on me and to eat. Then she goes straight back. I took my sling off today. My shoulder is still a little sore, but it’s not so terrible. The swelling in my face is gone, and all that is left is the bruising. The worst of the healing process is how sore my bottom half is but I drink and coke up enough at night so that I can pass out without needing morphine. I know it’s not how you should deal with things, but f**k, I’m even more screwed up in the head than I was before I met these people.
Pyro pushes Bom Bom off his dick. He must’ve already came. I laugh as he swats her away and tilts a bottle of whiskey to his lips.
The club’s on edge. No one can locate PP, and I know each minute that goes by that he’s out there breathing, Braxxon is simmering at the core just as much as I am.
I have so much hate and pain inside me; I have no choice but to be f**ked up all the time. When I’m sober, that shit just replays like a broken record spinning on a turntable.
I wish I could get up and dance, but I can’t. My chest is still healing, and the last thing I need to do is rip a stitch and call the Doctor back here before he needs to bring my refills. When Braxxon isn’t dealing with club business, he’s stuck up my ass. If I didn’t need him so bad right now, I would probably be annoyed with his behavior. Last night in bed while he wrapped his feet with mine, he told me that he’s afraid if he blinks, I’ll be gone. I couldn’t help it; I almost swooned. I slipped my hand to his cock, and I jacked him off until he came. I’m not ready for anything else yet because I’m still healing. He tried to protest, but I shut him up with my mouth, kissing him while my hand slowly stroked him to bliss.
“Hey Angel,” he whispers behind me as I replay last night. “I saw you watching Bom Bom blow Pyro. Does that turn you on, baby?” He licks my ear causing me to shiver.
“Nope, I was glaring at him. He’s an ass.”
“We all are sweetness,” Pyro chimes in. “Don’t f**king talk about me like I’m not sitting right here!”
Grouchy!
“He’s still fuming because Lana’s giving him the silent treatment.” I laugh, taking a drink of my beer.
“He’ll deal.” Braxxon chuckles and eases himself on the couch resting his head in my lap and staring at me. I love it when he does that. Well normally, but now he has a look of regret on his face.
“Still can’t find him, baby.”
“Not tonight, okay,” I beg. It’s been an enjoyable night I don’t want memories flooding back. I’ll get my revenge on that bastard.
“Deal. Now lean down slowly and give me those luscious lips,” he says in that husky voice I fell in love with. “Slowly,” he warns. He doesn’t want me hurting my chest. I know it’s because he’s had the same wound before, so I listen when he tells me what to do.
My lips meet his and I sigh into his mouth causing his lips to laugh against mine. I love the way his piercings feel on me. It’s an addiction. A cold lovely addiction; I crave that sterling silver against me. “They get you some gummy bears?” He chuckles against my lips.
“Yeah, do you taste them?” I giggle.
“Hmm,” he mumbles forcing my mouth open so he can suck on my tongue.
It’s shortly lived, as he gets serious again. “How many times did you clean your gun today?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and pull back up. Sniper gave me my own gun the day after I was beaten and raped. I clean it a few times a day. Not every time with oils. Sometimes I just wipe it down.
