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I left Jennifer once she was fully asleep, I didn’t want to, I wanted to wake her up and have my way with her, but she unloaded a little on me. And it’s something I can look into myself, to make sure she hasn’t lied. Or been lied to.
Her brother was a cop, undercover in the Jacks Devils USA charter for years. If anyone can hack police records it’s Wiz, and he needs to get this done yesterday. Walking into the club house I see a few stragglers still around, but the party has mostly died out.
I head to the back, out the door and through the metal fence to our secret shed and see Wiz and Manic both on their computers. It’s something they’d rather do than party, which is weird as fuck. If I didn’t know they fucked bitches I would think they were virgins.
“Boys,” I start. “Have some work I need you to get done for me.”
“What’s up man, be happy to help,” Wiz says, spinning in his chair.
“We did a soft background check on Jennifer, I want a full report, not only on her but her entire family, mother, father, brother. She told me some shit tonight and I want it looked into.”
“Got it, anything else?”
“Yeah, got a name of a good breast-reduction surgeon that will get the job done within the next month?”
Manic looks up in shock. “For Jennifer? Why?”
“She’s not happy in her body, was made to get those tits because of her brother and wants them gone, at least down to a reasonable size.”
“Well, damn, can’t linger over her tits anymore, huh? Those babies were perfect.” I’m about to launch my fist down Manic’s throat.
“Name or not?”
“Yeah, man, my sister went to this one guy, he’s top surgeon in Fredericton, though he’s got a wait list.”
“Make it so Jennifer is first up.”
“I’ll hack his system and get her name put in there. It’s all good. She’ll have to do a consult first because if she just shows up for surgery and he doesn’t recognize her from his files he’s not gonna touch her.”
Waving him off. “That’s fine, just make sure she’s first for both appointments, I want this done fast so she can plan our wedding.”
“Dude, you’re getting married?” Wiz whistles. “Didn’t you learn anything from Megan?”
“Don’t start that shit. I know what I’m doing, I want Jennifer tied to me in all ways. This will make that happen.”
“Got it, brother, no worries. We’ll find you when we get some shit done here.”
They both get back to their computers and start their searching, while I head back into the clubhouse. The first person I see is Jordan. Oh, how I’ll miss fucking her, but I’m going to try and do right by Jennifer first. I held out for months with only blow jobs from the girls here in hopes it would mean something to Jennifer. If I could do it then, I can do it now.
Jordan smiles when she sees me and comes over, pulling out her phone. “Wanna fuck?”
Shaking my head, “No, go see if someone else wants that pussy.”
“Damn, man, already pussy whipped?” Gunner asks from the bar.
“Ain’t it a little early to be drinking?”
He shrugs, “Not like I’m doing shit all anyways,” he slurs. Fucker’s been getting bad lately, Hangman and I have been talking about doing an intervention on him with how much he drinks. He doesn’t talk about his personal life much, but we recently found out he had a woman, and some club girl decided to lose her shit on him in public, making his girl aware he’s been cheating. And now that woman is in the wind. Club girl is dead, of course.
Those bitches have been dropping like flies lately.
“Hey,” Hangman says, coming over.
“Hey, Pres, you been here all night?”
“No, just got in, left early.”
“Jordan’s available if you want a nice tight hole to fuck,” I taunt him, wondering if he’ll take the bait.
He snorts. “I ain’t that stupid. Justine would know right away if I started that shit again and rip my balls off.”
“Pussy-whipped mother fuckers,” Gunner slurs out, turning to us. “Hangman ain’t gonna be loyal forever, and you, Rage, fuck, man, you’re just a trigger waiting to happen. First time you see pussy, you’ll be face-deep in it.”
“What’s you’re fuckin’ problem, Gunner?” Hangman suddenly roars to him. “Just because you lost pussy, doesn’t mean the rest of us are going to. You want that bitch back, go get her.”
“Nah, not the same, I kept her from club life for a reason, but that bitch Julia ruined everything. I was having my cake and eating it, too. Perfect life. Esther will never take me back now. She’s too innocent for this life.” Julia was a club girl that tried to trap Gunner with a pregnancy scare, turns out she was never pregnant, she just got jealous of seeing Gunner outside the club with another woman. Julia’s dead now, Gunner took care of that.
“That’s your fuckin’ problem, not ours. Keep your shit to yourself unless you want to go a few rounds in the ring.” Oh shit, Hangman must be getting pretty pissed to bring up the ring. That’s something only done if brothers are fighting. Hangman hasn’t been in the ring in years, but when he gets in there, he’s a powerhouse of a man.
Gunner glares at him and takes off to his room while mumbling. Fucker’s gonna get on Hangman’s permanent bad side soon if he doesn’t straighten the fuck up.
“Saw you go out back when you came in, anything I should know?” Hangman asks, turning to me.
“Not sure, I want a full background check on Jennifer. Her parents, brother, everything. She told me some shit tonight and it’s not sitting well with me. I want to get to the bottom of it.”
“Think it’s anything that will blow back on the club?”
“Nah, man, doubt it.”
“Keep me informed.” He pats my shoulder and walks back to his office.
Time to get to work on making my woman happy.