Chapter 1
Gunner
Four Months Ago.
“Gear up man, you’re headed to the Portland chapter,” Reyes said while slapping my shoulder and laughing. The fucking bastard.
Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger. Applying increasing pressure until the ache dulled and it was slightly numb.
Taking a deep calming breath, I opened my eyes and centered my attention on the asshole who just ruined my day. All six-foot-four, black-haired, snarling inch of him. Reyes may be my president, but he was also a dick. I wanted to punch said dick in the face.
Looking around the room, I watched as barely clad women sipped from their drinks. They were all trying to entice my brothers into having a good time.
They gave little tugs on their shirts in a southern direction trying to expose more and more cleavage. At the same time, they were pulling their skirts in a northern direction exposing different colored panties.
I wanted to be one of those stupid bastards.
“What the fuck man?” I growled at Reyes.
“Shut the fuck up and get a move on,” Ryan said with a laugh.
They were both cock blocking bastards. The last time I went to the club, the pussy begged for attention, but they were not ones I wanted to play with.
“Fucking pricks,” I mumbled to them.
“Get a move on. I need intel, and I know those assholes are up to no good. The last time Sal was here, he was sweating a little too much,” Reyes informs me.
This changed shit. If that club were on the wrong side, then they would be taken out. Every dirty motherfucker in there would meet the angel of death, and I was one of the fuckers who’d send them there.
“How bad?” I ask him to try to gauge what I was walking into.
“Bad. Shit hasn’t been right over there for some time. My guess it began not long after I took the gavel,” Reyes dark voice would have had a weaker man pissing his pants.
“Right, so I get to go in and see how far up shit creek I have to paddle?” I snapped.
“That sounds about right, don’t you think Ryan?” Reyes asked my Vice President.
“Yeah, although I would wear goggles. I heard that shit burns the eyes,” he replied while laughing.
“Both of you are assholes,” I growl.
“Fucker,” Reyes laughs.
“He summed it up,” Ryan tells me with a shrug.
Motherfucker! I don’t even get a fucking hand job before I have to walk into whatever shit storm the Portland chapter has stirred up?
“A little warning brother,” Reyes grabbed my shoulder.
Turning, I look at him and wait for him to spit out whatever has his panties in a wad.
“Hands off Sal’s daughter,” he says.
“Cassie? Isn’t she like sixteen or some shit?” I ask him.
“No man she’s in her twenty’s, but hands fucking off. I need you on the good side of the table not missing pieces,” he tells me coldly.
“Whatever. There’s easier pussy to be had,” I tell him shrugging it off.
“Good,” Ryan tells me and walks off to find himself a little bit of fun.
Fucking prick. Reyes follows, and I give him a big fuck you gesture. He laughs and shakes his head before running his fingers through some blonde’s hair.
I fucking hated them both. As I walked through the room and down the gray hallway, I snarled as I passed a door with loud screams and grunts. Frustrated, I made my way to my room and felt the need riding me hard. I had to pack some shit, but I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be gone. But if I had my way, it wouldn’t be for long.