Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
"The fuck you are." The Unwanted spits on the floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ, this place is a hole. Let’s get out of here,” I mutter.
Badass nods. "Nothing here worth the trouble anyway. Guess we heard wrong. Shit for sale, from a shitty little club."
The Unwanted bristles, and his hand strays towards his belt. For a moment I think he's going to draw. “You think we’d put the good stuff out for any assholes? Guess your wallets aren’t big enough to get a seat at the real table.”
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I'm starting to really dislike this fucker. Quickshot gives me a tiny nod of encouragement, and it’s all I need. “If you had anything good, you’d show it.”
His jaw ticks. “You think you’re hot shit, but in a year you’re going to be begging for my sloppy seconds, asshole. We’re not going to be your punching bag for long.”
Quickshot shrugs. "Put up or shut up. We were sent to find out if it’s worth working with you or not, and right now? I’m thinking not. Let’s go. I’m sure Cain will be happy to know you personally fucked this chance.” The Unwanted president isn’t exactly known for his fucking graciousness.
"Wait!" The Unwanted glances towards the wide wall. "Gimme a sec.”
We give each other a brief look when he scurries off. Quickshot nods his head in the guy's direction. “What do you want to bet he magically finds room for us?”
He does.
When he escorts us to the back, the crowd parts so fast they should call me fucking Moses. He brings us through a door after a brief nod at the guys watching it. They step aside to let us through, but not without some ugly-ass glowers. We're not welcome here, but they aren’t so confident that they can turn down the chance to work with us, either. Good to know.
The new room is in arguably better condition than the one we left. Doesn't look as fucking moldy at least. Probably their common room, with a bar at one end, a big Unwanted flag hanging on one of the walls, and a couple of pool tables in the back. The crowd's thick here too, but not like the other room, and it smells more like money. There’s even some suits around, and members I recognize from other clubs who all make sure to look away as soon as they notice my attention. More than anything, this room feels more like business. Maybe we're about to see what this shit's all about.
At the far end of the room, there's a stage, and on it stands a wiry old biker with a leather hat, running his mouth as he describes a clear box filled with plastic bags on the table next to him. "Twenty one-kilo bricks, fresh from Colombia. Tested pure this morning. Do I hear a fucking bid? This is good shit. Low bids don’t get invited back."
Fuck. I’m no expert, but even at wholesale prices that's easily a couple hundred grand of product. From the stack behind him, there'll be more lots too. Where the fuck does a little club like this get their hands on that kind of shit, and so fucking much of it? Eagle-eye’s going to want to know that this is about to hit the streets. We’re no angels, but this is our turf. We don’t want this kind of shit flooding our neighborhoods.
I lean over to whisper to my brother when I spot the most gorgeous fucking woman I’ve seen in my life headed our way. She’s got dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulders in golden waves, a cute little nose, lips that I wanna see wrapped around my cock and big, deep blue eyes that widen when she spots me. The Unwanted tank top she's wearing only barely covers her big tits, her bra pushing them into the kind of cleavage I want to slide my cock through, and her skirt's so fucking short, it rides the tops of her thighs and teases us with the shadow of heaven with every step. I can't even remember the last time I wanted to just grab a woman and throw her down on a table to fuck her senseless.
Forget the auction. How the fuck does a bunch of slobs like the Unwanted attract sluts like that? Maybe she belongs to the asshole following behind her, but the way she spotted us and started our way makes me think not. Something about her seems familiar, but I can’t quite put my dick on it.
Before she gets here, some big meathead steps into her way. "Fuck, they let you out to play with us? This club’s fucking generous."
He grabs her ass with one hand, and her tit with his other, pulling her close. A look of disgust flashes across her pretty face, and as her skirt slips up, it's obvious she's got nothing on under. I’m all for a little rough play, but she obviously doesn’t want it. It makes me want to tear off the hand that’s daring to touch her.