She sat up, going to her knees, pushing her tits high up.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“You know I do.”

She wrapped her fingers around his spent cock, but he was more than happy to go again.

“I could give you the world, Bishop. Show you things you’ve only ever seen in your fantasies. Wouldn’t you like that?” She leaned down, licking the tip. His cum was still sticky and on his length.

He watched her, seeing and feeling himself getting harder as she started to work him.

“You taste so good. Do you want me to swallow your cum? I can show it to you. I know men like that. They like to see their cum in a woman’s mouth.” She took the entire head into her mouth, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. “I can do so much for you.” She went back down on his length again, this time choking on him. “A lot more. So much more than Robin.”

At the mention of Robin’s name, he lost his temper. Shoving her away, he was disgusted with himself.

“You don’t get to say her name.”

“But you like what I’m doing to you,” she said.

Wrapping his fingers around her neck, he pulled her close.

“You’re nothing but a dirty fucking whore. Your only use is to suck on my dick when I want you to, and you won’t say Robin’s name again. Do you understand me? Not in my presence. Not anywhere. She’s a better woman than you’ll ever be. Do you understand?”

She nodded, clawing at his hands. “Yes. Yes. Please. You’re hurting me.”

He shoved her down to the floor and held his dick, which was still hard. “Now you can make it up to me, and suck it, right.”

Chapter Three

“What else do you have to report?” Preacher asked.

He glanced around the underground basement, which had just seen one of the most brutal fights in all of its history.

He knew shit could go from bad to worse in a second, but three men had lost their lives tonight, all to the champion calling himself Kabel.

The man was a monster, but Preacher knew all about monsters. He was one, and it took a lot to make him afraid of anyone.

“What do I have to report?” Dog asked. “Not a whole lot. Shit has been settled since you took out the rat. Product is running low on the streets. We’re looking at a new shipment in a couple of weeks.”

Dog was one of the few crew leaders Preacher liked and even did business with. He knew the score, and they managed to find a working relationship that suited them on the streets, at the club, and in their pocket. They made money off each other.

So long as Dog was willing to watch his back, Preacher did the same, keeping them both out of trouble.

“Shipment is happening in three weeks. Until then, tell some of the old ones to pay up in advance,” he said, handing Dog his cut for the fights.