JTSawyer along with her uncles, which still seems weird to me, are still in the club even when I was done with my dances for the night. I am exhausted. My duties as a boss could wait until the morning, but my private shower in my office was calling my name.  I didn’t make it to my office because I saw a man pinning Sawyer up against the wall with her uncles nowhere to be found.I mentally growled, or maybe it was out loud because one of my serving girls jumped out of her skin as I walked by. She dumped the drinks she had on the floor, breaking several glasses.“I’m sorry about that, Shea. Let me help you clean up,” I tell her, squatting down to pick up the glass. “Go get the broom and mop. I got the glass.”“But, boss…” she starts to protest, but I cut her off with a disapproving glare. She gulps and then rushes away.The good thing about this is that Sawyer, the

Razor I made myself at home in a secluded trailer park surrounded by my crew. And unfortunately, my Momma. Being one-handed isn’t easy and thankfully I have a caring woman to help me. Also, by her being with me, the Death Kings can’t try to use her against me again.The Kings used my momma to trade for their niece years ago when I took her just after my hired assassins killed three members of their family. I don't know what's wrong with women who are involved with the Kings. They are little sluts with multiple lovers. It just isn't natural. I like a proper monogamous relationship between one man and one woman.Now, I must admit I didn’t think Gator’s little niece would be skilled enough to get the drop on me to sever my hand when I kidnapped her. It was so easy to do because she was the one who didn't have a team of men surrounding her like the others.But, oh, that fucking little Vip

UnknownI don't understand why I was sent on the bullshit assignment for Prez Viper. Why couldn't he just call his granddaughter to pick up her old man from the pen? I have nothing against Nate. I like the man. He is a good man who raised his daughter on his own. Couldn't have been easy being the treasure for his old man's MC and taking care of a little girl. Not that I understood it much.I was eighteen when I joined the club and Nate's little girl was ten; I think? I've had to work my way up the rankings and now I'm the Sargent-At-Arms. I scoff at that thought. I'm more like a glorified executioner. Not that I'm complaining. I'm good at my job and enjoy the bloodshed. I'm off my rocker, but what can say? I was made this way. Being locked in a closet because you have the devil in you is bound to screw you up. Screw me up, as the case may be. Guess my mother was right. I must have the devil in me to enjoy my life.However, I do not enjoy waiting

Unknown Sawyer is all woman. She knows what she wants when she wants it. I respect that. I will give this vixen my dick on a plate if she wants. I’m that enthralled by her. I thought I was twisted, but this woman… I just met my match. I like her father, I still think my future president and I will get along well as friends. After seeing this man slice up that crooked pedophile of an ex-cop, I have high respect for Nate. I’m not sure whether he’ll shoot me dipping my stick in his daughter. There is only one way to find out. “I’ll fuck you now and still do my job so well that you’ll reward me with your pussy again before we say goodnight,” I reply. Her blue lips curl into a grin. “I need the help tonight, so I dare you to prove it.” Ah, shit. I really am in trouble with this one. I know one taste of the venomous rainbow beauty will never be enough. That’s okay. I’ll let her sink her fangs into me so often that’ll become

Sawyer I'm sitting in my office after closing, waiting for the man who managed to surprise me tonight. I wasn't expecting my father to come in with the handsome biker, who seemed to know exactly what I needed. He worked hard and I'm not ashamed to say he more than earned his right to bend me over this desk. I even cleaned it off while twiddling my thumbs.I need that man to hurry and walk through that door I'm staring at while holding an envelope of cash for him. I'm paying him under the table tonight for the help and I'm going to hire him tomorrow. I told Cruz to send him to me as soon as they were done cleaning.Come on tall, dark, and… fiddlesticks! I twirled the envelope right off the front of my desk. With a sigh of disgust at myself for being so distracted by a