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Royal Bastards Video was gettinâ a full head of steam and I hoped FOCUS would get back to the City soon. Most of the shit could be taken care of from anywhere except the shootinâ part, and they didnât really need us to do that. There had been somethinâ goinâ on in Florida and The Bishop asked FOCUS to help with some shit for Redhookâs kid, Colt. It was a no-brainer that heâd do it, if for no other reason than we needed to get Brooklyn sewn up for the Bastards and the old man wouldnât just let it go without a price.
âOh . . . Crucifix, some chick called for you a bunch of times.â Froot Loops bounced over like he was doinâ some of our Five Points meth. He needed to reel it in before he got outta control. I knew all too well that you could get totally spun in a snap and it wasnât an easy mistress to walk away from. If it hadnât been for the Bastards I donât know if I ever coulda. âShe said she had your number, but kept callinâ here. Wouldnât say what it was about.â
Snaps.
Why wonât you leave me alone or be my olâ lady?
Take your pick, but fuckinâ pick already, for fuckâs sake.
They all knew about Gingersnap, but most had never seen her. She didnât come to the Mounds when it was open. Iâd take her to the clubhouse when everyone else was busy, or sheâd pop up at the bar after closinâ time. The problem was, she always just popped up. Somethinâ would make her start thinkinâ about meâusâand sheâd start to feel guilty.
Sometimes it was for gettinâ off one too many times while thinkinâ of me fuckinâ her hard in the ass and practically rapinâ her. She loved it when I just fuckinâ took itâlike that first time. Near rape made it okay for her to be guiltless and get what she wanted at the same time. It was sort of my fault for tryinâ to protect her the night I snuck into her bed. Playinâ that game was a surefire explosion for me. Weâd been doinâ it so long that it was woven all up in my fucked-up kink.
Kink.
Man, you are a straight up dom. You need to control that bitch for life.
Other times, it was just for thinkinâ about breakinâ her vows to spend her life with me. Even though cominâ to me for confession and penance seemed way the fuck offbase, it was what she did. I thought it was just a good excuse on her part. If I banged her and punished her while we were doinâ itâand then more when we were done because we did itâsomehow shit was justified in her head. At the end of the day, it was all about her beinâ fucked up because she craves and loves me and canât help the carnal desires that come with that need. Give into it. Youâll feel better, trust me.
Fuck if I could understand why she didnât just leave that fuckinâ habit behind and come and be my olâ lady. Itâs what she wanted. She was lucky I didnât show up at mass one dayâput her over my shoulder, carry her out kickinâ, and strap her to the back of my bike. That thoughtâor shit like itâhad crossed my mind too many times over the years. Iâd even tried tyinâ her up to the St. Andrewâs Cross and not lettinâ her off the damn thing. It lasted a few hours and finally I gave in and told her to get out. She was all fucked up by us, but she wasnât the only one. No one would ever believe a biker and a damned nun for Chrissakes. It sounds like the beginning of a joke. It was no laughinâ matter. That shit is painful and sometimes I just get full to my eyes with it.
Looks like Iâm not gettinâ her outta my head even without the fuckinâ outfit.
Is it a sign?
âYeah . . . I know who it is. It can only be Gingersnap . . . ya know the one Iâm talkinâ about. Anyone else woulda come into the club or called my cell.â
Froot Loops was shiftinâ back and forth and started to laugh. âMan, is that the fuckinâ nun chick? You are one sick bastard with that shit, brother. At least one of you is goinâ to Hell.â
I gave him the finger and realized I wasnât gonna be gettinâ my dick sucked. My mood had gone from exhausted but happy to the Fiona Zone. My food was sittinâ at the corner of the bar and a bite of the slice would probably be all I had until the middle of the night when I couldnât sleep âcause I was thinkinâ about her.
âHey, Iâm toast . . . Candyâs in my office, so Iâm gonna go crash out in the champagne room for now. One of you guys do me a favor and raincheck her for me. I donât even wanna walk up the stairs or deal with her. A lot on my mind and I need to sleep it off.â
Casket nudged my arm. âThe nun? Donât let it twist ya like last time. That bitch needs to pray or say the rosary or somethinâ instead of fuckinâ with you all the time. She leaves you with an open wound every time, and just when itâs startinâ to heal, she comes back and rips the scab off. Not
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