Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Is the teen girl a handful? Sure thing, but so is Brooke at times. From what I gather, her parents are not the supportive type. The family dynamic of their home is strange at best. According to Brooke, Madyson doesn’t really have anyone, yet Morgan tries her best to be there for her. This situation seems to be bringing the siblings closer together.
Seeing the two sisters interact with each other has made me wonder. Does Brooke need more? Watching Morgan be there for Madyson is a stark reminder that all Brooke has is me and my brothers in the club. Parenthood is tough shit—the balance of letting go and holding on. I could survive in a desert without supplies for weeks easier than I can navigate my way through raising my daughter alone.
“Yo,” Coal greets, entering my office and sitting on the couch in front of my desk.
Looking up, I meet the cold stare of a very pissed off, naturally brooding man. This is not good.
“Problem?” I question, knowing something serious has brought him in my office with that look.
“Crissy says she thinks we need to test some girls.”
“Test some girls? Call the doc for pussy problems. I don’t want to know anything that deals with what’s between their legs. All I care about is that they’re not giving their customers the sort of souvenirs that might broadcast what they’ve been up to. No one likes the gift that keeps on giving.” Coal shakes his head, and I go alert. “We have a bigger issue on our hands?”
“Drug tests. She thinks it may extend beyond the stable,” Coal states, not hiding his agitation.
Crissy is our After Midnight aunt, as she likes to call herself. She came to us four years ago, hooked on meth. Her mother pimped her out, starting at ten years old, to maintain her own habits. She was a skeleton covered in scars and sores when she literally stumbled into the wrong drug deal going very bad. Hammer saw her in the shadows and tried to stop her from coming out into the open, only she was too tweaked to see the slight shake of his head. When she came out, the overly anxious dealer panicked and pulled his piece on us. It is a kill or be killed world sometimes.
After that night, we sent Crissy to rehab, but she had nowhere to go when she got out. No plan, no escape, no world. That is a sure fire way to relapse; therefore, we took her in. Twice she has lost her footing and taken the hit, but currently she is nine hundred eighty-two days clean and completely sober. She doesn’t drink, smoke cigarettes, or sell her pussy anymore. It has taken work, but she is solid. With her history, she can spot a user from a mile away.
“She would know. Set it up. If Crissy feels we need it, we need it. Hell, we probably need to do them more regularly anyway.”
“It means she gets tested, too,” Coal adds, watching me.
“She wouldn’t call for a test if she was using.”
“You don’t think testing her will make her think we don’t trust her? It could send her the wrong message, tempt her.” Coal may be a bastard, but there is a heart in there somewhere. I think.
“Nah, she’s solid. I wish I could say that for everyone else around us.”
“I’ll get it set up for first thing tomorrow morning.”
We have a zero tolerance policy on drug use. The Regulators have a strict code for our members and employees. We provide a safe environment for people to come off the street and rebuild their lives. Crissy is one example. When she came to us, she had no job skills. We kept finding her selling sexual favors out on the street. That is a dangerous game to play. A John could get her in a situation and inject her with something, and she would be back to broken. If she was going to do it, we were going to keep her safe. That is how she came to work for us.
We don’t keep a stable of hookers selling pussy like bets at a racetrack. There is no picking your top three contenders. Rather, we allow the women who wish to keep their sobriety on track, while rebuilding their lives, an opportunity to choose their clients, and we keep them safe while they handle their business. Instead of the John picking the girl, it is the girl picking her John. The agreement allows us to provide clean women to our associates while both the girls and Johns know the customers won’t cross the lines set between them or face the wrath of my club.
The women in those beds are there by choice with the freedom to stop any time. Unfortunately, most of them have a background that doesn’t leave them many options. Crissy has said many times she stays clean knowing, if she messes up, it is the door for her. I would hate to see that happen as the woman has shown nothing other than loyalty to my brothers and me. Rules are rules, though, and contrary to some people’s thoughts, they aren’t always meant to be broken.