Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He smirked and shook his head. “Thanks, darlin’, but this beer is all I need.”
Elizabeth had been offering herself to him for a long time. He never took her up on it. There was no desire there. She was a little too skinny for his tastes. Unlike some of the boys, he was careful about who he stuck his dick into. He’d seen what happened to his and Grant’s pop for putting his dick in any woman that would have him. It caused nonstop drama, and he had no room for it in his life.
“What about you, Rusty?” Elizabeth asked.
Rusty nearly choked on his beer. “Nah, thanks, sweetheart. One dose of the clap was good enough.”
Pat waved his hand at her.
He lost interest as she went down to talk to Stacks and Rip. Not all of the guys had followed him down to the bar to have a drink. He wanted a change of scenery. Beer was easy to come by at the clubhouse, but for some odd reason, the bar called to him tonight. It was a slow night. Most of the customers sat near the restaurant side. Some couples moved on the dance floor, but all in all, it was very slow. He had no doubt rumors would circulate about his interaction with Maddie. Why couldn’t he get that woman alone? He didn’t like that she’d been on multiple no-show dates. What was her deal?
He took a long sip of his drink, and Rusty sighed.
“Can you believe that chick?” Rusty asked.
“What chick?”
“Elizabeth?”
Bull chuckled. “You took her for a test drive.”
“And got itchy balls because of it. Believe me, she didn’t even call me by my actual name.”
“I don’t want to know what she called any of you. It was bad enough that you had to come into the club and announce you had something wrong with your junk, and the fact it went around the whole club. Fucking gross.” At least he hadn’t been caught with it. The women who circled the club like vultures, he steered well clear of. The women he fucked, they knew the score, and he also made it a habit to never use women who liked to be passed between his men. Again, it was something he learned early in his life as a brother. When he was a young teenager, he’d taken a few girlfriends to the club, and they’d been more interested in gaining the banger’s patch than him.
Not that he had a problem with that. Women were free to fuck whomever they wanted. He didn’t slut-shame anyone. He simply didn’t want to be part of that play.
Finishing his beer, he turned on his stool and looked around the bar. He was a part owner in this place because he’d had no choice but to help out his old friend Thomas who had been pretty desperate after his old man put the profits on a couple of horses that were duds. Nearly lost everything, and Thomas had a family and his mother to take care of.
Bull, being the nice guy that he was, took care of the dad so he wouldn’t be making bets on the lives of his family again, and became a part owner of this bar. It wasn’t a huge profit, but it helped Thomas out, and they’d been friends since they were in diapers.
An unlikely friendship by all accounts. Thomas was super thin, gangly, with lots of pimples, and a pure nerd. Bull was the biker’s son, a rebel, a boy to be feared. They had started talking one day through detention, and they’d been friends ever since.
He was Thomas’s best man. No one thought he’d ever wear a suit, but he proved them all wrong.
“Look, I can’t help that every single piece of pussy wants a piece of this Rusty machine.”
Bull raised a brow at Rusty, who wrinkled his nose.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound right. I’m not some grandpa. Anyway, you know what I mean.”
“I’m going to agree with you to just shut you up.”
“Nice one.” Rusty held up his fist, and Bull merely shook his head.
“Come on, man, bumping fists is cool.”
“If you’re a teenager, maybe.”
“Dude, you’re no fucking fun.”
“Then you should have come with Grant,” he said, mentioning his brother. Out of the two of them, Grant was the wild child, while he was … the sane, level-headed, responsible one. Not that he hadn’t experienced a certain level of crazy during his time, but that was all when he was younger. At forty-two years old with the Chaos and Carnage MC depending on him, he preferred to stay focused rather than going out of his way to pick fights.
“Speaking of Grant, if you want to have any questions asked, talk to him.”
“About what?”
“About your girl. We all know those two went to school together. I’m sure Grant has some info on her if you need it,” Rusty said. He glanced behind his back and smirked. “A hen party. This must be my lucky night.”