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I broke my dick!

“I’ll fix it...I promise.”

Bailey smiled wickedly. “And I’ll be nice and give you a one-minute head start, you sick, demented, little man whore. Starting now.”

And that was all I needed.

Fuck my dick.

I would baby it later.

Getting off the floor, I dashed around my room, gathering my boots and a clean shirt, before running for the door. I didn’t need to look behind me to know that Bailey was following.

I could hear her laughter.

Fucking brat.

I made a mental note to help Scribe get back at the annoying woman.

Rushing down the stairs, I raced for the exit, only to be stopped by a pouty Frankenstein. “Why don’t you like working with me, Gunner? Is it because I’m bigger than you?”

What?

Oh fuck. I forgot all about working with him yesterday.

Frankenstein may be the biggest fucking brother in the club, standing over six-foot eight and weighing close to three hundred pounds of wall-to-wall muscle, but the brother was nothing more than a big teddy bear. To make matters worse, he was soft-spoken and hard to rile, but God help the person who fucking pissed him off.

“Sorry, man. I’ll make it up to you, but I need to be somewhere. Can we talk about this later?” I said hurriedly, sliding my bare feet into my riding boots.

“No.”

“Frank, come on, man. I’m in a hurry. I promise I’ll stop by the distillery today. Okay?”

“No. Priest is working with me today.”

“How about tomorrow, then? Just you and me. I’ll even play a game of checkers with you.” I offered, jamming my t-shirt over my head.

“You mean it?” the big man smiled.

I nodded, reaching into my jeans for the keys to my bike. “Sure do, big buddy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get out of here before King sees me.”

“Too late, dickhead.” The firm, volatile man said behind me.

Fuck. My. Life.

I was a dead man.

Chapter Nine

Gunner

I always knew that my time on earth was going to be short. I accepted that many years ago. Just thought I’d see forty before I headed off to the pearly gates in the sky.

Oh well.

I had a good run.

“You know, when you were born, I was happy to have a brother. Someone I could count on and pal around with. As you got older, I thought maybe I was being punished for something I did. Now, I know I’m being punished because only a fucking idiot would allow you to keep breathing.”