Page 7 of The Echo of Violence

As a biker, I don’t put much stock in happily-ever-afters. But if I ever tied myself down, it would be with someone who could give me that. Who would stand by my side through thick and thin.

It would take a special kind of person, though. There are a lot of women who come through those doors, but none of them are interested in anything long-term. They want to brag that they’ve fucked a biker, but they don’t want to introduce him to Daddy.

The exception to the rule are the club bunnies. I’ve noticed a few have set their sights on the coveted old lady crown, which is why I’ve been getting my dick wet elsewhere. As much as I love all women, I don’t want an old lady who knows what my best friend’s dick tastes like.

I look at Eightball and pause, imagining us sharing women, and feel myself getting hard.

Okay, I’ll amend my thoughts. I don’t mind sharing a woman with my brother, but not the whole club.

“You’re thinking so hard over here. I swear I can smell smoke,” Eightball cracks, pulling me out of my head.

I just shrug.

“You’re thinking about pussy, aren’t you? You only make that face when there’s a woman involved.”

I flip him off before turning to Scope, who is watching me with a knowing smirk.

“How does someone like you share?” I ask him.

“Someone like me?”

“Psychotic, possessive, temperamental, selfish, obsessive, arrogant—”

“Jesus, Eightball, tell me how you really feel,” Scope growls, but he turns back to me instead of punching him like I’m sure he wants to.

“It’s not easy to answer. The first time I saw Mercy, I knew she was mine. I didn’t give a fuck whether she agreed with me or not.”

Eightball and I laugh, remembering how well that all went down.

“At first, that was all I could see. I would have ripped some hands off if anyone touched her, brother or not. But the deeper I got, the more I worried. What if something happened to me? Who would protect her? I mean that woman attracts trouble like prospects attract STDs.”

“That woman has more allies than most of us, Scope. You’ve seen what the Candy girls are like, and I swear they’ve only gotten worse with age,” I remind him. Not that he needs me to jog his memory. Each of them is crazier than the last. And after watching Sugar, their founder, kill someone with nothing more than the heel of her shoe, I made a mental note to be nothing but nice when they come to visit Mercy.

“It’s not the same. Fuck, I know she’s got connections. Hell, I know she can take care of herself, but she has to sleep sometime. Who’s watching her back then, when she is most vulnerable, if not me, Kaz, and Wizz?”

“You’re a closet romantic, Scope,” Eightball tells him.

“Ain’t nothing romantic about it. My girl doesn’t need hearts and flowers. She needs dick, and we give it to her morning, noon, and night.”

“Lucky bastard,” Eightball mumbles, taking a drink of his beer.

Scope grins. “I know. As for the rest, Knight, it all just fell into place. I’m not sure I’d have ever shared a woman with Wizz and Kaz if it weren’t for Mercy. Circumstances forced our hand, but I don’t regret it for a second. And if you’re asking me if I get jealous watching her fuck them, then the answer is no. It’s different than watching a brother fuck a bunny. Watching my woman come apart with one of the few men I trust is a turn-on in itself.”

“It works for Carnage. Most of them have old ladies they share. None of them look pissed off or put out about it when I see them,” Eightball says, looking at me with a question in his eyes. “That something you’re thinking about? Sharing a girl?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

I remember a night a while ago when I got to watch Scope getting Mercy off with a nightstick in the back of a cop car and feel my dick starting to get hard.

“I’ve had threesomes and shared a bunny with you and Splinter before, but I never thought beyond getting off and getting out. Now, I guess it’s like you said, Scope. I’m bored.”

“Well, I’m game for sharing with you if you’re interested. I’m not sure I could say the same about the other brothers, but you and Splinter…” Eightball shrugs casually, trying to seem unaffected. But I can read the interest in his face, and so can Scope if his grin is anything to go by.

“Yo, Scope.”

We all turn at the sound of Wizz shouting. He points and grins behind him, which is when I see Mercy thrown over Kaz’s shoulder as he retreats down to their room.

“I’m out,” Scope tells me before heading over to Wizz.