![]() My dad hadn’t wanted to take a chance Torch would back out of the deal later. I held up my forearm, the brand that said Property of Torch clearly on display. “And why would Torch give a shit about some whore who showed up uninvited?” “Did you just threaten to remove my dick?” “Or you could keep your pants zipped and your dick attached,” I said. “Why don’t you get on your knees and give my cock some attention?” he said, starting to unfasten his belt. The gate closed behind me, and the Prospect placed his hand on my waist. The gate slid open, and I strolled through on my heeled boots that hugged my calves and stopped just below my knees. He licked his lips, apparently thinking he was getting his fondest wish. “Open the gates,” I demanded, trying to sound tougher than I was. “Because I could fuck you all night long, sweet thing.” He swaggered closer, his hand tucked into his belt. I’d always been pretty, but the last few years I’d gained some womanly curves and my face had matured. A Prospect approached the gates, his face lighting up when he saw me. Not much had changed since I was last here. I looked through the gates at the Dixie Reapers MC compound. The car that had delivered me to my destination took off down the road like the hounds of hell were after it.
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