Stone
“Prez, it’s been six weeks. The guys are starting to talk,” Bones says as we sip beers during the rager that was going on in the club at the moment. Three new brothers got patched in tonight. The place was wild. My men were letting off steam. t**s and d***s were everywhere.
“Who’s talking? And what are they saying?”
“Not the table, but the regular brothers and some of the club girls. They’re saying you’re turning into a monk. One of the brothers said you should change your road name,” Bones said. Rowdy snorted into his beer.
“Just because I’m not f*****g the club girls?”
“Not f*****g, not getting sucked. Did that little blonde at the GA’s bar whip you?”
Yes. I thought. I’ve jerked off with her underwear to my nose for six f*****g weeks now. The scent was gone, but the memory w
