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the last couple of beers, and watchin’ Amber washing our clothes way over on the other side of the warehouse. We just washed as best we could with the cold fuckin’ water from the bathroom, but I can still taste pussy on my tongue and smell it on my stubble. I fuckin’ like it.
    I’m thinking about rolling up a joint when my cell phone rings on the table. I check the number – Butch.
    “Yeah?”
    “We got a fuckin’ problem,” he warns.
    “We got plenty fuckin’ problems.”
    “That bitch of yours, Angel, she’s not workin’ out. The Cartel is pissed.”
    My balls ache just at the mention of her name. I close my eyes, and I can see her beautiful tits, those cherry-bomb nipples, that ass that was made for fuckin’.
    “She’s not my bitch anymore,” I state.
    “You fuckin’ trained her. And you fucked up,” he snarls.
    “I had one fuckin’ week! There ain’t a cocksucker on the planet who can train a bitch in one fuckin’ week!”
    Butch pauses before speaking, and I can tell he’s about to drop something big.
    “They wanna give her back.”
    Shit.
    It hits me like a punch to the gut.
    Angel’s the girl that nearly made me leave everything. The club, the training, the whole fucked-up lifestyle. The only reason I can fuckin’ hold my shit together now is that I’d given up ever seeing the bitch again.
    I can’t fuckin’ speak, and Butch continues.
    “She’s a tight piece of ass, but she can’t take a beatin’, and she sure as hell ain’t got the skills to keep these Cartel cocksuckers happy.”
    “I don’t buy it, Butch. They’d put a bullet through her brain sooner than they’d hand the bitch back to us,” I explain.
    “They wanna cut a deal. I had to break my fuckin’ balls to get it, but I got it. They don’t wanna give up on our supply just yet,” he says.
    “What’s the deal?” I ask.
    “They return Angel, and we give them another bitch – a well-trained bitch this time. And the money back with interest. It ain’t fuckin’ cheap, but the alternative is they shoot the bitch we gave them, and our whole fuckin’ reputation in the sex trade business goes to shit.”
    A well-trained bitch. I
    look up at Amber, scrubbing my cut and carrying it outside to hang in the sun.
    “It’s a shitty deal,” I say.
    “It’s the only fuckin’ deal we’re gettin’, Luc, and you’re gonna fuckin’ take it,” he orders.
    “Can’t we give them Randy? The fucker deserves it.”
    I’m pissin’ Butch off, stalling him while I spin the fuckin’ scenario around in my head.
    “Fuck you, Luc. You’re lucky you’re getting this chance. Fuckin’ around with this Angel bitch, letting Lilith live so she can come back and torch the fuckin’ club. You’ve been training pussy so long you’re turning into one. The fuck you think you’re doing? This club – I - fuckin' saved you. You forget that?”
    “I don’t forget shit.”
    “I don’t forget either. Anyone else and we’d be dragging your corpse up and down the Arizona desert, but you been good to this fuckin’ club. Your training is good business. If the business ain’t there though, that’s a whole new fuckin’ story,” he threatens.
    Butch is right. I’ve been banking on the club needin’ me for a long time now, if they didn’t, I’d be dead already.
    “That psycho bitch, she still with you?”
    I watch Amber walk back in and pick up the basin of water.
    “Yeah. She’s still with me.”
    “Train her. Train her good. You bring her back to us, we make the swap, and you get back into the club. We move on from all of this shit and start actin’ like the LLMC again. No more bitch drama. No more fuck ups. We do our business the way we did before. Nice and fuckin’ simple. You understand?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good. How long is it gonna take to get the bitch’s ass ready for the Cartel?” he asks.
    “Give me three days.”
    “Three days. No more,” he confirms.
    Butch hangs up. I toss the cell phone onto the