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been going through. It was one of the reasons why he liked coming to the Whiskey Lick Her. Good pussy was good pussy.
    She lengthened how she pumped him with her mouth, allowing his cock to go farther, deeper, as her throat muscles relaxed.
    “Touch my balls, baby,” he ordered.
    Obeying, she palmed his heavy sac and squeezed it, rolling the balls through the thin skin. Romeo gave a heavy gasp, thrusting his hips up into her mouth. Little by little, Shantel increased the tempo, speeding up.
    “You gonna swallow me, baby?”
    He took her moan as acquiescence and let go, shooting his cum down her throat. And being the talented whore she was, Shantel sucked him down, milking him for every drop he spewed out.
    When it was over and his climax ebbed, all the shit the club was going through in his mind roared back twice as bad. Guilt for enjoying himself, even if only for ten or fifteen minutes, hit him hard, and he pushed Shantel away. The whore fell on her ass and she glared at him for a moment before pushing to her feet.
    “You don’t have to be so rough, asshole,” she snapped. Before he could blink, she brought her fist back and punched him right in his nuts.
    Unbelievable pain exploded through him, bringing tears to his eyes. His body caved in on itself and he dropped to his knees to cup his genitals protectively. Stars flashed behind his closed eyes. He could no longer hold back the moan of agony.
    As he floundered for breath, he heard Shantel snicker at his misery. It took everything in him to push aside his suffering and rise to his feet. He shot out his hand and grabbed her chin, squeezing hard. She whimpered from the pain but he didn’t give a fuck.
    “You trying to fucking maim me, bitch?” He snarled the question.
    Defiance poured out of her eyes.
    “You can thank my sister-in-law I don’t punch women.” He yanked her so close their noses touched. “Not even cunts like you.”
    He pushed her, hard, and she fell back, banging into the nightstand and sending the lamp smashing onto the floor with a loud crash. Shantel looked at him through hate-filled eyes. It was only the fact that he refused to hit a woman that stayed his fist from striking her across the face.
    “Get dressed,” he ordered as he stepped back and pulled up his pants. “I don’t fucking get you. The Men of Hell make sure you aren’t smacked around, but, in return, your job is to pretend all the fucking you do is fan-fucking-tastic. How many other paying clients you hit in the nut sac?”
    She didn’t answer. She jerked her chin up in a mutinous tilt. In that instant, he saw that she truly hated either him or her life. Fine. If she didn’t want his protection, he wouldn’t force a woman to be a whore. He left the room, slamming the door behind him, and made his way to the front where Candy stood. She frowned at him and took a quick glimpse at her watch.
    “Something wrong?”
    Romeo nodded. “That bitch is gone, you hear me?”
    “Shantel?”
    “She’s gone, Candy.”
    Not waiting for any other reply, he stormed out and headed to the bar. He needed a fucking drink. There were a shit load of things he should concentrate on, figure out, but hell if he wanted to do that right then. He was slowly transitioning into the club president, but for the next few hours, he was going to get lost in drink.
     
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    Dax followed the car at a distance, but after the second turn, whoever was driving caught on that they were being followed. The expensive little car sped up, trying to lose him, but Dax was persistent. Down Cedar Road, onto Grant, until the driver managed to get onto the rural county road that led out of town. Dax shifted the bike into full throttle and easily caught up with the speeding car. He couldn’t see inside, but he gestured to the driver to pull over. The Mercedes braked and fishtailed a little, but eventually it pulled to a stop. Dax rolled in front of the car and hit out his kickstand. Then he stomped over to the