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Stitch when a tiny hand touches my arm. A God damn second of happiness passes through me. Lil? Turning around I'm met with blood shot eyes and fake tits. The bitch, or as some would call her, Bubbles. How I ever found her good looking is beyond me. Stringy over dyed blonde hair. Fake tits. Terrible fake tan. Caked on makeup. She's fucking gross. “Baby,” she purrs. Fuck me. I'm not gunna lie I prayed the bitch forgot about tonight. Not my lucky night.
                Liquor flows heavily and smoke in abundance as we all hang around. Good family, good friends, and good food fill the place. Hanging out bullshittin' and smoking with the guys the bitch finally got lost. She was hanging on me like a damn decease. Fuck, thought I'd have to pry her off me with a crowbar. Low, Stitch, Happy, Tiny, Gin, a few other guys, and myself stand around the fire watching the party and passing around blunts. It's a damn family reunion tonight. Every motherfucker from the Hell's Disciples are here wearing their cuts. It's good to be around family. Lost in a conversation about bikes I don't see her coming. Another small hand lands on my forearm. Skin to skin. I feel that shit all the way to my heart. Hits me like a ton of bricks. Looking down I'm met with those innocent brown eyes. Lil's little hand rests on my arm. Looking down at her it hits me again just how fucking beautiful she really is. Dark hair hanging down her shoulders. Smelling good as hell. Big brown eyes, plump lips smiling. Leaning into the group of guys she smiles at everyone. “Dad,” she beams up at him. “Tank,” she whispers sweetly at me. I swear to fucking God every man in that group would have fallen to their knees for her. Anything she wanted she could have had. All eyes go soft and gooey for that girl. Me included. I've watched most of these men kill with their bare hands. Bad dudes, but right there she owned them. Owned us all. “Yeah doll face?” Low asks smiling down at her. “New beers?” she asks looking around the group. Each man grunts their thank yous. Before I can stop myself I offer up my help. And now I'm a fucking waiter. “Sure, thank you,” she says smiling while walking off with me in tow. Fallowing behind her I watch her body move. Her walk, the way her hips move. I'd like to grab those hips, pull her ass in the air, and well you can imagine the rest. Tonight she's swearing cut off jean shorts and her shit kickers. But fuck me she's wearing a cut off Lynyrd Skynyrd tee. That tiny ass shirt falling just below her big ol' tits leaving little to the imagination. Watching her bend over to grab some beers from the ice chest I catch a small glimpse of that tattoo. My dick springs to life. Hell. “Lil  ...” is as far as I get. A motherfucking blast from past gets to her first.
                Cage motherfucking ass hole places his, soon-to-be-removed-from-his-body hand on her lower back. He's a brother from another chapter of the club. Not my favorite guy. He's been gone for a while and if he doesn’t remove his hand he'll be gone permanently. “Fuck me runnin', Lil, baby? That you?” She doesn't look up right away. That perfect body goes stiff. The tension evident in her movements. Issues with Cage? I've heard there was some shit with them. Issues as in, he had a hard on for her and she wasn't interested. Fucking club drama. He's got to be pushing thirty-five, better not have been shit with him trying for her. I will bury this guy. “Cage,” she murmurs her greetings not sounding thrilled in the least. “Tank,” he mutters his shitty greeting to me, eyes shifting over me quickly. He damn well knows the pecking order around here. He better show me some more respect than that, but before I can say something Lil stands up slowly turning to him. My attention right back on her. I catch his eyes all over her body. Licking his lips like a fucking animal while he stares right at her tits. I can see all the disgusting things he's