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Some were awake, some weren’t

Some would leave after that and never return

Others came back for more

When he’d gotten older, his body began to react atching it And he wanted to stand in line, too

Hell, he’d even watched his best friend get his cherry popped by one of those sweet butts What he thought, at the time, was a nicer name for what he learned later was a club whore

He’d been in the crowd that circled Trip and the sweet butt as Buck ordered the wos and let Trip nut inside her

Trip did And he’d only been fourteen

Sig had been eleven at the time and hoped his father, Razor, would order the sweet butt to do the same for his own son

He hadn’t

So, when his body would react, he would have to hide for a while until his painful erection went back down, or he’d end upa mess in his underwear because he couldn’t control it

Once, one of the other women in the warehouse had noticed his disco, “Whenever your daddy says it’s okay”

Razor never did

Because Razor didn’t give a shit about his boy

Not one shit

Not like Buck did for Trip

While Trip was his best friend, he also never told hi his mother

Because he couldn’t

Buck had alarned him to keep his “fuckin’ mouth shut” To keep the Blood Fury’s president’s visits to his mother a secret

“You tell anyone, I’ll fuckin’ kill her, boy You hear s for my dick That’s the only reason I’m here You say somethin’ an’ if I don’t kill her first, your pop will” He had grabbed Sig’s long hair, fisted it painfully and ripped his head back “You fuckin’ hear me?”

Sig had struggled not to cry out or show his fear Because that hat Buck wanted Buck liked people to be afraid of him “Y-yeah”

“Not a goddamn word, boy”

In truth, Sig was afraid of Buck Most everyone was Except for Sig’s mother, Silvia And maybe Trip’s mother, Tammy

Buck had a nasty temper and you didn’t want it focused on you Otherwise, you’d be hurting and that hurt would last a while

Like the tio He’d rolled off hisby his throat and thrown to the floor at the foot of the bed

Sig was just glad the ht have ended up dead

Instead, a naked Buck sto’s back, his stomach, his ribs, even his junk

Sig had curled into a tight ball, trying to protect hiled to crawl back out the door, clawing his way across the dirty, worn carpet

Luckily, Buck let hi as he did his best to escape And once he got near the open door, Buck kicked his ass right out of it, sla’s foot