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“Great” I groan and want to protest but I know my dad will protect me No matter the costs

Pulling downouttail went to

Chapter 3

Wrecker

“Yo, Wrecker”

I look up fro atwith his arms folded across his broad chest “What?”

“Pres wants you in his office” I tense and cup the back of ood by that shit eating grin he’s wearing Cocky bastard

“When?”

“Ten hs

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath I throw the mop at him and he chuckles harder Bastard Fuck Damn Shit What did I do this tiot a thing for married women They don’t expect hearts and flowers They are just lonely bitches who are in need of a good fuck That’s how I got uess you could say I’m the club stud

I make my way down the hall to the back office where the Pres handles his private affairs It’s the one room that is off limits to everyone Especially a prospect like me I knock on the heavy oak door once then two quick taps just as we are trained to do

“It’s open,” Demon calls from the other side of the door

I go in and ask, “You wanted to see me”

“Close the door and hurry the fuck up Time is of the essence I don’t knohy it took you so da your ass in here, but I have a job that needs done now” He slams his fists down on his desk Demon is one scary ass ly fucker from the pits of hell Pockmarks cover his face and the top of his head is tattooed to look like a brain that has been split open Skull rings adorn his fingers along with the letters spelling out hell’s fury on his knuckles

“What’s up?” I scoot my chair closer to his desk as he leans forward