Sawyer
Tee and Storm have their arms crossed over their broad tattooed chests. I must admit, my uncle is hot for a thirty-four-year-old dude. He is just as ripped as Storm, but his muscles are slightly larger.
If these two were anything but human, smoke would come out of their nostrils like dragons. One would be the color of amethyst, while the other would be charcoal gray.
“Why are you in my girl’s apartment, Gator?” Storm finally growls.
I just lean back against the door frame, waiting to see how this plays out.
Gator? I guess Storm knows Uncle Tee then if he knows part of his codename. Uncle Tee is the Gator King of the Death Kings, hired assassins.
“Didn’t know you had a girl,” Tee says with a resting asshole face, but his tone is taunting. He smirks at Storm.
Oh lawdy! Tee is going to let Storm believe I slept with him! Well, I mean we slept together, but in the literal sense not the sexual. That would jus
Sawyer “Mo cherub!” My Uncle Jax shouts, running to me. He lifts me and spins me around while I laugh happily. Jaxson has always been the most fun-loving of my uncles. He sets me down, making me giggle when he rubs his freckled nose against mine. Fairy kisses, he calls them. From the very first time he met me, he has greeted me this way. He makes me feel like a little girl again. “That’s enough of dat, you,” Uncle Tee scolds him with his arms crossed over his chest. Jax looks at him with a knowing smirk, sauntering toward my uncle. “What’s the matter, mo pheata? Are you mad I didn’t come to kiss you first?” Tee scoffs at him, but when Jax puts his arms around his neck, Tee’s face softens, and he holds his husband close. “Did you miss me, ma doudou?” I snicker at the sound of Tee’s pet name for Jax. ‘Pheata’ translates to pet and ‘Doudou’ loosely translates to pookie or security item like a blanket. Jax’
Storm “What do I do?” “Can you be more specific? Like I don’t know, give me a hint or something, Storm?” “Carley. She is Gator’s niece,” I growl at my best friend and stepsister. “Are you talking about Sawyer?” She questions me. “Who else would I be talking about?” I say frustratingly. “Okay. I know Sawyer is a Death King. So am I. Why is this such a big deal to you?” She questions and I halt my running. I was so angry that I went for a run and called Carley to get her advice. Maybe I should have called Jase or Weston instead. “She doesn’t need our protection,” I ground between clenched teeth. “Why is that a problem?” She asks me. “Because he was under the notion that they needed to return to protect her,” I hear Jase comment. Over the past three years, we have grown close to the members of C.H.A.O.S. once we put aside our dick-measuring contest for Carley’s attention. Sure, we w
JT “No. You need to roll your hips like this,” I comment, showing the youngest member of my troupe how to move. The kid has some unrefined talent that needs to be polished. Currently, his movements are too stiff, however, once he becomes more fluid, he might become more popular than me. Ugh, I have a headache. This isn’t working. Maybe he is more of a calisthenics learner like my friend Kage. Jaxson had used his body against Kage so he could feel the movement. I move so that I’m behind Dustin. I press my body against his. “Relax into me and move with me. Let me control your body at first.” I pressed my hips him into so I could gyrate his hips in perfect synchronization with mine. I spend a few minutes loosening him until his movements are more relaxed and fluid. “There. This is what I want.” I breathe into his ear. “I’m going to step away so I can see this improve as you move by yourself.” I return to the front of the stage. Finally,
JTSawyer along with her uncles, which still seems weird to me, are still in the club even when I was done with my dances for the night. I am exhausted. My duties as a boss could wait until the morning, but my private shower in my office was calling my name. I didn’t make it to my office because I saw a man pinning Sawyer up against the wall with her uncles nowhere to be found.I mentally growled, or maybe it was out loud because one of my serving girls jumped out of her skin as I walked by. She dumped the drinks she had on the floor, breaking several glasses.“I’m sorry about that, Shea. Let me help you clean up,” I tell her, squatting down to pick up the glass. “Go get the broom and mop. I got the glass.”“But, boss…” she starts to protest, but I cut her off with a disapproving glare. She gulps and then rushes away.The good thing about this is that Sawyer, the
SawyerJonathan Thomas Brandt is more than just a pretty face with a lithe, chiseled tattooed body. He just might be the gossip king and I’m finding that highly interesting. He is different from the boy I knew, and I’m not entirely sure if I’m satisfied with that or not.One thing I know is if I give him the slightest amount of power over me, I will temporarily give up being Seraphim in an instant to become the Sawyer who will bend to this man. I will let him happily ruin my body. That may not be a bad thing to do in the bedroom, but with him comes three other men who differ vastly from my Capone.Capone. Nicknamed after Al Capone, an American mobster from the early 1900s. JT was fascinated by this man and mobster/gangster movies, especially the one based on Al Capone’s story. Since he was around twelve, he would be dressed as a 1900s mobster/gangster in a pinstriped suit with a fedora on his slicked-back blonde hair. He
RazorI made myself at home in a secluded trailer park surrounded by my crew. And unfortunately, my Momma. Being one-handed isn’t easy and thankfully I have a caring woman to help me. Also, by her being with me, the Death Kings can’t try to use her against me again.The Kings used my momma to trade for their niece years ago when I took her just after my hired assassins killed three members of their family. I don't know what's wrong with women who are involved with the Kings. They are little sluts with multiple lovers. It just isn't natural. I like a proper monogamous relationship between one man and one woman.Now, I must admit I didn’t think Gator’s little niece would be skilled enough to get the drop on me to sever my hand when I kidnapped her. It was so easy to do because she was the one who didn't have a team of men surrounding her like the others.But, oh, that fucking little Vip
Sawyer“I’m sorry to have called you in and ruined whatever you had going with these two,” Dillan says with a wink of their sparkling neon pink eye.“D, sweetie, I love you, but I will not go to jail for fucking children. These two are minors. They are fourteen. To top it off, they’re family.”“Well, they look legal,” Dillan says with a wave of their well-manicured hand, sporting a set of neon marble coffin nails.“Thank you for the compliment, gorgeous,” AC purrs at them.Dillian makes a show of themselves as if they are hot bothered by this teenage flirt. “Oooo, baby. I wanna keep you.” They croon, giving the kid a wink.Kassius watches the exchange with a smirk, and I roll my eyes at them. “The boys are here to work D, not have fun. They got into major trouble with their father and mother, so they are now going to be attending Venin Federation A
UnknownI don't understand why I was sent on the bullshit assignment for Prez Viper. Why couldn't he just call his granddaughter to pick up her old man from the pen? I have nothing against Nate. I like the man. He is a good man who raised his daughter on his own. Couldn't have been easy being the treasure for his old man's MC and taking care of a little girl. Not that I understood it much.I was eighteen when I joined the club and Nate's little girl was ten; I think? I've had to work my way up the rankings and now I'm the Sargent-At-Arms. I scoff at that thought. I'm more like a glorified executioner. Not that I'm complaining. I'm good at my job and enjoy the bloodshed. I'm off my rocker, but what can say? I was made this way. Being locked in a closet because you have the devil in you is bound to screw you up. Screw me up, as the case may be. Guess my mother was right. I must have the devil in me to enjoy my life.However, I do not enjoy waiting