Free Misalliance (Death Dwellers MC #4.5) by Kathryn Kelly

Christopher’s wrath, however, Bull looked away and began whistling.
    “Any other order of business?” Christopher asked coldly into the deathly silence, returning to his place. He went through his notes as the low hum of conversation rose up. “Let’s prepare to fuckin’ adjoin.”
    Arrow raised his hand and Christopher sighed, but nodded.
    “You said our bitches aren’t safe?” Arrow asked with a thoughtful frown. “What about our Bobs and club regulars? We have to protect them, too.”
    “Yeah, what about the Bobs?” Bunny’s old man, Trader, asked. ‘They haven’t been around in weeks.”
    “Club ass been here, yeah?” Christopher responded.
    “Yeah, but…”
    “We ain’t been havin’ nothin’ special for them Bob bitches to be around, Trader.”
    “Can we think of something? Like for real. Never had my dick sucked the way that Bob whore did it.”
    Arrow stood and bowed, then tipped an imaginary hat. “My doing,” he bragged, causing laughter. “We have practice sessions twice a week.”
    Trader whistled. “Fuck. You need some help?”
    More snickers. A grumble and moan from the back pulled Johnnie’s attention to Cowboy clutching a table and sliding into a chair, his face a bloody mess, his nose swollen.
    “You ain’t into Bunny no more?” Christopher asked, not fazed by Cowboy’s awakening or his bloody appearance.
    “Being around your old lady is making Bunny want a baby. I don’t trust her not to get knocked up on purpose, so I keep my cock covered with her. When the Bobs suck my dick, I don’t worry about a condom, and that shit feels fucking awesome. Bunny don’t like giving head, but she loves to get her pussy ate. I have to get my blow jobs from somewhere.”
    Christopher grimaced. “I think Megan invited her to the Valentine’s thing, and she said she bringing you. I don’t give a fuck what you do with your dick. Hear me? But if you do your bullshit in front of Megan and Bunny not around, I’m fuckin’ you up. I’m not fuckin’ up your shit, as long as you don’t piss off my girl, and fuck up mine. Cuz the first fuckin’ thing she’ll do is expect me to put a cock lock on you for Bunny’s sake. I ain’t doin’ that never . Which mean she’ll get madder than a motherfucker at me cuz of your roamin’ dick.”
    Val made a face in Trader’s direction. “Same with Zoann,” he muttered.
    While Christopher made no apologies for his words, Val looked and sounded embarrassed.
    “Bunch of whipped pussies,” Arrow said, hooting with laughter.
    “Arrow,” Christopher began, not addressing his teasing. “See if you can get the Bobs here for something in a week or two.”
    “No,” Johnnie protested, frowning. “Kendall is here. They’ll upset her.”
    “Then take her to a fuckin’ hotel,” Christopher snapped. “Cuz her bein’ upset ain’t my fuckin’ problem.”
    Val eyed Johnnie. “Stay with her in the room.”
    “She’s six fucking weeks away from delivering my child. Those women can’t be here,” Johnnie insisted.
    “Them bitches a part of our life, Johnnie,” Christopher growled. “Ain’t no gettin’ round that shit. Your bitch gotta deal with it or she gotta go.”
    “We’ll discuss this later,” Johnnie promised.
    Christopher shook his head. “No, the fuck we won’t,” he said, and refocused on Arrow. “Pick four brothers and get four motel rooms. Assign one brother to every five girls, until this shit over.”
    “That takes care of the Bobs,” Arrow said with approval. “What about our regular club girls?”
    “Bring May and Gurly to the club,” he instructed. “Round up the other four and assign another brother to them.” He seemed to tick off names under his breath, using his fingers as the counter. “Ellen, Kiera and April dead. Fuck, that’s nine. What the fuck the other bitch name who stick with us?”
    “I’ll figure it out,” Arrow promised.
    Not long after, Christopher adjoined the meeting. The eggs, sausages,