Protecting My Cut
Samantha
I woke up to Dashawn kissing my lips softly. I hummed and he deepened the kiss.
“I have to get going, baby. Don’t forget to try and bankrupt me, okay,” he said, with a smile.
I stretched, which made the blanket slip and my br*asts were right there for his viewing
pleasure.
“F***ck, I don’t want to go,” he whined, as he dropped to his knees, and latched on my right
n*pple.
I inhaled sharply and grabbed his head, holding him to me.
“Mmmm, Dashawn,” I sighed.
“I know baby, I know. I’ll make sure to get back as soon as I can. I love you.”
“I love you too. If you make it back before six, I’ll let you f*ck my throat as I lay my head off
the bed so you can go balls deep.”
“F*****CK, I’ve created a monster,” he mumbled, kissing me one more time and speed walked
out of the room.
I giggled. I stretched again and rolled to my side. I already missed him. I fell back to sleep for a couple more hours. My alarm went off at ten. Resa, Narissa, Tally, Cia, Kimber and I
were going to do some damage at the mall. I got up and showered. I put on a pair of black
leggings and a long blue sweater. The sweater went to my upper thighs. I put on my biker
boots that I have grown fond of and my cut. I put my hair in a French braid and grabbed a
blue beanie with a cute puff ball on top. I swiped on some mascara and gloss, and I was
ready.
“You look so cute,” Narissa said as I walked into the common area.”
I laughed, “I’ll take that complement.” I went to the kitchen and saw that there were some
scrambled eggs, bacon and toast and grabbed a plate. I made my way back to the common
area and sat with the girls and their guys. Some of the other brothers were sitting at other
tables talking. I saw some throw me some appreciative looks, but other than that no one
bothered me.
“So Dashawn gave me his card and told me to do as much damage as I could. He even said
to pay for all of your guy’s stuff,” I said as I stuffed my face.
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“No,” Jessie said. He grabbed his wallet out of the back of his jeans and handed Narissa his card, then kissed her nose when she smiled at him.
“He likes to spoil me,” Narissa said.
“Yeah, I don’t think so, friend or not, no one pays for my woman,” Ashton said, as he handed
Cia a card.
“Um, you do know I have my own money,” she mumbled, blushing.
“Don’t care, you use mine,” he said, taking a drink of his coffee. Hunter grunted and nodded at
Ashton.
“That’s a good man,” he said.
Crush just slapped a wad of cash in front of Resa, she looked at him and he stared her down, daring her to argue. Then he grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed his mouth to hers. I heard Ripper chuckle and Cassie start giggling.
Kimber and Tally just held out their hands and Hunter gave them each a card.
“Daddy, doesn’t allow us to use our own money,” Kimber said.
“Daddy, this isn’t my usual bank card that you normally give me,” Tally said.
“I know,” Hunter said.
“Well, why?”
Hunter squirmed in his seat, Tawny laid her hand in his arm.
“Your father and I are helping someone out. He’s doing him a favor for his investment.”
“Oookaay,” she said, confused. I looked at Hunter and his eyes shot to Ambrose. I watched
as Ambrose nodded at him and then went back to his breakfast.
I drank my tea to hide my smile. Tally had herself a man, whether she wanted one or not.
Thirty minutes later we were headed out. Resa and I had our property cuts on over our clothes, it wasn’t too cold outside so need for my puffy jacket. Narissa, Kimber, and Cia were all in thick sweaters, jeans and boots. We all had beanies. If it wasn’t for Resa and I we’d look
like a bunch of suburban wives.
We took one of the clubs SUVS and drove to the mall.
“Are we shopping for New Year’s Eve?” Tally asked.
“I already have a dress and shoes. But Dashawn’s closet at his apartment is huge and he told
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me I needed more clothes. I told him that I didn’t have all my clothes there at his place, but he
insisted. I’m going to have to buy another bag for everything,” I said.
“He loves you, he wants to spoil you. Besides, how many evening gowns do you have?”
Kimber asked.
“I have a few. Four I think.”
Cia scoffed, “Honey, as his PA and his woman you’re going to need a whole h*ll of a lot more. Our busy season is coming up. This is the time when we get new investors. Dashawn,
Kimber and I will be working our a*ses off for the next three months, going to gala after gala
and charity ball after charity ball. Schmoozing will be the name of the game. You can not show up in a dress you’ve already worn, and you need to look the part of Dashawn’s woman.”
“Are you saying I don’t now?” I teased.
“No, you are Money’s woman right now. Dashawn’s woman will be draped in Chanel, Versace, Gucci, Tom Ford, Oscar De La Renta, Balmain, you know the big shots.”
“I don’t know if I can pull that off. I’m short.”
“Dresses can be hemmed, don’t worry. This is a high–end mall, and they have on staff seamstresses. You can get everything here,” Resa said.
“I seem to be in the big leagues now,” I mumbled.
“Girl, you man is a billionaire, and not just one or two billion but in the hundreds, so get used
to it,” Cia whispered.
“Are all of you as rich as he is? I know that might be a personal question, but I feel like the
MC isn’t like others.”
“You’d be right. Papa Butcher, Uncle Dozer and some others are sons of very rich people, and they had their own money before they became a part of the MC. Then, with the right investments, the club was a rich club. But then Daddy’s first wife catapulted the club. She was an heiress. When she died, everything went to daddy. He sold off her family’s business and houses, and then invested into the club. They set up trusts for us and that didn’t include the trusts that Kimber, Tally and I got from our grandfather. I think I’m sitting around sixty,” Cia said. “I don’t invest as aggressively as Dashawn does.”
“I’m at the same,” Kimber said.
“I’m at eight–five myself, with my career and trusts.” Tally said.
“Both my parents are rich, and with investments and what I’ve made, I’m a multimillionaire, I
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am not in the B status like these b*tches, but I can’t complain,” Narissa said.
“My dad wasn’t rich, but my mom is, but dad invested with Uncle Rockstar and became rich. I
am also in the multi Ms. But Crush and I are about to bring a project to the club, and we think it’ll set up our future for our own family when we are ready to start,” Resa said.
“What kind of project?” Narissa asked.
“We want to get into the tech business. There’s this guy Crush follows in the business tech world and Jessie knows from his Marine days. He’s got this listening device he’s putting into production. We want to get in with him. We talked to Jessie about it, and he had a meeting with him a week ago. Crush and I are going to fly to Colorado and talk to him after the New
Year.”
“Why don’t I know about this?‘ Narissa asked.
“He told you, when he went to Colorado, you couldn’t go because you had something you
needed to take care of for ICE. He said he was going to see an old buddy about a potential
business deal.”
“Oh, right. I remember now. I swear I’ve been having fog brain lately.”
I scoffed, “Are you pregnant? That’s a symptom. I saw it a lot growing up when I visited my
parents at their work when I was younger.”
Narissa stopped walking. We all passed her and then turned to her.
“No,” she laughed. Then she looked shocked. “No, there’s no way, I’m on the pill. And we use
condoms. It would be a miracle.”
“Well, it is a long shot using both of those methods of birth control, but it’s still not one
hundred percent,” I said.
We all just stood there in the middle of the mall gaping at her.
“I’ve had no other symptoms. I’m not nauseous, no puking, my br*asts aren’t tender. Just brain fog.”
“My mom had a patient once who didn’t even know she was pregnant practically her whole pregnancy. She even had her period the first three months of her pregnancy,” I said.
“Samantha, you’re freaking me out!” Narissa said, her voice rising.
“Would it be such a bad idea? I mean, he adores you, you’ve been together for a while, and you’re thirty–one. You know d*mn well, your parents would be ecstatic to become grandparents. I personally want to see Uncle Dozer as a Grandpa,” Resa said.
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“I kill people,” she whispered yelled.
That shocked the hell out of me. They all must have seen my eyes go wide.
“Only bag guys. You know, s*x offenders, and anyone a danger to the club. Resa, does it too,”
Narissa said, trying to deflect attention from her.
My eyes snapped to Resa. She just shrugged, “We only do it when we are contracted. It’s what
we were raised to do. Our mothers were assassins,” she said, like it was no big deal.
Kimber, Cia and Tally all nodded, like it wasn’t. Okay, I can get on board, they’re family now.
“So what if you kill people? That’s just a job. Our moms did it for years, even pregnant,” Resa
said, to Narissa.
“You’re right. We’ll need to stop at a pharmacy when we are done here.”
We shopped like it was our job. Store after store, we browsed and bought. I got a few more
gowns and shoes. Narissa talked me into buying a couple of purses, and we all had a blast buying lingerie and showing each other.
“I’m starving,” I said.
“Me too, I could eat a horse. They have a steakhouse in this mall. Let’s go get some red meat.
As we made our way to the restaurant, the most annoying voice screeched, and several people
turned to see who was making such a god awful ruckus.
“Why in the f*ck are you wearing my cut!”
I turned wide–eyed as Heather and some of the other club wh*res who were actually dressed decently came stomping towards us.
“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”
“Who else would I be talking to? It’s definitely not Resa.”
This b*tch.
“What are you even doing here, Heather? You guys can’t afford this place,” Narissa said.
“Sure I can, I have money, and so do they. Ice pays us well. Plus, I figured I could spend mine since I wouldn’t be needing it anymore. That cut is mine! I saw it in Dashawn’s room in his black travel bag. He even put a nickname on it for me,” she said, pointing at my name patch.
“You were in Dashawn’s room? Who gave you permission? I know Ice implemented that rule for club wh*res. None of you can be in a ranked member’s room without an escort,” Resa
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said.
“Well, I didn’t think that rule was meant for me. I am Money’s woman.”
I threw my head back and laughed.
“Are you? Because, I’m pretty sure it’s been our bed he’s been in the last month, my p*ssy he’s plowed, my throat he’s choked with his long fat c*ck.”
“Gross,” I heard Cia, Kimber, and Tally say at the same time. I heard Narissa and Resa snicker.
“I’m pretty sure this is my cut he gave me while we were in Italy, that was in MY black travel bag, with my nickname he calls me, and I am d*mn sure this is my engagement ring he gave me on Christmas morning,” I said, holding up my left hand.
“He asked you to marry him!” she screamed.
I kind of felt bad when tears started flowing from her eyes, but then I remembered what a b*tch she’d been to me, and what she did to Dashawn.
“Yes. He. Did,” I said.
She screamed at the top of her lungs and launched herself at me. I dropped my bags and grabbed her as we both fell. I put my foot under her, and tossed her over me, she landed hard on her back with an audible smack. I rolled over my shoulder and came up on top of her. I slapped her twice and punched her hard once when I got in her face.
“Don’t f*ck with me. That is my man you are trying to claim. He hasn’t been for
yours years,
so give up, you look f*cking desperate.”
“F*CK YOU!”
”
She rolled us, and she got a good hit on my mouth, but then I brought my legs up and grabbed her by the head, yanking her backwards. She landed on the floor. I jumped up, readying myself for when she attacked again. She didn’t disappoint. She got to her feet slowly. She gave me a stare and if looks could kill, I’d be toast. I quickly took my cut off and tossed it to Cia. I didn’t want it to get destroyed. She screamed and rushed me. Her swings were wild and easy to dodge. I came with a quick one, two snapping her head back, blood spurted from her
nose.
“Oh, it looks like I broke your nose again, that makes three times now,” I said with a smile,
holding up three fingers.
She screamed in frustration and came at me. She tried kicking me, but I blocked her effort.
She was seriously untrained, but I’ll give her credit for her efforts. I finally got sick of dodging
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her wild swings and I spun and kicked her. I didn’t give her any time as she fell before I was on her. She tried to grab me with her legs like I did to her earlier, but I rolled so our legs were locked together, and I pulled hard on her left leg, throwing my body back. I had her in an effective leg hold. If she moved, her muscle would tear, and her knee would dislocate.
She was screaming her lungs out. Four security guards came running towards us. I immediately let her go and got up. She laid there sobbing.
“Ma’am, you’ll need to come with us.”
“I don’t think so, this woman attacked my sister. She was just trying to defend herself. If
anyone needs to go with you,
it’s her. You have surveillance and witnesses. It is her that
needs to be kicked out, ask anyone around us,” Kimber said.
The security guards looked around. A number of people corroborated Kimber’s account, including the other club wh*res. They knew who paid their bills and put money in their pockets, they weren’t going to jeopardize their livelihood for Heather.
The guards took her away, and the club wh*res quickly left. Cia handed me my cut and I put it
back on.
“She’s f*cking insane. I am going to talk to Ice and get her kicked out,” Narissa said.
“Are you okay?” Tally asked, pointing at her own bottom lip.
I dabbed at mine and winced, some blood came away on my finger.
“I will be. Let’s go eat, I’m still starving, and now I need to get some ice on this lip.”
“That was f*cking epic,” Resa said.
“I love a good fight, Kimber said.
“Especially when someone knows what they’re doing,” Tally said.
I smiled, it felt good listening to their praise. I got some of my fighting confidence back and it
felt awesome.
Roc
My oldest is a condom and BC baby. He was a definite surprise.
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