Page 7 of Dirty Chaos
“Good, anyone caught making fun of her, or Decker, for it answers to me,” Hangman says. “Next problem, in two weeks’ time, we have a plan to go after the Fredericton charter of the Jacks. I need everyone in on this, it’s not gonna be an easy job. Jackal, you’ll be in charge of getting the bombs set up. Decker has them under surveillance and Wiz and Manic have already hacked their accounts, everything will be wiped out this time next week and they’ll probably be waiting for us. But we don’t strike then, we want them to think it’s not us before we move on them.”
Everyone nods in agreement with the plan. “Rage and Dirty, you two will be in charge of getting any woman out of their clubhouse, take a few other members with you. We want the women safe before we blow their shithouse to the ground.”
I nod, and look to Rage who’s as stoic as ever.
With that, Hangman bangs his gavel again and we clear out. I pass Chasity and notice her face. “What the hell happened to you?” I ask her, taking her face in my hands.
“Anara!” she snaps at me and pushes my hands away. I smirk. My woman’s got a good right hook. Nose looks broken in two places. Good.
“I want that tat removed,” I tell her, stepping into her space.
“But Dirty—” she starts.
“Nope, you got that shit without my permission, while it’s hot as fuck, I’m not yours. Never will be. You’re just a whore.”
She sputters out a response but I don’t pay attention to her mouth. “Make the appointment, I’ll even pay for it, but within a week, it better be removed or covered up. Don’t want to see that shit again.”
“Whatever. Asshole.” She stomps away from me and heads to the kitchens.
I just turned down easy pussy, maybe I am starting to change. I rub my chest; fuck, I don’t know anything anymore. I’m a mess.
Chapter Six
Chaos
Igot Anara’s address from Justine, took some coaxing but I managed to get it. Should I go up to her door? No, but will I, yes. Because I need to see her, it’s been too fucking long. I park on the street, get off my bike, head to the door and knock.
I wait, and wait, and finally the door opens, and there she is. Fucking beautiful.
“Hunter?” she whispers out in shock.
I give her a small smile. “Hey,” I say awkwardly back.
“What are you doing here?” she demands once she gets over the shock of seeing me.
“I was in the area, wanted to see you. It’s been too fucking long, beautiful. I’ve missed you.”
“Don’t, Hunter, just don’t. You don’t just to come back into my life like nothing happened.”
“You have to let me explain.” I hold up my hands to show her I mean no harm.
“It’s been years, Hunter, what could you possibly need to explain to me? We’re over, we’ve been over for a long-ass time.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I’ve done a lot of shit I’m not proud of and losing you was the worst of all. I’m clean now, I’ve been clean for five years.”
She snorts. “Good for you, but I don’t care. You should go.”
Just then a bike pulls up and Dirty walks up to us. “Fuck are you doing here?” he asks me angrily.
I raise a brow and Anara starts to laugh. “This is just great, two fuckboys together. Both of you need to leave.”
“No,” I protest.
“We need to talk,” Dirty says at the same time.
“What the hell do you want, seriously? You can’t say, after all these years, you’ve missed me, not when you’ve had your dick ridden like a pony for however the fuck long. And you, Dirty, fuck you.” She slams the door in our faces and locks it.
Well, that didn’t go as planned. What exactly was I looking for? For her to open her arms and take me back instantly? I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but fuck me, did she look great. Her hair is longer than it used to be. Down to her ass. Long, black hair that I used to be able to wrap around my fist as I fucked her.
