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Blind Devotion (Chaos Bleeds MC #4) Page 3
Author: Sam Crescent

For the first time ever, between the two clubs there was no hope. The last visit to Fort Wills Pussy had felt the change inside everyone. Butch had to work to earn back the title of being  a member, and shit was going on there that Pussy didn’t understand. Tiny hadn’t just accepted Butch back into the fold like everyone thought would happen. He was waiting for the right time when Lash returned to have a vote.

Nothing was worth what they were all going through. A lot of the men were in rehab to combat their drug addictions. Pussy was pleased he’d not succumbed to any addiction other than a nice warm cunt. He’d visited a couple of the men while they were coming out of it. The sight wasn’t pretty.

Pushing all the nastiness away, Pussy stared at the woman bent over in front of him. Her creamy cunt was on display waiting for his cock, but he wasn’t feeling it. He’d been f**king her moments ago, but now he couldn’t forget the sight of his brothers barfing up and shaking as the drugs were slowly releasing from their systems.

“Are you okay?” the woman asked, glancing over her shoulder to look at him. He wasn’t interested in looking the woman in the face. She wasn’t Ashley, and she wasn’t Sasha either. The woman in front of him was just a willing cunt for him to lose some time outside of his head. Life was crap at the clubhouse. Everywhere they went, life was shit, and Devil was being more cautious than he’d ever been in his life.

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.” He collapsed to the bed. Even though his c**k was rock hard, he wasn’t in the mood to do any of the work.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” The woman was na**d with a set of fake tits and ass to go with it. He smiled up at her.

“Sure, babe. Work those lips on my dick.” Placing a hand behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling as she cooed and pretended to purr like a kitten. Rolling his eyes, he let out a sigh. There was a time when a woman wouldn’t get any sleep once he got his hands on them. Now, he was f**king useless. No one was going to want to f**k him at this rate.

She grasped his cock, removed the condom, and started to lick the tip. Glancing down, he watched her lapping up his pr**cum as if it was a delicacy she’d never tasted before.

“Yeah, baby, take it all in.” He didn’t know her name, and he didn’t care either.

Thrusting his h*ps into her waiting mouth, he closed his eyes, picturing Sasha with her lips around his cock. The little bitch had been invading his thoughts more and more regularly. No matter what he did, she wouldn’t leave him alone. The few conversations they’d had were not ground breaking, but he played them over and over in his mind. The kiss they’d shared had been fleeting and tame, yet it got him hot every time he thought about it. When it came to Sasha, all of his thoughts turned him on.

He thought about her lips wrapped around his cock. Her long brown hair cascading over his body as she sucked him off was too much of a fantasy for him to ignore. Gripping the woman’s head, he slammed in deep, forcing her to take more of him.

Within seconds he released into her mouth and wouldn’t let her go until she swallowed every single drop of his cum. When it was over he ordered her out of his room. The woman had the grace not argue or throw shit at him and left. The sweet-butts knew they were all in trouble and didn’t argue when an order came their way. Everyone did as Devil ordered the first time without making any waves.

Lying back on his bed, Pussy stared up at the ceiling. Someone knocked on his door, and he ignored the sound.

Seconds later, Death came into view.

“You ignoring everyone now?” Death asked, taking a seat on the bed.

“No. I’m choosing to ignore every f**ker that tries to get into my room. I’m not called Pussy for nothing. The women will all be fighting if I start answering shit.” He flipped onto his side and leaned over the bed to grab a cigarette. Lighting the tip, he lay back down, inhaling the nicotine into his lungs.

“The women are no longer leaving your room looking satisfied, Pussy. Maybe you’re losing your touch.” Death sparked up a cigarette and sat on the floor with his back leaning against the bed.

“Nah, the women are just not used to me only taking care of myself. I’m not interested in making friends with the bitches. They want to suck and f**k cock, then they can. I just don’t always return the favor.” He blew out a ring of smoke thinking about the brown-haired beauty he’d kissed a month ago.

“That doesn’t sound like you. Does this have to do with Ashley?” Death asked.

Thinking about Ashley made him sad, but it didn’t stop him from f**king other women. Now, thinking about Sasha stopped him from wanting to be with other women. It pissed him off. One simple kiss shouldn’t have left him feeling this way. Rubbing at his chest, he wondered what the hell was happening to him.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Curse hasn’t been able to bring Mia to the club. She’s sobbing all the time, and he can’t get her to eat. He’s really struggling with this shit.” Death blew out a ring.

“What the f**k do you want me to do?” Pussy asked.

“Nothing. I’m telling you, you’re not the only one missing Ashley. I’m not an idiot, Pussy. Don’t treat me like one. You and Ashley were close. I know you were never going to give her a ring or promise her forever, but you would never turn your back on her either.”

He thought about what Death said. “We got her killed.”

“Yes, we all did. The club got her killed. We should have stopped her from going with Gonzalez. There’s a lot of shit we should have done, but we didn’t, and now we’re the ones paying the price.” Death let out a sigh. “Shit is getting nasty, Pussy. You need to start playing the game.”

“Life is not a game.”

“Fuck, Pussy. Stop being an ass. Ashley’s dead and gone. You’re going to sit around and die because she’s not going to be coming around anymore. Gonzalez f**ked with us. It’s time for us to f**k back.” Death stubbed out his cigarette and walked off.

Lying back on the bed, Pussy thought about what he said. He’d not gone to see Mia ever since he saw Ashley’s severed head. Climbing off the bed, he took a quick shower and headed toward the spare ranch style house on the outskirts of Piston County. After parking up his bike, he knocked on the door and waited for Curse to let him inside.

Curse opened up the door looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

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