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bunch…he had no words.
    He stood and entered the cabin. It felt
different with her here, less impersonal. He never noticed the
difference before. He locked up and took a quick shower, before
climbing in next to the woman who was coming to mean too much, too
fast to him.
    He’d been attracted to her for too long to
convince himself that all he would want from her would be a quick
fuck. If the feeling in his chest didn’t begin to calm down soon,
he would worry that it would never go away. If she didn’t have the
same feeling, well, he’d be fucked, that’s where he’d be.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Swamp Kings
     
    The Swamp Shack sat back off the road almost
a mile and if a person didn’t know what he was looking for, they’d
never find the place. That’s how the Swamp Kings liked it. It was
their group’s only clubhouse, and even though they were a single
chapter club, they had fifty members that regularly showed up to
important meetings and events. They considered themselves 1% ers,
and most of the brothers had few ethics to worry about. The only
morals they encouraged were the club by-laws, and somehow they made
it work.
    Turner Dean aka Pappy D was the prez, and his
son, Donnie, who was pacing the floor in the small room toward the
backside of the building, were talking.
    “How the hell was I ‘spossed to know the
whore had arrangements with those fuckin’ Breeds? I ain’t never
seen a Patch in the place the times I was there. All that goes in
there are the young fucks from town looking for some pussy or a
dick to swing on. So now the Breed is all up in arms over a little
misunderstanding? What the fuck.”
    Pappy spit his tobacco juice into an old
coffee can and nodded his head. “I can see where you’d make such a
mistake, problem is, ya dipt yer dick in her, boy. I jest had a
little talk to with that sumbitch Baron up there, and he says the
line’s been drawn. She’s a member of the Breed, an her ol’ man
ain’t takin’ the violation light like. He wants us to turn the one
who fucked her over to him, or he says he’s gonna keep fucking the
boys up ‘til he finds the guilty one.
    “Didja see Toad, Vic, and Jumper? If her ol’
man’s the one who fucked them up, he’s gonna put a hurtin’ on you.”
The older man nodded and spit again. “That’s a fact, boy, ain’t no
ways around it. Yer tough, and I’m proud to call you my get, but if
the three of them couldn’t take him, you ain’t got a lot of chance.
Jumper says he’s a big mutha, dark-haired, and tats, full on badass
with death in his eyes. Say he’s cold on ready to get revenge. Boy,
you cain’t reason with a man in that mind.”
    Donnie shook his head, and drained his can of
soda. “Wasn’t me that did that one, that was Candle, he likes to
have ‘em scared when he dips his wick. He was sayin’ she was nice
an’ tight, an’ he was planning to make a habit of visitin’
her.”
    Pappy D was secretly pleased his kid hadn’t
been the one to drop on the split tail, he had plans for Donnie to
take over after he was in the ground, and the boy couldn’t do that
if he was dead.
    “We ain’t givin’ him up, so spread the word
to have the boys watch their asses, this big motherfucker’s a bad
one, and he’s got the Breed behind him.” Donnie nodded and left the
room.
    He stepped into the main room of the building
and spied Tonda wiping down the long feast table. It was Pappy D’s
birthday and they were already building the fires outside to make a
crab boil. It was the rainy season and normally the pot would be
dumped on a table outside for everyone to help themselves to the
delicious meal, but the flies and mosquitos were such a bother,
that it ruined the festive mood of the partiers. The men had
constructed this plank table to keep the food clean from so many
bugs.
    Tonda’s ass kept swaying back and forth, and
since she was wearing her denim skirt that never covered her entire
ass when she bent like that, he stepped up