Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
It was easy to divert Dex’s attention even when he was sulking. “Oh fuck. It would have been a nuisance if we only managed to mince half the bodies.” He said as he delved into the open chest with a gloved hand. “Has… anyone taught you how to do any of this?”
“Disposing of bodies? Yeah. Though I’d rather leave that to Frank and you if I can. Like with everything, there’s the fun part, and then there’s the tedious clean-up.”
“Do you think I really could prospect for your club, or were you just lying to get on my good side?” Dex asked, looking uncharacteristically serious as he pulled out the pacemaker.
Hammer swallowed when the device was discarded onto the floor and briefly wished for a world where it didn’t matter whether he fucked men or women. But it did, and he wasn’t about to make his social life any harder than it already was. “I was serious. You need to work on discipline and your quick mouth, but you have potential.”
“Will being gay be a problem? I can’t exactly hide that now or stop.” Dex swapped the knife for the cleaver again, and Hammer had to admit that while Dex was incredibly chaotic, he wasn’t lazy.
“Well, that would be up to the guys, but they aren’t… extremely homophobic. They might make dumb jokes, but I’m sure they wouldn’t bother you if you proved yourself,” Hammer said and offered him a small smile.
When Dex struggled with cutting the arm at the shoulder, Hammer grabbed the body for him to steady it.
The kid went on, “I just want to fit in, you know? You said the club gave your violence purpose, and I want that too. I might just go off the rails one day without it. I don’t like being told what to do, but I need it. Does that make sense?”
Hammer’s mouth dried when he thought of all the times he’d fucked up in his youth. First messing with his parents and other kids, then being a disappointment to the club. But over time, things had changed, and he was now a different person. Useful and confident in who he was. And if Dex really was like him, maybe he needed more rigidity in his life?
“I’ve been there. And yeah, you will need discipline to rein yourself in.”
“Will they kill me if I fail?” Dex asked in a quiet voice.
He seemed to do so well in social situations, to be outgoing and confident, but the more Hammer knew him, the better he could see that from the mismatched tats to the ease with which he’d killed three people today, Dex was an odd beast. He stood out, and not always because he wanted to. Hammer could relate to that more than he’d like to admit.
While Dex got in trouble for letting his mouth off the chain way too often, Hammer had problems because he spoke too little, and what he did say often ended up misconstrued.
He stood up and approached the butchering table. He might not want to fuck Dex, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy each other’s company in other ways. There had been times when he could have used some specialized backup. Why not get an apprentice? “If the club takes me back, I’ll offer to sponsor you.”
Dex dared a smile, and for once didn’t try to make a move on Hammer despite them standing so close together. That fact would have been disappointing if it wasn’t what Hammer had asked for. Why was he so frustrated then? Wasn’t it enough that he’d already marked the boy with cum and bruises once?
“Thanks. I think I’ll be able to make something of myself there. As long as no handsome biker stands in my way or messes with my head. Pretty sure sucking the wrong dick might just ruin my prospecting prospects.” There it was—the suggestive comment. Dex couldn’t help himself.
Hammer exhaled. “That’s one thing you don’t need to worry about.”
Chapter 12 – Dex
Dex had never had to deal with so many bodies in a way this time-consuming, and while he worked with Hammer, it was well past 3 a.m. when they finished the job. His arms were falling off (at least not into the meat grinder), and his ass and thighs were sore after the fuck of his life. His pride, on the other hand, wouldn’t let him admit how tired he was.
He couldn’t wait to shower after this mess.
Getting to know Hammer better made him more restless, because not only did Hammer fuck like a God of Lust, but he also seemed to understand Dex in ways no one else could. He’d never told anyone the things he’d admitted to Hammer tonight.
And yet he’d gotten shot down, as if he were a fun experiment. Being that for another man didn’t usually bother Dex, as he preferred to get his rocks off and leave, but he liked Hammer. Kinda admired him too, so being rejected felt as if Hammer was pulling out mid-sex and forbidding Dex from finishing himself off.