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takinā€™ off and with that award shit we got back in January, itā€™s kicked us into high gear. Itā€™s crazy to think about. The money cominā€™ in is great, but ya gotta keep producinā€™ . . . constantly . . . then ya gotta wait for the money from the distributors. Once it started rollinā€™, we were golden. I got no complaints.ā€

Royal Bastards Video was gettinā€™ a full head of steam and I hoped FOCUS would get back to the City soon. Most of the shit could be taken care of from anywhere except the shootinā€™ part, and they didnā€™t really need us to do that. There had been somethinā€™ goinā€™ on in Florida and The Bishop asked FOCUS to help with some shit for Redhookā€™s kid, Colt. It was a no-brainer that heā€™d do it, if for no other reason than we needed to get Brooklyn sewn up for the Bastards and the old man wouldnā€™t just let it go without a price.

ā€œOh . . . Crucifix, some chick called for you a bunch of times.ā€ Froot Loops bounced over like he was doinā€™ some of our Five Points meth. He needed to reel it in before he got outta control. I knew all too well that you could get totally spun in a snap and it wasnā€™t an easy mistress to walk away from. If it hadnā€™t been for the Bastards I donā€™t know if I ever coulda. ā€œShe said she had your number, but kept callinā€™ here. Wouldnā€™t say what it was about.ā€

Snaps.

Why wonā€™t you leave me alone or be my olā€™ lady?

Take your pick, but fuckinā€™ pick already, for fuckā€™s sake.

They all knew about Gingersnap, but most had never seen her. She didnā€™t come to the Mounds when it was open. Iā€™d take her to the clubhouse when everyone else was busy, or sheā€™d pop up at the bar after closinā€™ time. The problem was, she always just popped up. Somethinā€™ would make her start thinkinā€™ about meā€”usā€”and sheā€™d start to feel guilty.

Sometimes it was for gettinā€™ off one too many times while thinkinā€™ of me fuckinā€™ her hard in the ass and practically rapinā€™ her. She loved it when I just fuckinā€™ took itā€”like that first time. Near rape made it okay for her to be guiltless and get what she wanted at the same time. It was sort of my fault for tryinā€™ to protect her the night I snuck into her bed. Playinā€™ that game was a surefire explosion for me. Weā€™d been doinā€™ it so long that it was woven all up in my fucked-up kink.

Kink.

Man, you are a straight up dom. You need to control that bitch for life.

Other times, it was just for thinkinā€™ about breakinā€™ her vows to spend her life with me. Even though cominā€™ to me for confession and penance seemed way the fuck offbase, it was what she did. I thought it was just a good excuse on her part. If I banged her and punished her while we were doinā€™ itā€”and then more when we were done because we did itā€”somehow shit was justified in her head. At the end of the day, it was all about her beinā€™ fucked up because she craves and loves me and canā€™t help the carnal desires that come with that need. Give into it. Youā€™ll feel better, trust me.

Fuck if I could understand why she didnā€™t just leave that fuckinā€™ habit behind and come and be my olā€™ lady. Itā€™s what she wanted. She was lucky I didnā€™t show up at mass one dayā€”put her over my shoulder, carry her out kickinā€™, and strap her to the back of my bike. That thoughtā€”or shit like itā€”had crossed my mind too many times over the years. Iā€™d even tried tyinā€™ her up to the St. Andrewā€™s Cross and not lettinā€™ her off the damn thing. It lasted a few hours and finally I gave in and told her to get out. She was all fucked up by us, but she wasnā€™t the only one. No one would ever believe a biker and a damned nun for Chrissakes. It sounds like the beginning of a joke. It was no laughinā€™ matter. That shit is painful and sometimes I just get full to my eyes with it.

Looks like Iā€™m not gettinā€™ her outta my head even without the fuckinā€™ outfit.

Is it a sign?

ā€œYeah . . . I know who it is. It can only be Gingersnap . . . ya know the one Iā€™m talkinā€™ about. Anyone else woulda come into the club or called my cell.ā€

Froot Loops was shiftinā€™ back and forth and started to laugh. ā€œMan, is that the fuckinā€™ nun chick? You are one sick bastard with that shit, brother. At least one of you is goinā€™ to Hell.ā€

I gave him the finger and realized I wasnā€™t gonna be gettinā€™ my dick sucked. My mood had gone from exhausted but happy to the Fiona Zone. My food was sittinā€™ at the corner of the bar and a bite of the slice would probably be all I had until the middle of the night when I couldnā€™t sleep ā€˜cause I was thinkinā€™ about her.

ā€œHey, Iā€™m toast . . . Candyā€™s in my office, so Iā€™m gonna go crash out in the champagne room for now. One of you guys do me a favor and raincheck her for me. I donā€™t even wanna walk up the stairs or deal with her. A lot on my mind and I need to sleep it off.ā€

Casket nudged my arm. ā€œThe nun? Donā€™t let it twist ya like last time. That bitch needs to pray or say the rosary or somethinā€™ instead of fuckinā€™ with you all the time. She leaves you with an open wound every time, and just when itā€™s startinā€™ to heal, she comes back and rips the scab off. Not

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