Page 2 of Defended by Bama (Royal Bastards MC: Mobile, Alabama #1)

Bama

“Where the fuck did all these people come from?” I asked as I walked into the clubhouse after a long ride back. I was tired as fuck, but Hammer wanted me to show my face for a while.

The place needed work, but we got lucky with a deal on an old casino that was in a small town on the coast just outside of Mobile.

A lot of the older casinos were taken out by Katrina, but the fact that this one withstood the storm was a good sign we wouldn’t be fucked if we were hit by a major hurricane.

Because it sat so long after the storm with only minor updates, the area around it was overgrown, making it a perfect place as our home base.

It was much smaller than any of the casinos that were frequented now and not near the fanfare for tourists anymore, so the guy didn’t put up too much of a fight.

Jameson, the National President out of NOLA, bailed the previous owner out of some shit, but the guy couldn’t pay up.

It was either sign it over, or go for a long boat ride.

It had been just over a year since I moved to Mobile to help get the club up and running with my old buddy, Ryan.

Jameson assigned him as the club president out here and he went by Hammer now.

We got set up real nice. Hammer had moved around a bit and met some of the RBMC after a run in with some punks, The Bloody Scorpions.

They were more like cockroaches: annoying, hard to kill, and multiplied fast. But when you let any bitch off the street with an attitude join you, you’d have numbers. That didn’t mean you were solid.

So far we hadn’t had issues with them here, but it was only a matter of time before they showed up.

Hammer and I had a few run-ins with them early on while we were building the ranks in other parts of the country.

We’d hit up some other chapters of the Bastards with Jameson, who had a hand in picking the officers for us.

There were a few parties at some ally clubs that had unwanted guests of the Scorpions, and we took care of them.

Jameson was impressed with my fighting skills and impulsive nature, so he thought I’d be a perfect Enforcer. Worked for me. I didn’t need to be in charge or next in line for it. But I did like having a purpose. Plus, now we had cops in our pocket. That made business a lot smoother.

I worried a lot about my sister, Allie, though.

She wouldn’t move with me. Part of me wondered if it had anything to do with Hammer, but they both insisted there was nothing ever between them.

But she certainly got weird as fuck around him and most people didn’t bother her.

There was another chapter out in Atlanta and an ally club out in West Georgia we were friendly with, so I had folks to call should she need anything.

That gave me a little peace of mind leaving her behind.

But now, I could make sure she was taken care of. She was still slingin’ but she didn’t have to. She was stubborn as a mule.

Looking around at the display of pussy and tits, I was glad she wasn’t there. We had some bunnies that lived on site. Some helped feed us, some kept up the place, and some licked, fucked, and sucked anyone on demand. It was their choice, and they enjoyed it.

Some of them got a little clingy from time to time, but for the most part, they loved having their holes filled by a few of the guys at the same time.

I was never one for sharing. Not at the same time, anyway.

I wanted all the focus on me if they were fucking me.

It wasn’t possessiveness, it was selfishness.

Rogers, our VP, crossed his arms across his barrel chest. “Prospects. Lettin’ ‘em have some fun before we put ‘em to the test.”

Assessing the room that used to be the casino floor but now was our hangout spot, I checked out what we had to work with.

Some of our existing members were there having their cock sucked as they drank a beer.

Froggy, our Road Captain, had a girl bent over one of the poker tables while a few guys watched.

His wavy light brown hair bounced with every thrust.

Butterbean walked up and leaned on my shoulder.

“Man, so good to be home.” Our Sergeant at Arms had been on a run with me.

We’d only gone a couple hours away, but business took longer than expected and we came back the same day.

“Think I’ll go get my dick wet, fellas.” He ran his hands through his jaw length brown hair.

“How was the run?” Rogers asked. He looked like Captain America, hence his road name. Take him out of his colors and you’d never know he was a Bastard by looking at him.

“Long. Longer than it should’ve taken. They tried to negotiate prices once we got there,” I told him.

A pretty girl with thick, dirty blonde hair, a bright smile, and adorable dimples came over.

“Hey, Bama. Need a drink?” Glenda wasn’t really one of the club whores, but she let me take a ride a few times.

She was short with the perfect amount of curves, big tits, and a round ass.

She had strong thighs, strong arms, and stamina that didn’t run out.

“That’d be great, hon.”

Once she walked away, her ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts, I shook her off and got back to business. “Don’t worry, we took care of the problem and negotiated a higher rate for the trouble.”

We’d sold plenty of guns to these assholes in Pensacola, but for some reason today they wanted to get greedy. They’d never fucked around before, but today they found out.

“Hmm. Surprised Benny tried it at all. But good work. I’ll let Hammer know. He’s indisposed ,” Rogers said. That meant he was enjoying some women in private. “You headed home?”

Glenda came back, flashing those dimples. She lifted the bottle of beer but when I reached for it, she jerked it back, and poured a little onto her chest. It ran between her huge tits.

Before I dove into her deep cleavage, I smiled at Rogers and said, “I think I’ll stick around for a while.”