13.
Randy's POV
Two months. It's been two fucking months since Angel's been gone and I have no clue where she is. What the fuck happened?! I've literally searched for this bitch and nothing she told me has popped up. Who the fuck is she?
When I get my hands back on her, she's definitely going to pay. It's been a while and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss that tight little throat wrapped around my dick. My God… sitting on her face and busting until she gags and tears up? Angel always has and always will belong to me, and when I find that little bitch, she's going to pay.
"There's my boy!" Cowboy Orton hollered across the room, and I smirked before walking over to my father.
"Hey Pop! Hell of a night, huh?" I asked as a prospect handed me a beer. I stared down at the kid we'd started calling "Shorty G" with a look of venom before he got the hint and cracked my beer open.
"S-s-sorry Randy," he stumbled as his eyes fell to my boots. I sniffed before eyeing him once again. Damn this kid looks like he's about to piss himself. He's no Viper.
"Anyways," I said, after taking a chug of the malt liquor. I looked at my father, completely ignoring the prospect. "The guys are all ready, Pop," I said knowingly.
"Yeah, Kid. It's time," he said, limping passed me. I sighed and followed him into the chapel and as I lingered behind my father, I thought about all the things that happened in the past 5 years. I smirked knowing that after tonight I'd finally get my answers.
"So as of this moment, the new President of the Vipers... is Randall Keith Orton," my dad said as he handed me his 'Prez' patch. I smiled down at it before clutching it in my hand. He handed me the gavel before turning me around.
He helped me pull my cut off to cut the 'Vice Prez' patch off.
"It's your choice son," my dad said before I took a good look around the table. In my head, I already made my choice, but for a second I wanted to dangle the treat in front of the mall.
"McIntyre, get your ass up here," I said, smiling as my best friend sent me a knowing look. He stood from the large round table and strutted around until we stood side by side.
"Mr. Vice President," I said handing him his patch.
"Why thank you," he responded before we did our signature handshake. Everyone at the table clapped before I turned to them, my Vipers.
"Now your only orders for tonight are you get drunk and get your dick wet," I said grabbing the gavel that sat in front of my father's- that sat in front of my seat.
I held back after church, remaining in my chair at the head of the table as the room emptied. After a few sips of my whiskey, I turned around and looked out at the 'playroom', the mini-nightclub in the clubhouse. Glancing over the dancefloor my focused turned to a pair of tanned legs. My eyes raked over her tight little body until my eyes scanned her face. I smirked as I recognized her as Eva something, one of the newer girls hanging around the clubhouse. After watching her for another minute or so, I finally joined the party. I grabbed a beer from the bar and was about to head outside for a smoke when someone spoke behind me.
"Hey," a voice yelled over the music. I turned around and the smirk I had before reappeared. I turned back to the bar, grabbing my beer and making a beeline straight for the door. Her arm on my bicep is what finally stopped me.
"You know for someone this hot, you sure are rude," Eva said as she grabbed my beer and took a sip.
"You trying to start something, little girl?" my voice growled.
"Maybe," she replied, smirking back at me.
A few minutes later, I sat back on my bed as I watched Eva unbuckling my jeans. She swiftly yanked them down along with my boxers as she sat before me on my knees.
"Suck it, bitch," I said, grabbing a handful of her hair. I leaned in and yanked her face closer to mine.
"And you better not stop until I cum."
I guided her up and down my shaft and before long, she set the perfect rhythm. I moaned and held her head down, fucking her face as images of Angel flashed in my mind. I felt Eva gagging as I thought about Angel's lips wrapped around me, expertly working my cock and balls.
"Fuck," I groaned as I held Eva's head still, shooting my seed into her mouth. I fucked her face a bit more as I rode out my orgasm with only one thing on my mind.
Getting Angel back and getting a decent fucking blowjob.
