Jayden (Aces MC Series Book 4.5) by Aimee-Louise Foster Page B

or that you're asking
me to stick my finger up a dogs arse." Justice sniggered to the roar of
laughter from the group.
"Trust me, lift her hind legs and insert your finger."
Through the commotion, I saw Justice screw his face as he slowly lifted its
hind legs and looked in the region of the dogs arse. "I've fucked some
dogs in my time but this takes the piss!"
    "Move out the fucking
way." Before I knew what was going on Recon stomped over to the group
pushing people out of the way. "Cover your face Jay." I looked
towards Recon's hand and saw the glock briefly before he lifted it to the dogs head
and pulled the trigger.
    The noise echoed around the yard
as the guys all stood in a state of shock. I immediately wiped the shit from my
face as I didn't have time to cover it before he pulled the trigger. I was also
struggling to hear as the close proximity of the gun being fired sent a ringing
in my ears.
    "You fucking prick!"
Duke still had hold of Lyric, and there was no way that he'd be able to free
himself unless Duke wanted him to but he tried by twisting and turning, trying
to get to Recon.
He stood tall and slid his glock into his back pocket, "Tell me something
I don't already know." Recon kept his cool and slowly walked over to
Lyric, "If Tommy or Devon were running around this yard, it could've been
them rather than old peg leg there. This is your fucking mess, now clear it
up." Recon pointed to the dead dog on the ground and turned on his heels
walking slowly towards the clubhouse.
"You'll pay for this you son of a bitch," Lyric shouted after him.
Duke loosened his grip and Lyric broke free and collapsed at his dog's side. Out
of the corner of my eye, I noticed Recon turn back around probably wanting to
have another go but Duke stuck out his arm to halt him.
"Duke brought me here as the Sergeant at Arms which makes me the enforcer.
Now if that were a crazy bloke attacking one of our guys I wouldn't have had to
shoot him because you would've done it before I arrived. It's no difference
that it's a fucking dog, it's just a godsend that Nemo here, has a lucky
fin."
The guy's roared with laughter as CJ helped me to my feet. I continued to wipe
the dog off my face the best I could but I was only making it worse. I breathed
in the smell and it immediately made me feel sick, I doubled over and heaved,
vomiting onto the ground. The retching eventually hurt my throat and I couldn't
bring any more up but it was all that I could smell. I pulled my t-shirt up
over my head trying not to wipe anymore onto my skin and threw it to the
ground. My tracksuit bottoms were flapping around in the wind around my prosthetic
leg, visible for everyone to see where the dog had ripped them apart so I had
nothing to hide. I simply pulled at the waistband of my joggers and brought
them over my thighs, as I went to step out of them CJ came to my aid but I
shooed him away, as I was more than capable of undressing myself although it
was a little difficult. I stood in my boxers feeling the wind swirl around me
as the guys couldn't help but stare.
    "So when did that
happen?" Justice asked stepping closer before he bent down in front of me
to observe my leg a little closer.
"A couple of months now, I've been in rehab getting used to this fucking
thing." I lifted my leg forward and Justice caught it to examine the limb
further.
"Can we stop looking at him like he's in a fucking freak show?" CJ
bellowed as he handed me his sweatshirt so I could cover myself over at least.
I turned to CJ, "I'm fine mate, honestly." I pulled the sweatshirt
over my head and adjusted it, it swamped me but I was pleased to not be so
exposed.
"He's my fucking godson CJ, give it a rest." Justice stood and
stepped back to stand with Duke.
"I take it this is the reason you're back and that your dad doesn't
know?" Duke folded his arms across his chest and looked at me expectantly.
I nodded my head, "Yeah but I wanted to tell everyone when I was ready not
in these circumstances."
"Well