Page 4 of Iona's Christmas

“Think again. Lindy has every right, as does Iona and Rosalea. I’ve seen how you interact with them. Iona is Warden’s old lady, and Rosalea a Princess. You’ve got too big for your boots,” Vogue snapped.

“I’m important to the club!” Lolita exclaimed.

“Lie,” Soul intoned, and I hid a smile.

Lolita sent him an annoyed glare.

“This is your last warning. All of you. Disrespect an old lady, member or family member again, any of you, and you are gone. There’ll be no further warnings, and I do not give a fuck whose dick you’re sucking. Your sluts, and if you ain’t screwing one of us, then you earn your keep.

“You get food, money, an allowance and a roof over your head. Don’t get that for fucking a brother. You’ve gotten lazy, and the clubhouse is looking untidy. Not anymore. Earn your keep and not just on your back,” Warden snapped and led me away.

“Where those three men's new prospects?” I asked.

Warden snorted.

“No, they’re the male club sluts for the sisters,” Warden answered, and I stopped dead and stared at him in surprise.

“What?” I exclaimed.

“Vogue, Dynamo, and Dare have needs too. Levi, Rowan and Riley are their whores,” Warden explained.

“Wow,” I gasped, really surprised.

“What?” Warden sought, looking annoyed.

“That is progressive for you,” I replied, and Warden began to laugh.

“That’s what’s surprising you?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. There’s a lot of testosterone and big dick swinging in the club. I’m a little stunned you have male sluts for the sisters,” I said.

Warden laughed even harder. Several of the family looked over with curiosity and surprise on their faces.

“Iona’s shocked we have men whores for the women,” he explained, and the brothers also chuckled.

“Do you share them? Like the men do those bitches?” I asked Vogue. This was damn interesting to me.

“We could do, but we seem to have settled on a guy each. To be honest, I don’t want a man dipping his cock inside me that has been in Dynamo,” Vogue answered with a slight smile.

“Wow,” I replied.

“They are not our boyfriends. They’re here to service us, and that’s all. Get treated the same as those bitches,” Vogue carried on, explaining.

“Do they share a building with them?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.

“No, they have their own house on the compound. If they are caught fucking those whores, they’re gone. I won’t have a dick inside me that’s been in one of them,” Vogue replied.

I noticed Rook wincing and wondered why.

“Warden! I’ve just had a vision: Cécile is coming with Etienne. Something is wrong, and I can feel terror emanating from her,” Oracle murmured, approaching us. “Cécile is fleeing someone.”

“When?” Warden asked, running his hands through his hair.

“Soon. I can almost taste her fear. Etienne is frightened too,” Oracle explained.

“Anything else?” Warden demanded.

“No, that’s it, and it was just a flash. But I got the sense of family,” Oracle mused. “Ours.”