“So, you’re the cunt leading all our boys around by their dicks?” I hear a gruff voice say, and my head turns sharply to see a guy of similar, if slightly smaller, build to Jax; basically huge and hulk-like, sitting next to Jax. I don’t miss Jax’s mum flinch at his crude words or Jax’s growl. “That’s me,” I smile sweetly at him. “You must be the pathetic excuse of a man who beats his wife and child to make up for his micro penis.”
