Excerpt:
The boys took off, adrenalin pumping. They roared past the El Alamein
Fountain and down to Woolloomooloo, past Harry’s Café de Wheels, Sydney’s
famous pie and peas caravan, then across the Cahill Expressway, over the
Harbour Bridge and down to the smiling face of Luna Park at Milson’s Point.
They mounted the footpath and parked on the grass under the bridge.
Brian thanked Winnie. ‘I was in a bit of trouble in there.’
‘How did it start?’
‘A couple of them footy hero loudmouths put shit on the girls and I told
them to shut up. They didn’t like it and got stuck into me.’
The girl Brian brought along for the ride brushed his hair off his
forehead and kissed his eye. He grabbed her hand and led her into the shadows.
The boys had the other slut undressed in the moonlight while Big Kev unbuckled
his belt.
‘After a fight, Winnie, there’s nothing like a good fuck.’
He dropped his jeans and slid them down around his ankles. The boys
whispered to each other about who’d be next. Ocker decided he was going last so
he could take her home for the night. While Brian had his turn, Winnie and Kev
sat in the park and sipped rum and watched the ferries and fishing boats
crisscrossing the harbour.
‘I think Brian’s in love,’ Big Kev sneered. ‘He’s had that sheila to
himself all night, the bastard.’
Kev was getting restless and Winnie yelled out, ‘Come on, Brian, it’s
time to get out of here.’
Brian brought the girl over. ‘Gina, meet Winnie and Kev.’
‘G’day, boys.’
‘G’day,’ they replied. They were pretty unimpressed that Brian had
attached himself so quickly to a slut from the Cross.
‘Okay, I’m going to give Gina a lift home.’
‘See you on Monday.’ Ocker was fucking the other girl on the grass in
the shadows and all they could see was his waving hand and the moonlight
bouncing off his bare arse.
Brian turned up about ten o’clock on Monday, a black eye but all smiles.
Winnie asked if he still had the slut from the other night and Brian’s face
darkened. He grabbed Winnie by the throat.
‘Don’t ever call her that again.’
The boys had never seen him flip out before. His eyes turned steely.
He’d obviously done his balls over the slut overnight.
Winnie grabbed Brian’s wrist, twisted it off his throat and said very
quietly and calmly, ‘Don’t ever touch me like that again.’ Big Kev and Ocker
watched silently.
‘What’s her name?’
‘Gina.’
‘Well, I’m sure you and Gina are going to be happy together.’ Winnie’s
voice turned dry and his eyes black.
BLURB:
Mimi had never been on a motorbike before she met Peter Winifred,
president of the Miners Motorcycle club. He is smitten the second they meet,
but she isn't so sure she wants the life of the Prez's girl.
These are saucy selected scenes that reveal the sexy underbelly of an
outlaw motorcycle club, taken from the bestselling true-to-life novel THE PREZ.
Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Biker-Bankers-Daughter-David-Spiteri-ebook/dp/B00KCEHGZ6/ref=twoen-20
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
David Spiteri was a founding member and President of one of
Australia's first biker gangs. He is 'semi-retired' from the club now. He saw
outlaw motorcycle clubs (OMCs) develop from loose affiliations of like-minded
riders to the well structured and well connected groups we see today, with
links to police, politicians and lawyers. David lives in Rosebank, Northern
NSW.
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