Chapter Eight

When I get back to the office the woman is fast asleep on the black leather couch. I sigh, I had plans for her tonight. Instead I head back into the main room of the clubhouse. I spot Mac, a club enforcer. He’s been with us since I took over five years ago. He came straight from the forces to the club, joining our other enforcer, Tank. 

He catches my eye and gives me the nod to join him and Red, a club girl that started hanging around recently. He has her on her back on the pool table whilst he pushes his fingers inside of her wet pussy. As I approach, he pulls her to stand, “Meet the Pres,” he grins. Although I’ve seen her around, I haven’t spoken to her and she hasn’t been officially introduced. She smiles shyly, her long red hair falling over her small tits. “You’d better get on those knees lady and greet him properly,” he says, pressing down on her shoulders until she’s kneeling in front of me. 

Red reaches for the button on my jeans. She makes quick work of unfastening it and freeing my already semi hard cock. I watch as Mac crouches behind her, sheathing his hard cock in a condom and pressing it against her entrance. My head falls back as she takes me in her warm mouth, my cock pressing against her tonsils. 

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The following morning, I wake suddenly, my head pounding from too much whiskey and the bright sun shining through the window. Under my arm is Red and to the other side of her is Mac. I groan as my stomach rolls in protest of too much alcohol and not enough food. 

Red stirs when I move my arm and then she turns and snuggles against Mac. He groans and begins to move against her, his cock getting hard, Christ the man is a machine. 

I stretch and then sit up, waiting for the spinning to stop. I have vague memories of drinking shots between fucking. I look back at Mac who is already pushing inside of Red’s waiting pussy. I shake my head and stand, making my way to the bathroom on unsteady feet.

I shower and by the time I get back into my room, Mac and Red have left. I pull the sheets from the bed and chuck them in the laundry basket. Our newest prospect will take care of laundry, we start them at the bottom, and they work their way up.

Lunch time rolls around fast. I’m in the club office going over the books for the garage when Tatts drops by. 

“Pres, need a word,” he says. I indicate for him to come in. “So, word is that The Loyal Brothers are back on our turf again. I spoke to Cal this morning and he said he turfed two of them out his bar last night. He caught them offering drugs to girls as they went into the bathroom.”

I put my head in my hands, It’s the last thing we need. “Let’s call church, get everyone together, now,” I order. 

Half twelve on a Sunday is not the best time to call church and the guys all let me know by mumbling their complaints as they sit around the large table. 

“Hey, I’m not pleased either, but I wouldn’t call you all in unless I needed to talk to you,” I snap. 

As everyone begins to quieten down, I let Ryker fill everyone in about The Loyals turning up at Fusion and then getting caught dealing in a neighbouring bar. 

“That makes sense,” says Crow, “I did the books yesterday and we aren’t pulling in the cash we usually do.”

“It can’t be coincidence that they appear on our turf and our money drops. They must be pushing a lot. I’m not sure why they want us to know though, they aren’t trying to hide it which makes me think there’s a bigger picture, something we’re missing,” I say.

“We could ask for a meet?” suggests Creep.

I nod, “We could try, but I doubt Jager would entertain us.” 

Jager, their president, causes trouble where ever he goes. He isn’t interested in making peace with anyone, especially not rival clubs. Luckily, we’re a bigger, stronger club and I have no problem taking him out if it comes to it. 

I ask Crow to get the books so we can see the figures. If the guys see that it’s hitting their pockets, they’ll be more inclined to sort this shit out soon.

“We need to make our presence felt around the community, get out more, ride around town and park up near the town centre. Let’s hang out where we can be seen,” I suggest once we see that figures have declined rapidly. “All those in favour of a meet say I,” I add. This is followed by fifteen I’s, so I ask Ryker to set a meet up and then head back to my office to drink away this bad head.

I hear a distant noise somewhere and sit up quickly, realising I’ve been sleeping at my desk. The banging comes again, and I realise there is someone knocking on the office door. “Come in,” I croak.

Ryker enters, pulling the chick from last night behind him, “Pres, Harlow has something to tell you,” he says.

“Sophia is missing,” she says quietly, looking nervous.

“Who?” I ask, my sleep still fogging my brain.

“Sophia. Yah know the girl whose boyfriend you killed last night,” says Ryker, clearly irritated by my slowness.

“What’s that got to do with me?” I ask.

“What if she’s gone to the police?” snaps Ryker.

“She couldn’t have, Tanks tailing her.”

Ryker looks slightly happier at this news and visibly relaxes. “I’ll call him.”

I watch as he dials Tank, “Hey man, just checking in. Are you tailing Sophia?” He pauses letting Tank answer and then glares at me, “Right okay, see you back here shortly.” He disconnects. “Apparently he’s been trying to call you. Your little bombshell went AWOL this afternoon. He eventually found her drunk arse in some bar that the Loyal’s frequent. We’d better pray she hasn’t opened her mouth in there.”

I groan. “He’s bringing her here?” I ask. 

Ryker nods and my cock twitches, I’ve been craving her since last night.