Chapter Two

She rolls her eyes, “Sorry,” she huffs out like a petulant child. “No, I don’t know them.”

I nod, “Okay,”

She leaves and Ryker release a low whistle. “Fuck, she’s got me hot with that fineness she’s got going on, and that temper . . . shit.”

Tatts laughs. “She’s got an attitude to match that fine body trust me. She once punched a customer in the mouth for touching her backside when he hadn’t paid. She’s one of our highest earners. Stay, she’s on first.”

We head back out to the bar, taking a seat and ordering our drinks. “We need to start coming in more often,” grins Ryker, watching as the scantily clad girls wander around the place.

Within half an hour the club is filling up nicely. My pops ran the club for over ten years and his pops before that. When he passed the club to me five years ago due to ill health, I took the title of President seriously. I made a lot of changes, but two things stayed the same, this club and the garage. It’s how we clean our money up, but both businesses are great money earners.

“It’s all pussy, and we have plenty of that at the club,” I reply, referring to the club girls that hang around our clubhouse.

“New pussy is always welcomed, Pres. Lord knows there’s only so much of Candy and Bea I can take.”

The lights dim and a spotlight illuminates the stage area. A haunting music begins to play, and I’m mesmerised as Harlow saunters out onto the stage. A few cheers erupt as she takes to the pole in the centre of the stage. Tatts is right, she does look amazing up there and the evidence is obvious in my pants. 

Once she’s finished, I beckon her over and hand her a glass of whiskey. She takes it gratefully, downing half of it. She’s not embarrassed at standing in front of me naked and as my eyes trail her body, I realise I need to have her. Her perfect c cup tits look amazingand the piercing in her left nipple, glints under the bar light. I catch a glimpse of the hunger in Ryker’s eyes and sigh, “This is Ryker, my Vice President.” Harlow holds out her hand for him to shake and the smooth bastard takes it and kisses the back of it. I roll my eyes, he’s always had a way with the ladies, ever since we were kids and he realised that most women would swoon for his green eyes and dimpled cheeks. Once he hit puberty, he grew his hair out long and went for a manbun look, he works it well and the girls go crazy for that shit. I prefer to leave my shoulder length hair loose; the dirty blond mop is my pride and joy. It sets my ice blue eyes off perfectly. I’m never short of female company, so letting my VP take this one, isn’t a hardship. Besides, if she is working for the Loyals, I don’t want to make things too easy for them. I can monitor her through Ryker. It also means Ryker will blow it with his current girl, Mal. She’s a pain in the arse, and I’ve had enough of her causing drama in my club. I want her gone. 

I lean over the bar and get Jenna’s attention. A six-foot blond that I’ve bent over this bar far too many times, winks at me as she leans in close to hear what I have to say, “Can you snap a picture of Ryke as soon as he sticks his tongue down this bitches throat, and send it to Mal.” 

“Come on pres, I don’t want to get involved,” she complains.

I turn my head to capture her mouth with my own, licking along her bottom lip until she opens, inviting me in further. “It’s an order,” I whisper against her lips. 

“Are you staying around until later?” she asks, pulling back. I nod. I might as well get my dick sucked whilst I’m here. She grins and pulls out her mobile, ready to snap a photo of my best friend cheating on his girl.

It takes some of Ryker’s best chat up lines, and I’m almost feeling sorry for him, and then just as Harlow looks like she’s about to lean in for a kiss, a woman runs into the club looking frightened and upset. She makes a beeline for Harlow, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her away from Ryker.

I watch with interest as the woman speaks fast into Harlow’s ear, occasionally glancing in panic to the main entrance. When her frightened eyes finally fall on me, I catch my breath. The electric in her sad baby blues, almost matches my own. Her long brown hair is straggly and unkept, like she’s left someone’s bed in a rush, and I don’t like that idea. Before I can explore that more, a tall man enters the club, catching my attention. I haven’t seen him around here before and this place doesn’t look like it’s the setting he’dusually hang out in. I watch as he makes his way over to where Harlow and her friend are talking. Harlow spots him first and pulls the woman behind her. “Get out of here before I call for security,” she snaps. Her friend cowers, and I lean back against the bar, propping my elbows on it as I watch it unfold.