Semua Bab Jax - Saved by the Biker President: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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 busines

SofiaThe guy on the phone disconnects the call, and whispers something to the murderer. “Sweetie, we can’t call the police, do you know who these guys are?” whispers Harlow, stroking my hair. “But it’s the right thing to do,” I say, confused as to why my best friend wouldn’t be on my side with this. Granted I haven’t seen her a lot lately, but we have been friends for ten years and we moved here together to start a fresh. The decision to move from Manchester to London was mine, but Harlow had been just as up for a fresh start as me. Both of us had dead end jobs, parents that’s didn’t give two shits, and bad taste in men. We became friends back in school when my parents moved to the area. Now at the age of twenty-five, you’d think I’ve got it all sorted, but it’s still a mess. I have no job and no money, and now thanks to this meat head, I’ve lost the only cash source I had. There’sno way I can go back to Pete’s apartment without him, he has friends that live there that would see

I take a slow walk back to Pete’s apartment. And when I get there, I notice the lights are out, so I assume everyone is either out, or too smashed on coke to bother with lights. I quietly unlock the door and sneak inside. I can’t hear movement so maybe I am alone. The thought gives me hope as I make my way upstairs to the bedroom I shared with Pete. Once inside, I lock the door. Maybe that Jax guy was right, if I take some of Pete’s clothes it will look like we have both run off together. So I grab a large duffle bag from under the bed, and pack some of my clothes. I don’t have a lot, and what I do have is mainly from second hand stores. Pete wouldn’t let me dress in revealing clothes, he said it made me look cheap and desperate, so most of the collection consists of jeans and T-shirts. I pack some of Pete’s things too, and mess the rest of his clothes up, pulling them out on to the floor so it looks like we packed in a rush. I stand in the middle of the room and take a look a

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 f

I eye him for a second, “Well now you’re done, off you go.” I watch as he heads for the stairs, glancing back at me. Once he’s gone, I push Sophia’s door wider. “Was he bothering you?” I ask. She shakes her head. “I didn’t know you were the president,” she says quietly. “What did Tank want?” I ask, ignoring her comment. “Just what he said, to check in on me.” “Well you ain’t here to make fucking friends, V,” I snap. I don’t like the thought of her cosying up to my brother’s when she looks terrified of me. “I’ll be telling Tank and the rest of the guys to keep clear. You want anything you go through me.” She watches me through her dark lashes, “Why do you keep calling me V?” “Because you look like a little Virgin,” I sneer. I leave, closing her door hard. I pause, closing my eyes briefly in annoyance at my own behaviour. Why the fuck do I have to be such a dick? Sophia I stare at the door in shock. I don’t know why Jax seems to hate me so much, or why he’s got to be a compl