Gatcha Club Novels & Stories

73. Bounty Hunters ~ Delmundo Club Succubus was a mixture of a bar and a sanctuary. It was the only place that sold protection in the whole of Shack Town. Maximum security was guaranteed to anyone willing to pay and a lot of people needed protection. It paid well but it was also filled with unending violence, which is why there is an underground exclusive fight club inside. I got to the entrance and rapped on the iron doors. A small square opened and wary eyes peered at Frank, then me.

she was more than justified in going home. "WGC?" "Weird Girl Club? It's this thing, a sort of wallflower con club that started up some years ago. You wear this button," she gestured to a pin on her lanyard, "and it signals you're part of the club. The idea is, if you're somewhere by yourself, and you see another person wearing the pin, you can band together." "Nice. So it's an all-girl sort of thing?" "It started that way, but there are a lot of guys who wear the pin, too."

She hesitates. “Nothing will make me leave,” I assure her. She looks at me for a moment, then lets go. I swipe the screen. A message notification from Marcus. I open it. *You got an invite to the Diamond Club. Check your email. This is it, boss.* Something settles into place in my chest. Finally. The Diamond Club. Gerald’s inner circle. The place where the real business happens, away from charity galas and public appearances, where men like Gerald Cole make the decisions that built empires on other people’s bones.

I was still naked, covered in their cum and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure. Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile. “You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club always finds a way to reclaim what it wants. Victor has something special planned for you. A new game.” Damien pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-leaking pussy possessively. “Then we’ll play it on our terms,” he said coldly. Elias stepped forward, holding an ornate black invitation with a wax seal. “The Club is offering a temporary truce,” he explained. “A historical immersion event. They want you to participate in a multi-night

Maya's pov “You should come,” Benta whines as I close the locker, fixing my jacket. “Yeah, you came back and have been working nonstop, you need to have some fun,” Liv adds, swaying her hips. I chuckle pulling the bag to my shoulder. “Ugh, don't you even dare say no tomorrow we don't have work,” Benta interjects. I smile nodding. I need some fun. They all cheer. “We are going to the club,” Lisa hums.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

“Alright, hotshot. I dare you to follow me to the Vault.” Emma frowned. “What’s that?” He chuckled, shaking his head at her amusing question. “Well, it’s the hottest, legendary club in the city and no one gets in without a connection or a fake ID. Sneak in with me tonight, and I’ll never call you boring again.” “Club?” She asked, looking away, lost in thought. Jake sneered. “It’s known as the kind of place where rules go to die. You can call it dangerous but it’s also very exciting. You dare?”