The Clubhouse Floated Away Novels & Stories

The Regional Reaper's clubhouse was a lively, vibrant venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded part of the clan’s territory, the building was designed to offer a private, exclusive space where members could unwind and have fun. And thanks to Godfather Marco's high end tastes, it was much different than any other MC clubhouse in the EU.

Lesley gave them permission to go, the duo held hands and went into the bush. _______Group A "Jack come in over." Callum press the push to talk button on the walkie talkie, calling out to Jack. "Go ahead." Jack voice is heard few seconds later. "Just checking, how long are we gonna be out here?" Callum pressed the push to talk button, taking a look at his group. "I've found something." Claire said out of the blue giving Hayley a scare. "What'd you find?" Ezra queried. "I think it's a bike track." She replied, bending on one knee to take a better look.

Athena's pov The students in the chemistry club were energized with excitement, their eyes sparkling and gleaming as they climbed aboard the long white bus heading to Valley Pelt for the annual chemistry competition. Luckily, the death of that abuser was swept under the carpet, and they blamed it on natural causes. He was buried immediately, and I felt a bit sympathetic for his poor wife, who was going to bear the brunt of widowhood and raising kids all by herself.

He gave in, ready to leave with me, when Mathilde showed up. "Wanna go fishing? I'll go with you," she offered. Excited, Sawyer blinked at me and left with the girl whom he barely knew. I called after him, but he ignored me. Worried for his safety, I followed. It started with a drizzle, and I said nothing, unwilling to spoil his fun. As the rain poured, I urged him to go home. But he was caught up in the moment, thrilled to make friends with Mathilde. Frustrated, I turned to leave when his scream came from behind me. He had slipped on the muddy bank and fallen into the pond.

Our comradery lasted only one moment before a sense of awkwardness seeped into us, though, and we both looked away again. Claire glanced between us in clear curiosity but didn’t say a word about it. Instead, she opened the door and gestured for us to go inside. The inside of the building was dark, with neon beer signs and the glow of one television in the corner casting the most light. The television was showing some kind of sports broadcast. A large man stood behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a rag. He was watching the television religiously, only glancing at us for a second before immediately dismissing us to look back to the television.

he said, eyeing me suspiciously, “you can ride with me.” I tried to hide my disappointment as I climbed into Jake’s truck instead. The ride to the clubhouse was quiet, with Jake focused on the road and me lost in my thoughts. When we pulled up, I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The clubhouse was a large converted warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was already bustling with activity when we arrived. Men in leather vests milled around, some working on bikes in the garage, others lounging on couches inside. Despite the early hour, there were already a few men nursing beers and playing pool. A few glanced our way as we entered, their eyes lingering on me a bit longer than I wou

I didn’t know where I was going yet, but I knew that it was more than likely somewhere far enough away that I would need to take a plane. Throwing my bag in my car, I went to the clubhouse to see if the guys were there. The door wasn’t locked, so I went in without knocking. It didn’t take long to figure out that they left, and they didn’t leave empty-handed. Their rooms were a mess as if they rushed around to pack a bag.

It’s amazing how fast you can mobilize people when you promise to pay them $200,000. “My guys found something,” the captain of the dive boat said over Sebastian’s cell phone. “About 100 feet from the shore. Definitely a limo. We don’t want to bother it, though, because if it’s evidence in a crime…” “Fine,” Sebastian said. “How on earth did it get 100 feet from shore, though?” “It floated. Somebody must’ve sent it roaring off the dock, and it floated for a little bit while the air was escaping from the inside.”

The villa groaned, the concrete cracking behind them. They slid down the muddy embankment toward the dock. The black speedboat was idling at the end, the engine roaring. The driver was wearing a hood. "Get in!" a voice shouted over the engine. It wasn't Marcus. Leo and Silas jumped onto the boat, Adrian right behind them. The driver gunned the engine the moment they hit the deck. They shot away from the island just as the villa behind them imploded, collapsing into the sea in a cloud of dust and fire.

Damian said and they all walked towards the tunnel hastily. “Louis, you’re the most careful one here, don't loose it” Jordan said and they all ran through one tunnel not wanting to loose sight of each other. They ran out of the big building that was coming to the ground, they ran out of the woods and to the beach where they left their life boat but it wasn't there anymore. “Where did it go?” Damian said looking confused. “It drifted away because the Island is sinking” Jordan said panicking as he tries to think of what else they could do.