Novel & Cerita The Clubhouse Floated Away

THE CLUBHOUSE The Iron Wolves' clubhouse was a converted steel mill at the edge of the city. It was surrounded by a chain-link fence topped with razor wire. Dozens of heavy bikes were parked outside Harleys, Indians, and custom choppers. Bonfires burned in oil drums. Loud rock music thumped against the metal walls. We pulled the Board SUV right up to the gate. Two prospects young recruits hoping to earn a patch stepped out, holding baseball bats. "Turn around, suit!" one of them yelled. "Private party!"

my mom muttered to herself happily as I walked out. I was just walking into the store when my phone rang. It was Chris. "Dude, come over. Spring Break is burning away, and we need to get the clubhouse in shape!" The clubhouse was a pre-fab shed in Chris's back yard which provided his only refuge in a house with three much younger sisters.

One week before the wedding, everything went wrong. The venue called. Pipe burst. Water damage. They couldn't host the wedding. "It's a sign," Valentina said, staring at her phone. "It's a plumbing problem," Duke corrected. "We'll find another venue." But every place was booked. Short notice weddings were impossible. Axel solved it. "The new clubhouse. We just finished rebuilding. It's not fancy, but it's ours." Duke looked at Valentina. "What do you think?"

Mergann had been located in a luxurious private clubhouse called Paradiso. It was the sort of place where everyone, from the guests to the security, were good-looking and elite. When Logan arrived, the clubhouse's business was in full swing. Logan ignored all the glitz and the glam; he had business to attend to. He went up to the 7th floor.

I called out, “how about this? You stay for half an hour, mingle with the pack and everything then go to rest.” She sighed, nodding reluctantly. I relaxed, before leading her out. The celebration was held in the open woods, between the border of the packs. I hadn't expected it to be as grand but it was. Decorations and lights illuminated the place in the night vibrantly. I was led to my seat along with Renee. My mother and Alpha Addams were the only people there. I understood my father's absence, but the extra seat confused me. “Felicity isn't here?” my mother asked, “She isn't joining the celebrations today. You know how she is.” Alpha Addams said, smiling my way after greeting me.

The sheer force of his grief shattered every glass object in the funeral hall. Above it all, I floated, weightless in the glow of the moonlight. I looked down at my fading form. My once-solid claws had nearly disappeared. By the laws of our kind, those who died betrayed by their mates would never ascend to the Moon Goddess. Instead, they would become nothing but scattered dust in the moonlight. Forever trapped where they had perished. On the ground below, Sophia had collapsed, trembling violently. And the pack? They bared their fangs at her.

And I would be right here waiting. Time blurred after Luca and Hovak left for Joplin. One moment I was sitting at the dining table with Declan, trying to force down a few bites of Mama Red’s stew…and the next, the clubhouse doors burst open. Voices. Boots. The rumble of wheels. They were here.

“What has happened?’ asked her brother who had obviously missed the showdown. Claude was beside them like a bull, his head and shoulders thrust forward. “So help me but I really want to wring that kid’s neck!’ he snarled. Philippe, who had moved a little away from Ria, dropped his hand and said, placing his hands on his hips, speaking slowly, calmly, ’The Boss and…they have gone to the new Club.’ * Proserpina I had never visited the place where his new Club, the one in the countryside, was coming up although I had been to the one closer to town, the third one which would be completed a few months after the inauguration of this.

The wind whipped through her hair as she clung to me, her grip tight, but her mind clearly elsewhere. When we finally pulled up to the clubhouse, the prez stormed out, anger clearly written across his face. "Where the fuck have you two been? Do you know how long I've been calling you?" I dismounted and faced him. "We needed to clear our heads," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. "Clear your heads?" he snapped. "We've got a situation here, and you decide to take a fucking joyride?" "Nick, it's not like that," Vick interjected, stepping forward. "We were just—"