The Clubhouse Floated Away Novels & Stories

On the third day after returning she left for work on time and even brought some gifts for the people at the office. At lunchtime, the four founding members of the company ate lunch with Hilda in her office. She was lucky because she was sent food at lunch every day. They all enjoyed joining her for lunch. They gossiped while they ate. Sonnia had heard more gossip today and was sharing it with everyone else. "After the Jones' annual meeting ended, one family left the island on a boat. When the boat reached deeper waters, they apparently encountered a whirlpool or something. The boat sank and everyone on board died!"

Movement. Everyone turned instantly. A boat engine. Approaching. Fast. Far too fast for this hour. Damian moved toward the chapel entrance. Carefully. The others followed. Outside, the black waters of Makoko reflected scattered moonlight. Then they saw it. A speedboat. Cutting through the lagoon. Heading directly toward the chapel. No navigation lights. No markings. No attempt to conceal urgency. The boat slammed against a wooden docking platform nearby. One man jumped out. Then another.

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!"

“Is she going to be your new club whore or something?” He should have expected the slap across the face. It was hard, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. “You’re going to learn to have some respect, boy. I taught you better than that. No disrespect. Get the fuck out before I take my belt to you.” Leaving his father’s office, he didn’t even have to nod for Ian and Riley to follow. They made their way out of the clubhouse, around the back, and down to the creek. There was a small lake about a mile off the clubhouse. He opened the gate, closing it behind him. One of the club brothers had ended up drowning in the lake, so his father had no choice but to put a metal fence around a c

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.

“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—"

They fished their phone out to dial 911, but their device was soon snatched and destroyed by a brawny man before the call was made. "What are you…" They wanted to resist but were tamed by the bodyguard's fierceness. Then, the bodyguards dispersed the crowd. "Apologies to our guest. As there has been an accident, our club won't be operating for the rest of the night. "Please evacuate from the scene. The Finch Group will handle this matter. Let us remind you not to spread unnecessary rumors to the public!" Everyone knew the club was managed by Finch Group, which also made that a warning to them. The crowd knew their place and gradually dispersed, leaving Rose alone by Yvonne's side.

Chapter 94: The clubhouse Marcelo's POV I arrived at Monaco, a clubhouse where a partner insisted we meet. I was done with clubs a long time ago and had declined at first. But after a second thought, I figured the lively environment was a perfect choice to provide me the distraction I badly sort. I reached the entrance and showed my card to the men in black, and they step aside for me to enter. I was enveloped by the whirlwind of light and music, transporting me back memory lane.