The girls have been gone all day long. I’ve spent my day with Fox while the kids were spread out around the clubhouse. Fox and I had Carson and Dylan since Playboy is still gone. It’s the only way Sam could get out since all of the ol’ ladies are out with Gwen today. I have no problem hanging out with the kids and neither does Fox. We love spending time with the littles any chance we get.
The only time I left was to grab dinner with my woman. The rest of the ol’ ladies went out to finish shopping and getting an outfit for Gwen. I took her to her favorite steakhouse on the outskirts of town. They brought her a cupcake with a candle in it. We all sang her happy birthday as she blushed as red as I’ve ever seen her before she blew it out. Gwen shared her small cupcake with me. Including smashing a small piece into my face. I laughed and I will get my payback on her when she’s least expecting it.
Now, we’re all heading out to meet our women at Phantom; the nightclub we own. We’ll stay out of the way and let them have their fun. However, if anything goes down, especially with Gwen, we’ll be there to make sure they have a good time without anyone fucking with them. No one is going to ruin my girl’s birthday today.
We all straddle our bikes and make our way toward the club. Once we get there, we park in the spots reserved for us. Rich and another Prospect, a newer one I’m not sure of his name, stand outside and watch over our bikes. That’s what they’ll do all night long. It’s just part of their job and I know Rich doesn’t mind doing it. He’s a good man and will make a welcome addition to our club. He’s still got a way to go though.
Walking around the front of the building, we always go in the front to ensure our presence is known among the men and women wanting to party, all of the women begin drooling and trying their best to get our attention. Considering I’m with Slim, Fox, Boy Scout, and a few other guys, they aren’t getting shit from us. Maybe once the single guys get in there and find their piece of strange for the night. However, the desperation is rolling off these women and it’s a massive turn off. None of us want that shit.
Connor, our bouncer, lets us in with a nod as everyone else tries to sneak in behind us. Our man is good and holds them all back as the bitching and whining begins. They want in our club something fierce. Women have tried to exchange sexual favors for entrance while the men attempt to use money to bribe our bouncers. It never works. In fact, those people usually get just a taste of what they’re missing out on before they’re banned permanently. We’re not trying to get in trouble because of a damn club that’s popular.
Phantom has two levels. The first level has a bar, several tables placed through the front of the room, a dance floor, and a booth for when we have a DJ here. The entire upstairs is for our VIP clients. It costs a ton of money to get a table up there. We have a separate bar, tables, a smaller dance floor, and a few rooms for clients to use when they can’t make it home with their woman or piece of the night. It’s not our business who does what as long as their money is good, and they don’t bring any trouble to our door.
Gwen and the ol’ ladies will be upstairs. There’s only one other group up there today, a bachelorette party. As long as those bitches don’t bring in any male strippers, I don’t give a fuck what happens. Unless there’s a problem, we’re forcing ourselves to remain on the first level of Phantom tonight. We don’t typically stay down here because it’s too crowded and we want to hang out and enjoy ourselves; not fight off all the desperate skanks.
Somehow laughter from upstairs reaches my ears as there’s a slight lull in the music blasting through the club. Looking up, I see Gwen standing up, her hair flowing down her back. I can’t see the outfit she’s wearing as she begins to walk away from the booth they were sitting in. At this point, I’m not sure if she’s going to dance or if she’s heading to the bar.
“Hey there, sexy,” a skank says, walking up and laying her hand on me. “Buy me a drink.”
“I don’t think so,” I growl out, pointedly looking down at her hand on my chest.
“Don’t be like that. I’ll make sure your night ends just how you want it to,” she purrs, jutting out her chest as I look over the top of her head.
Gwen is standing there with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
“Back. The. Fuck. Off,” Gwen growls out as she takes a few steps closer to me.
“Bitch, I saw him first,” the skank says, turning to look at my woman.
Little miss skank presses her ass against my cock and it doesn’t even stir. No, I’m hard as fuck for Gwen who looks stunning in a short, dark red dress that hugs every curve of her body. The front dips down low and shows off more of her tits than I’d like. Black heels cover her feet while her back is left bare to my gaze. Well, it would be if she weren’t wearing her rag. I can still see her back is bare through the side of the leather covering her.
“No, you really didn’t,” Gwen says, stepping in between the bitch and me. “He was buried in my pussy this morning and you were nowhere around. I also believe it’s his name on my back. Again, not yours. I suggest you back the fuck off my man, and the rest of the men in the club, before I beat your ass along with my friends.”
The skank turns around and slinks back into the shadows as Jennifer, Shy, Sam, Kim, and Sally for a semi-circle behind her. She knows she doesn’t stand a chance against the six of our women. Not many would when they all get their asses together.
Without saying a word, I bend at my hips and place my shoulder in her stomach. Gwen is over my shoulder as I stride from the club with my hand making sure no one can see her ass. Not a single fucker will be living if they check her ass out. It’s not long before we reach my bike and I place her on it in front of me. My girl wraps her body around mine as I place a helmet on her head and strap it on. Once she’s set, I start my bike and fire up the engine.
We make it back to the clubhouse in record time. As soon as I’m parked, I lift Gwen off the bike and carry her inside. The helmet is still on her head as she laughs her ass off. I’m definitely showing my caveman side right now. I don’t stop until we’re in our room so I can shut the world out and bury myself deep inside my woman. That’s how we spend the rest of our night; me buried balls deep in Gwen with her moaning my name over and over. I moan out her name more than once.
Chapter Seventeen
Gwen
EVER SINCE I got the first package from whatever asshole has decided to fuck with me, I’ve wanted to revert into the terrified, less than whole, untrusting girl I was when the club first found me. Neil, my father, and the rest of the assholes that beat, tortured, and tormented me will always have space in my mind because that’s all I knew for so long. However, I’m not their damn victim any longer. I refuse to let them put me back in that headspace ever again. I’m stronger than them and I’ll battle all of my demons.
Coming to Benton Falls showed me one thing; I have a family and people who have my back no matter what. The guys in the club are with Killer on a daily basis out searching for any clues about what’s going on and who’s after me. Each and every ol’ lady and female associated with the club, other than the house bunnies, are there for me to vent to and let out all of my fears and pain. They still don’t know everything I went through and that needs to change. So, while Killer is gone and the rest of the men are either with him or working, I’ve sent out a mass text to have the girls come see me at the club.