“Like what?”
“That they are into a lot of illegal shit. The only strip club in town is owned by them, they have a massage parlour that, apparently, does happy endings, if you know what I mean.” My mouth drops open in shock.
“No way.”
“Way. Plus, I heard they deal in drugs, guns, and women.”
Well, they are bikers, so that doesn’t overly surprise me. “If it’s known the club does this stuff, why don’t the cops do anything about it?”
He shrugs. “Maybe they are in their pocket. Who knows? I just know they are untouchable.”
He walks away, letting me finish getting ready. Am I doing the right thing going out with this guy? I don’t know. But I do know that I feel drawn to him in a way I can’t describe. Like our souls are destined or some shit.
Or maybe it’s just my vagina talking and I’m being a loser right now. Tomas and I just broke up; I have time to have fun and explore now. Hangman seems like he wants a relationship with me, but do I want that? I don’t know.
But I guess I’ll have fun while test driving him. In more ways than one.
Chapter Fifteen
Hangman
Bypassing my house altogether, I head straight to Justine’s place, my Harley guiding my way. It’s already getting dark, which means winter will be here soon and I’ll be stuck driving a cage for months on end.
Getting off my bike, I go to the front door and prepare to knock but it’s opened before I get the chance. “Hey, Justine is just finishing up,” Tomas tells me. If they are broken up why’s this tool still living here? Weird as fuck situation to me.
“You’re still living here, huh?” I ask, breaking up our silence.
“Yeah, but not for much longer, I managed to convince the neighbours to move out and sell me their house.” I raise my brows at that news.
“Well, that’s cool, man, but isn’t it a little weird with Justine being your ex an’ all?” It’d be weird as fuck to me.
He shrugs. “We’re still best friends, that’s not gonna change. We should have split up years ago, but we were safe. Why change something that doesn’t need changing, ya know? But you changed that. Moving changed that really.”
I rub at my beard as I hear Justine coming down the hall. “You boys talking about me?” she smirks.
Fuck me, she’s stunning. Jeans never looked so good before. I can’t wait to peel them off her later. I have plans tonight, plans that don’t include a fancy-ass dinner or a make-out session. Hope this bitch knows what she’s getting herself into with me.
If not, she’s about to find out. She never should have agreed to go out with me, I’m old enough to be her father, so I ain’t playing around with silly, girly bullshit.
“You ready to go?” I ask gruffly.
Justine swallows then nods, her rainbow hair curling around her shoulders. We have plenty of time to get to know each other, but tonight, Justine needs a lesson about getting with a man like me.
“WHERE ARE WE EXACTLY?” Justine asks, climbing off my bike.
“My club.” I grunt, putting an arm around her, pulling her tightly to my body. Tonight is a show, one that will show everyone that she’s mine. Might not be able to mark her yet, but it will come.
Tonight, is for the club, especially after the shit with Gunner earlier. This way, everyone will know this bitch is mine, and only mine. Sharing isn’t unheard of in the club, hell most of the men share their old ladies, but this one, is mine.
I never shared Vicky when I had her either. But maybe that was my mistake, if I had just let Vicky into my life a little more than just keeping her at home and away from the club, maybe I’d still have her. But then again, I cheated on her more times than I care to admit and even let Megan, Rage’s ex-wife, put her hands on her. It was our way, when I brought Vicky back to town after finding her, the club took a vote, they all had a right to put their hands on Vicky if they wanted, but they voted no, except Megan. Megan wanted revenge for the shit Vicky put us all through when we were searching for her.
Things will be different this time around.
“Hey, Pres.” Voices ring out and I grunt, giving the room a chin lift. “Who’s the hot bitch?” Justine tenses beside me, and when I give her a reaffirming squeeze, she loosens up.
“Mine.” I growl to the jackass that just spouted off.
Gunner sees me and smirks when he notices Justine next to me. If the fuck doesn’t keep his eyes off what’s mine, he’s gonna get a bullet to the face.
I turn to Justine. “Strip.”
Her eyes go big, and she stares at me. “What?” she whispers out in shock.
“You heard me, strip.”
She swallows roughly and does as I say. I lead her over to our claiming table and point at what I want her to do. And she nods shakily.
“Tonight, you’re mine, and being mine, you do what I say, no questions asked.”
“Okay,” she whispers again.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her, tonight will be fun, after I claim her on this table, I’m taking her back to my room and taking my time with her.
Chapter Sixteen
Justine
“Do you trust me?” he repeats, and I look at him, nervous as fuck, but still, I nod. I don’t know why I trust him, but in this moment, I do. “Get up on the table and spread.” He’s taken my clothes and I feel exposed, the table has shackles for my wrists and ankles. He’s going to take me in front of his club, I realize. I don’t know how I feel about this, it’s not exactly out of my comfort zone, but usually, when I’m in positions like this, everyone else is naked and having sex, too.
This reminds me of the time I convinced Tomas to go to a sex club with me, and he did, after much convincing, but refused to partake. Even though it turned me on crazily. He was embarrassed and wanted to leave almost immediately. I could tell, but I wanted to stay, enjoy my surroundings. Once a couple started getting it on next to us, we left because I knew Tomas was at his breaking point.
Hangman moves around the table, cuffing me in place and slaps my pussy. I jerk up, struggling against the restraints.
“Tonight, brothers, your president is taking a woman. Claiming her as his. Any brother touches her he loses his life. That’s our most sacred vow as a family,” a man I haven’t met says to the room. His eyes are dark, so dark they are almost black. He has this weird vibe about him as if he’s battling something deep.
I notice a woman, bleach-blonde hair and fully naked, glaring at me. I wonder briefly what’s up with that shit since I don’t know the woman. I turn from her and focus on Hangman who is stroking his cock through his jeans.
How can he be comfortable doing that in a room full of people? Of mostly men. But I don’t question it because this is Hangman’s domain.
“You sharing this one brother, or she just yours?” the man asks him.
“Justine is mine. She’s not ready to be my old lady yet, but this is a show of power to the others. Gunner almost had her and I’m not letting that shit happen again,” Hangman growls out.