“Exactly. Show her a good time, VP!” He chuckles as I walk away from him. Her eyes try to dance around mine, looking anywhere but at me. That doesn’t stop me from walking over. When I find something or someone that piques my interest, I check them out. I learn more about them, and that curvy body and plump lips have all my interest at the moment.
“How are you ladies doing?” I ask when I reach the bar. Her friend’s eyes light up as she looks me up and down.
“VP, huh? That’s like pretty high up isn’t it?” the girl asks. I nod my head and extend my hand to her knowing damn good and well that I’d rather be ripping the leather off the other girl.
“Leo. I’m the VP here,” I tell her watching as she slips her hand into mine.
“Trix. This is my friend, Toni,” she says pulling her hand away and nudging her friend. Finally, gorgeous brown eyes come to meet mine and the air is sucked from my lungs. She’s fucking beautiful and not in the club girl kind of way.
“Nice to meet you. You having a good time?” She smiles and damn does it take my breath away. I need to get my shit together. I don’t let women affect me the way she is. I don’t give them the chance.
“It’s pretty fun. Although none of these men have asked me to dance,” she says fluttering her lashes at me.
“Is that right? Clearly I need to have a chat with them.” She smiles at me and before I can overthink what I’m doing, I hold my hand out to her and help her off the bar stool.
“What’s this?”
“Since no one asked you to dance I feel like I owe you one. These guys aren’t being as hospitable as they should be.” She nods her head as I lead her out onto the dance floor. The music is pulsing through the speakers when I grab her hips in my hands. We start moving to the music and she slowly relaxes into me. I can smell her perfume, so light and subtle but it’s there.
The music changes as our bodies keep grinding against each other. I should stop this. I shouldn’t be entertaining any ideas this girl may have in her head. She isn’t one of us. She wouldn’t understand the way of our world and that thought alone should have me pulling away but it doesn’t. Instead, I jerk her body closer, lowering my head to her neck. Toni sucks in a breath feeling me this close to her and I think I like her reaction. A lot.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I ask her, running my tongue up her neck to her ear.
“Nothing,” she whispers huskily.
“Yo, VP! Need to talk to you.” Just like that the moment is broken and Grinder is standing behind me. I turn my head to look over at him pissed that he’s interrupting me.
“What?” I snap causing Toni to giggle a little. My hands are still resting on her hips at this point.
“I need to talk to you. It’s important,” he says. I blow out a breath and lean back into Toni and whisper, “I’ll see you later.” She nods her head and turns to head back to the bar where her friend is still sitting. I turn and face Grinder.
“Start talking before I beat your ass,” I growl. Grinder smirks before motioning for me to follow him. We move through the crowd and into the office where I close the door behind me.
“You know how we’ve been watching the new prospect, Jimmy?” I nod my head. “Mack was running some intel on him. Turns out he was part of another MC back out in Maryland.”
“He never said anything,” I tell him.
“No shit. From the looks of it they stripped his colors for him being a snitch. He was working with the local PD.” I don’t like the sounds of this. Why would he come here? What’s he after?
“That makes no sense. We have the local PD here. He isn’t gaining shit by trying that with us. Besides, we’re almost one hundred percent legit at this point.”
“I know. I just wanted you to be aware of that,” he says as I nod my head.
“That girl I was dancing with. You know anything about her?”
“Not much but I’m pretty sure she’s from the streets. At least Trix is. She’s been known around town for a while now,” he tells me.
“Anything off with those two?” I ask, needing more information on her. I want more.
“Not that I know of. Like I said, Trix is known on the streets but if that other girl is hanging with her that’s where she came from too. Trix keeps a tight inner circle of friends. She doesn’t stray far,” Grinder adds. I nod my head as I run my hand through my hair. This night isn’t going like I had planned.
Chapter Five
Antonia
“Did he really just walk away from me like that?” I grumble lowly to Trix. Unless it’s astronomical, he shouldn’t have left. Fuck! I had him right where I wanted him.
“He’s the VP, what do you expect? I mean, it must’ve been important for Grinder to pull him away like that.” Trix mutters, taking a sip of her drink.
I roll my eyes, “The only reason you’re jumping to his defense is because you want to know why Grinder has his name.”
“Ugh, don’t you go slut shaming me. I need some action, okay? I don’t want cobwebs growing down there.”
“You’re the most dramatic woman on the face of this planet,” I comment, grabbing my own drink I finish it, needing it to take the edge off.
“I’ll totally take that title, but I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing Grinder on my trips out here . . . so, you can chill. He’s really cute and I like what I’m seeing.”
“I thought we came here to do a job, not get fucked.” I mutter under my breath.
“Fine, then go do it.” Trix grumbles. She scoots off her barstool and walks into the crowd of people, already seeming to have a good time. I don’t know why she thought this was just for pleasure, but it’s not. There’s a lot riding on my success, so I can’t fuck it up. It will only give my dad more reason to not believe in me and think I’m a weakling. Like I need any more. He already thinks so little of me because I don’t have a dick.
Trix and I spend the next two hours or so avoiding each other. She’s throwing back drinks, having a grand time while I’ve just been drinking water and mingling with people. I had a little chat with that Grinder fella at the bar, ended up telling him I’m going to be Trix’s designated driver so she can kick back and relax a bit, explaining she just got out of a crappy relationship. He seemed to be really interested when I said that, but it gave me a personal hook like I wanted it to. Grinder ended up discussing some club stuff with me. Stuff I think my father would be interested to hear.
Trix is about two sheets to the wind, when I go link my arm around hers and say bye to Grinder. We walk down the block to her car and I drive back to the clubhouse. I help her upstairs before I go into the club, making sure she’s settled and has everything she needs. I put out some ginger ale, Pedialyte, Pepto, and some pain killers on the counter for her whenever she wakes up. Lord knows she’ll need them.
Reluctantly, I go down the stairwell that leads into the club and the second I’m through the door, my body is being pushed up against the wall. “Fuck, Ant! You startled the shit outta me. Thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow,” Bruiser, one of my father’s oldest members comments. He pulls his arms off me and looks me up and down. “Shit, if I was twenty years younger . . . mmm, women these days.”