I need Sin and his band of merry misfits to trust that I’m here to write the storytheywant.
Not the one my superiors expect from me.
Sin directs me toward the club bar, where three women stand behind it. One is cleaning, one is restocking the alcohol shelf, and the other simply leans on the bar, smiling at me as we approach.
“This your new project, Pres?” the one leaning on the bar like she owns it asks. Her almost masculine appearance surprises me. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still stunningly gorgeous, but her blonde hair is short with a slight wave on top. Her black eyeliner is thick, though she wears little other makeup. Her shirt is only buttoned by the bottom button, leaving her bra completely on show, and her leather jacket is covered in silver studs. I can’t even count the number of chains she has dangling around her neck.
I have no clue what her style is, but it’s a whole vibe.
Sin smirks at me, then glances back at her. “Elizabeth, this is Ro… she’s our head club girl and a little insane, so be careful of her.”
I raise my brow as Ro snorts out a laugh. “Whatever. I’m as delicate as a flower. Don’t believe a word he says, Lizzie. You stick with us club girls, we’ll steer you in the right direction. Won’t we, girls?” Ro grins, then winks.
The girl restocking the alcohol turns to face me, trying to hold in her laugh while waving a bottle of Jack Daniels through the air. “Baby girl, don’t get sucked into Ro’s web. She’s already mentally undressing you. People are worried about these bikers, but honey, you gotta watch out for Madam Ro here. She’ll hit on a man, a woman, hell… I wouldn’t put it past her to fuck that broom handle over there if the mood struck her.”
Sin tries to fight back his chuckle as Ro rolls her eyes. “Gia, you’re just jealous because I didn’t hit on you when I first saw you. Lizzie, though, girl, you are fire! Can I get you a drink?” Ro waggles her brows at me.
Letting out a small laugh, I shake my head. “Ahh… no drink, but thanks for the compliment.I think.”
Ro giggles, waving her hand through the air. “You’re welcome, and I’m here any time… if you should change your mind.” She winks at me again, but this time, Sin places his hands on my shoulders.
“All right, Ro, ease up on the flirting, will ya?” Sin snaps, a harshness in his tone.
Ro raises her brow, a slow smirk crossing her lips. “I hear you loud and clear, Pres… she’sallllyours.” Ro chuckles and turns to face Gia, helping her stock the shelves before Sin leads me toward the kitchen next to the bar.
With my head still reeling from that crazy interaction, I glance up at him. “So, club girls?” I ask, not really knowing what to expect as an answer.
Sin exhales, dipping his head. “The short of it is they come to work for us, generally in exchange for maintaining the clubhouse.”
I stop walking and turn to face him, a serious expression crossing my face. “Maintaining the clubhouse? Details, please.”
Sin exhales, leaning back against the kitchen wall. “Well, as you saw, they help run the bar. Prospects will sometimes assist with that too. The club girls will also help with food prep and cleaning, maintaining the general husbandry of the clubhou—”
“Husbandry? You’re just gonna run withthat?” I snap.
Sin cranes his neck to the side, knowing exactly what I’m asking. “Okay, yeah. I know what you’re inferring, and yes, the role of a club girl is to beavailableif a brother is wanting…”
He hesitates, so I glare at him, urging him to continue.
“If a brother is wanting…satisfaction. But, we never, and I irrefutably meannever,make the club girls do anything they don’t give one hundred percent consent to.” His eyes meet mine with complete seriousness, and I know instantly he’s telling me the truth.
Letting out a long breath, I simply nod. “All right, but what do they get out of being here? Are they adrenaline junkies, or do they just love bad boys? What’s the thrill of doing all this?” I ask, truly wanting to know, because there is no reason in my mind that would make me want to give up my body for a group of men and have to cook, clean, and take care of them.
To me, this shit is fucking absurd.
Sin shakes his head, a look of frustration crossing his features. “You disappoint me, Elizabeth.”
Jerking my head back, I snort out a laugh. “Ha!Me? Disappointyou?What the hell didIdo?”
“You’re judgmental,” he replies swiftly.
Scowling, I fold my arms across my chest defensively. “I am not!”
Sin lets out a mocking laugh, moving closer, my breath instantly hitching with the proximity. His stunning eyes meet mine again as he stares directly into my soul. “Yes…you are,” he teases, a smirk crossing his face.
Scoffing, I shove at his chest, trying to push him away. He catches my wrists and pulls me against him. I gasp at his sheer strength as he spins us, pinning me to the wall. My heart races as he lifts my hands above my head, pressing my wrists to the sheetrock. His body pushes firmly against mine, his eyes staring into the depths of my soul. Our breathing quickens, frantic, while adrenaline surges through my body. He leans in, his lips inching toward mine. My knees begin to tremble, not knowing what to do at the moment.
Do I fight him off?
