“Oh my god, is there a shed where they torture people out there?”
“Why?” Chaos’ deep timbre sounded from behind her. How the hell did he get over here so fast? “You want to try it out?”
Frankie shuddered, before she turned around to face him. He had a cheeky grin on his face, one I knew would get any woman he had his eye on in trouble. “Uh…no.”
“Relax, peaches,” Chaos said, chuckling. “You haven’t done near enough damage to end up in there.”
“Peaches?” she spat back.
“Sure, those round peaches you got back there are juicy as fuck,” he replied. I had to stifle my chuckle as Frankie gasped in shock, before she moved away from him. He laughed before he grabbed a coke from behind the bar and headed back over to his mates. Frankie was horrified, but not in the way I’d expect. She was smiling a little, almost like she wanted the attention from him.
“No,” I said to her. “You are not to get involved with bikers, Frankie.”
“Oh please, as if I would.”
Rolling my eyes, I got back to work, trying to avoid the gaze of Reaper who was keeping an eye on me from the corner of the room where he sat with Mav, Shadow and the one they call Pope. It did things to my tummy when I realised he was looking at me like this, like he wanted to clear the clubhouse out and take me against the wall.
Was I reading too much into it? I never saw him with the club girls–aside from Tee that night–and yet, he kept his eyes on me.
Watching.
I wished it was him taking us out tonight, but I understood he couldn’t do that. A girl could hope, though. There was just something about Wyatt Jameson that I wanted for my own.
Chaos and Beast waited by the door with Tiago and Frankie when I was finally ready. I’d gotten out of my work clothes and dressed in a tight leather skirt, fishnet stockings and knee high boots. The top I had on only just reached my skirt, but was free flowing and didn’t constrict my movement. I could feel the cool air float up underneath it with every movement.
“Damn,” I heard someone say as I passed them. Turning, I smiled at one of the prospects–who’s name escaped me right now–who was taking me in from top to bottom. “You sure you don’t need someone else to watch over you ladies tonight?”
Chuckling, I walked past him and toward the party waiting for me. Turning back, I saw Reaper at the doorway to Chapel, looking very much annoyed. There was a tension in his expression, and the way his mouth was moving, I could tell he was grinding his teeth.
Before I could ask him anything, he was pulled back into the room by Maverick, and Frankie was grabbing my hand and pulling me away.
Chaos drove us in a car, the three of us crammed in the back, while Beast and Chaos sat up front. Tiago had brought a flask into the car with us and we were all sipping on the disgusting vodka he’d poured into it, but I was a girl on a limited income. I needed to get drunk prior to entering the establishment.
Once we arrived, Frankie and I headed down the long ass line to wait to get in. Usually, we flashed our tits to get in fast but I didn’t think she’d want to do that in front of the bikers and Tiago. He’d probably have a fit.
“What are you doing?” Beast asked me, his scarred brow raising slightly. He was so intimidating with his facial tattoos and scars, but I’d never really had to talk to him before. Up close, he was even more intimidating.
“Uh…lining up. Can’t you see the long ass line?”
“Shackled Sons don’t line up.”
He took my hand and led me, followed by Chaos, Tiago and Frankie up to the door. The bright red neon sign flashing overhead read, Chainbreakers. I knew this place. Trey had taken me here once before.
“Is this place one of the Shackled Sons’ places?” I yelled, so I could be heard over the music.
Chaos nodded. “This is the nightclub one. We have one over in Windsor that is strictly a bar. What you want to drink?”
“Vodka.”
“Straight?”
“Ew, no. Vodka Cranberry.”
“I’m not ordering a bitch drink, Ro. Give me a real order.”
Chuckling, I pointed to the bottle of Jim Beam on the wall and he winked before he went over to get them. Frankie had grabbed a booth seat and was beckoning me over. Tiago was eager to get on the dancefloor, but Beast looked ready to find a hookup and be done with the night already. He always had a scowl on his face, like he was permanently grumpy. I’d almost fallen off my seat when Cammie had told me he had an identical twin brother in the club. They may be identical by genetics, but they didn’t dress the same and Beast had the scars and tattoos on his face, so it was easy to tell them apart.
Chaos joined me and led me over to the booth with a tray of drinks. We all cheersed and Frankie grabbed me and Tiago and we headed out onto the dancefloor. Dancing to music I didn’t recognise, mainly because I preferred my music a little with some more drum and guitar riff solos, but I could find the beat and get down. Dancing always made me feel better. I was freer as I danced to the beat, it was the only thing that mattered.
