I looked him over. “How old are you, Brian?”
“Twenty-four, sir.”
“And you want to join the club?”
“Yes, sir.”
He wasn’t wearing a prospect cut. B wouldn’t make that decision without me. But hiring someone to run the bar had been a good idea.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why, sir?”
I nodded. “Why do you want to join the club?”
Brian looked down before letting his eyes travel over the room. The brothers were playing pool, flirting with the girls and having fun.
“I’m looking for a place to belong, sir.” He turned back and looked me in the eye. “I’m looking for a family.”
It was the best answer I’d ever heard. Because that was what I wanted too. I’d joined this club because my brother asked me to. He needed someone on the inside.
But now things were different.
I looked out over the room, carefully studying every brother who wore the cut. I nodded and smiled at Brian.
“Get me a beer, Prospect.”
Chapter Nineteen
Chasm
Over the last two days, we had taken on five prospects, and another woman. Jenna was in her late twenties, and she was fucking stalking me. Every time I turned around, she was up my ass.
Smiling, flirting, trying to entice me to fuck her. Being nice hadn’t worked. B had talked to her; Ambush had talked to her. If she didn’t get with the fucking program soon, she’d be out on her ass.
I walked out of my room and there she was again.
Fuck!
“Hey, Chasm, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked as she tried to press up against me. I took a step to the side, and she lost her balance, almost falling on her ass on the floor.
“You can get the fuck away from me.”
I moved down the hallway, her heels clicking on the wood behind me.
“But I’m here for you,” she persisted.
“You’re here to cook, clean, and fuck the brothers.”
“You’re one of the brothers,” she whined.
I stopped short and turned. “I’m the fucking president, and I don’t fuck whores.”
Her eyes went wide and filled with tears.Jesus Christ!I turned my back on her and left her in the hallway. I had tried everything else. I could only hope that worked.
Yesterday we moved the desk back into church. I wanted transparency when it came to the club. Trust was monumental when it came to my brothers. If I couldn’t trust them, then we were fucked.
That being said, anything I needed to keep from them was in my room upstairs. My room had become my sanctuary in less than twenty-four hours. It was the one place, other than church, the club whores weren’t allowed. If they were found breaking those rules, they were gone. No second chance.
