Chapter Twenty-Seven
It took me anothertwo days to get things planned, but we had a night arranged, and fifteen of the bikers had said they’d be there. By my calculations that gave me just enough to fulfil the terms of my agreement with Micro. At this point, I was so desperate to get this fucking prospect cut off my back that I’d do any kind of wheeling and dealing to make it happen. I’d been in limbo for too long, and I needed a home.
I’d given everyone the address of the club, but we rode as a group anyway, with me way at the back with two other prospects, and Micro and Harley were both up front, with their old ladies on their rides. I had no idea who was looking after Micro and Soph’s baby, but that wasn’t my business. Them getting a night out together with grown ups was probably something they needed though.
Every twist and turn, with Glory glued to me, her arms tight around my stomach, felt like I’d never ridden right until she joined me. There was definitely something special about having her with me, and I’d do pretty much anything to keep her.
She’d had two more nightmares since we saw those fuckers at that place, and we hadn’t done anything more than snuggle and kiss, but that was enough for me. I wasn’t about rushing her. She knew now that I’d give her the world.
The car park was fairly full, but because of who owned the club, there was a full row of motorcycle spots right up front. There were a few rides there, but I knew they weren’t a problem. No other clubs would be in this building with us.
“Harley, you wanna stop drooling over that beauty, and get inside?” Harley was staring at a beautiful ride, and his old lady was twisting her fingers together as she eyed the large building, and absorbed the booming music from within.
“How the fuck are we supposed to hang out and chat if it’s this loud?” Micro grumbled, and I grinned. He’d see. He’d fucking love it. Not least because this place only played good music, as evidenced by the epic tune blaring right now. It was so loud, it was easily recognisable by the beat.
“Someone’s old before his time,” Stag said, slapping Micro’s back as he headed for the door. I grabbed Glory’s hand and dragged her with me to get there first. If I stopped to look at her again, I was going to want to bend her over my ride and do things my club should never see me doing.
“Henley, nice to see you, brother. This is your crew?”
I shook the offered hand, slapping Damon the bouncer on his back.
“This is the Phoenix MC crew, yeah.” I couldn’t really call them my crew, could I? I was still wearing this fucking abomination of a cut.
“We’re his family,” Micro said, stepping up front to shake Damon’s hand, as the bouncer eyed the President patch and nodded respectfully.
“The area’s all set up for you guys. Go enjoy. G will be over to see you a bit later. I know he’s looking forward to meeting everyone.”
I grinned. They’d fucking love him, and he’d love them. This night was killing more than two birds with one stone, or at least I hoped so.
“Thanks, man. Catch you later.” He pulled open the heavy black door, and we stepped insideGrimm’s, the rock and metal club I loved to visit. Now, some of these patrons verged into full goth, but there was everything from them to us average guys, and the atmosphere was incredible.
Harley was staying by the door with his old lady, his hands cupping her face as he talked to her, and I hesitated, wondering if I’d fucked this all up.
V rested a hand on my shoulder and leaned close.
“She’ll be okay. She looked the place up before we came, so she knew it’d be loud, but she wanted to try.”
“What if she can’t handle it?” I yelled back, and she smiled.
“They’ll go home. Don’t worry about them. I want to see more of this place!”
Yeah. It was rocking in here alright, now onto a track by Audioslave, and the dancefloor was packed with bodies writhing together, while lights flashed and the entire building seemed to pulse with the music.
“THIS WAY!” I yelled as I moved ahead of the group, and headed for the VIP section. Right now they thought we’d have to yell over the music all night, but they were in for a fun surprise.
As we reached the area blocked by ropes and stanchions, the black-clad bouncer there high fived me.
“All set up for you, man.”
“Thanks, Josh. Let G know we’re here?”
He smirked. “Come on, man. He knows all.”
Yeah, ain’t that the truth. I stepped back to offer Micro the lead but he grinned, gesturing at me to go first. Probably thought he was being fed to snakes or something. Still, they were all casting curious gazes around the place, and Stag was probably eyeing up every pretty thing who crossed his line of sight, although hopefully he’d behave himself for once.
Upstairs, the music dimmed to a more manageable level, and everyone seemed to relax a touch. It wasn’t that it was too loud out there, but it was too oppressive to try and hang, while this VIP area, all black and crimson velvet, with booths and tables for about thirty people, was exactly what we needed.
“Not bad, prospect, not bad,” Micro said as he smoothed a hand over the plush velvet and guided Sophie to a seat. As we settled around several tables, easing into the soft comfy seats, I saw approval on their faces, and knew I’d nailed it.
