“Not a fucking chance,” Red laughs. “It ain’t very often I get a child-free night.”
I take another sip of my own, and it’s not as bad as the first.
“How’s everything going, Bella?” Rochelle asks.
“Really well. It kind of feels like I’m waiting for a bulldozer to come in and take it all away from me.” I swill my wine around my glass before placing it back on the table. “It’s weird, right?”
“Not at all. You’ve literally lived the last six months just surviving,” Red answers.
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, I feel selfish for wanting more.”
“It’s not selfish to want more,” Rochelle says, taking a swig.
“I want full custody, but I can’t see that happening anytime soon. I mean why should Brandy get to play happy families with my boys?” I sigh.
“Karma will come,” Rochelle states. “Especially when you’re part of the MC life.”
“Remind me never to fuck with you,” Red chortles, knocking back the rest of her wine.
“You know it better than any of us Red, we protect our own, and that bitch has it coming.”
Clay
I look at my phone for the eighteenth time, I know I encouraged her out, but I already feel the need for her to be home and safe. The bikers pulled my arse out of the clubhouse after seeing me clock watch for the first couple of hours, much to Rock’s disapproval as he was on babysitting duty, I wouldn’t mind it myself if I’m honest. Going out has never really been my scene, especially when they told me we were heading to the strip club we own. We all sit in our own booth, away from the regular punters. Cindy, one of the dancers, brings over a tray of beers. Her perk tits are on display for the entire place to ogle, but it does very little for me, especially when I know most ofthe brothers have tasted all these girls at one point or another. Gears is practically drooling over the poor girl. He slaps her arse, and she lets out a little shrill, smiling over her shoulder at him, seductively as she leaves the table. I pick up my beer, taking a long swig before checking my phone again.
“Fucking hell, brother, she’s out with the ol’ ladies,” Drifter says.
“Just wanna make sure she’s okay,” I say, picking up my phone off the table and standing.
“Nah, sit the fuck down,” he answers, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the booth.
“Your proper pussy whipped,” Slayer laughs, and I flip him the bird. “I’d rather be pussy whipped than having to be treated for a different STI each week, you dirty fucker.”
“Man, it was one fucking time,” he picks up his own beer, knocking it back.
“Yeah, but didn’t learn your fucking lesson, did you?” Joker interrupts. “Bet you still don’t wrap up.”
“Nah, bareback all the way, motherfuckers!” He chinks his beer with Slider’s, who’s sitting beside him.
“Bet you fuckers share as well, don’t you?” I ask.
“Too fucking right, she can be guzzling my cock whilst Slayer bangs the bitch from behind,” Slider confesses, whilst imitating smacking a woman’s arse from behind. I shake my head, knocking back the rest of my beer. Drifter lifts his hand, notifying the bar staff to send across another round.
We watch as Brandy snatches the tray off Cindy and places the beers on the table, provocatively passing on to each of us. Slider cosy’s up next to her, draping his arm around her shoulders. He whispers something in her ear, and she laughs out loud, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. She slaps his arm playfully before bending right down in front of me, giving me an eyeful of her breasts.
Slider grabs her from behind, “Me and you later, Clay.” I look up at him, curling my lips in disgust as she smiles at me sweetly.
I stumble out of the strip club, holding onto the wall to stabilise myself. My vision doubles, and my head feels heavy. What the fuck is wrong? I haven’t even drunk that much. My feet drag along the floor, feeling for the railing that I know should be there. Someone comes beside me and drapes my arm around them,fuck.
“Thanks, brother,” I slur, my mouth suddenly feels like cotton, the cold air suddenly feels like it’s choking me. I hear a car pull up, the stones crunching underneath our feet. The lights stream into one as I try and focus my vision, but it’s no use. Something isn’t right. Someone helps me into the back seat of a car, and a woman giggles. She came for me, the darkness creeping into my vision as I pass out on the backseat.
My stomach churns as I come round, the car rocks back and forth only adding to the nausea. I try to lift myself, but it all feels too heavy. I’m face down on the back seat, there is no way I drank enough to feel like this. My eyes close, the darkness taking me once again.
The light blasts through the confusion as I squint, not able to make anything out and wondering how the fuck I got wherever the hell I am. The room goes dark, and I feel a woman’s hands sliding under my shirt, I attempt to move my arms, reaching outfor her, Bella. She undoes my top button on my jeans, pulling them down. I’m motionless, it’s like my body doesn’t really belong to me.
“Bella,” I croak, my voice even sounding like it doesn’t belong to me. She doesn’t respond, and I wonder for a moment whether I even said anything. She continues removing my jeans and runs her nails up my legs, rubbing the length of my cock.
“Bella.” I try again, a little louder this time.
