When I look back to him a few minutes later, he is ignoring the woman talking to him, his gaze on me, watching to make sure I am okay. People around him have no idea the power he wields. He sits calm and collected, but there's a dangerous edge to his presence that makes me grateful he’s on my side.
I believe that Gaël will be a full patched member if he keeps his head on straight and follows orders, because just by looking at him, I feel that he has the power to match those already in the club.
“I am getting laid tonight,” Nolan says when he comes to stand next to me to mix a drink order.
“Dude, you get laid most nights. Tonight is not special. And she is definitely not.”
He feigns hurt, placing his hand over his heart.
“How do you know that she is not my soulmate; she could be the one who tames me.” He winks.
“Who, her?” I look back at the chick he was flirting with.
She has big hair that is crimped, wild eighties style makeup, and a top that is barely keeping her tits in place, a strip of flimsy spandex material.
“Yes, fuck. The way she sucks on her straw, I know she will suck my cock like a pro.” He smiles, winking at the chick who is grinning at him, with said straw between her lips.
Oh, good lordy. Corny much?
“She does scream eighties porn star,” I comment, making him belt out a laugh.
“I fucking hope so, honey. I fucking hope so.”
“Fuck off and get back to work, before you go get your dick wet.” I nudge him with my shoulder, making him laugh.
The chick frowns at me, and I give her the widest, sweetest smile that I can before winking and slapping Nolan on the ass as I pass him. Her glare deepens, making me laugh harder.
Time flies, people drink and have fun. Me and my friends have a blast, joining in the dancing and singing, making the most of the theme for the night. Laughter echoes over the thumping bass as we throw ourselves into every cheesy move, not caring how silly we look.
The energy in the bar is infectious, and for a while, it feels like all the shit that has happened never did, and I get to forget and just dance and be fucking merry.
The song changes and for a split second, I look to my left and see two women walking toward me. I am unable to look away,like I am trapped in their gazes, that are filled with rage and pain.
Their mouths move like they are singing or chanting, but I cannot hear what they are saying.
The tray of glasses I am holding falls from my hands, crashing to the floor. Glass and multicolored liquid flies everywhere. Nolan and Monica jump, both looking at me with worry and concern, before rushing to me.
My body is suddenly not feeling like it is my own.
A shiver rushes through me and my head snaps up, and immediately I do not feel good. It is like all of my energy has been zapped from my body. I lean back into the back of the bar, looking around to see if anyone is focused on me, yet I see nothing through the mass of people.
“Fuck, what happened?” Nolan holds me up, his arms around my waist.
“Something is wrong,” I slur.
Looking over Nolan’s shoulder, I see the two women walking toward the bar, the crowds parting for them. Their mouths move in song or a chant, but I do not hear what they are saying.
They are dressed in black lace dresses, big hair, and neon beads, which make them fit in with the crowd.
The closer they get, the weaker I become.
“Delaney, honey, talk to me. What is happening?” Monica cries.
The music starts to fade, the chatter along with it. My vision is turning black, my body feeling like the life is being sucked out of me.
“Thor. Thorin,” I push out.
“Fuck,” I hear Gaël mutter. “Call Pres and Thorin.” His voice is wooden but faint.
