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"Well, I would want one like that for myself. Where do I get one?" a male voice asks, and a soft laugh follows.
"Not to be selfish but I have been told I managed to find a flower among the weeds and I spotted a precious gem in a land filled with mere rocks. I don't think there are more of her out there and knowing I have this one all to myself makes me feel seventeen again," Enzo brags. I try to maintain my composure and it works.
Hearing Enzo talking about the poor girl like she is a tamed animal makes me realize not all women are half naked in the company of their partners out of their own will. Some are living in hell but still manage to smile and make their partner appear decent and respectable. I don't know what Everleigh goes through but I know she doesn't want to be in Enzo's company, being stripped of her worth and dignity.
"You are one lucky man, my friend," says the same voice as earlier.
"That I am."
"How much would you charge me for one whole uninterrupted night?" a different man asks
"Once you have your dick in there, believe me, it will be hard letting her go. Now I might be a business man but I don't accept every coin thrown at me. I value my assets and unlike the man who gave me this one, I know their worth." Enzo's words make my blood rush. Anger is starting to build up inside me. I have heard all I needed to hear to win the uncertain battle in my mind.
How on earth am I supposed to help her now? I have confirmed she’s his sex toy. What next? I sigh and down my third martini in one gulp. I don't think I will be needing another.
I need to get his attention and maybe join his table. I think as I request for my bill. Maybe joining them will give me a chance to know the girl better and know my stand once and for all.
I notice a waiter serving drinks on the table I was initially at. Having left my bill on the table, I walk straight towards the busy waiter hoping I won't get my new suit wet for nothing.
I intentionally bump on him and gasp as liquid soaks into my right lapel. Everyone who was seated close to the waiter suddenly drag their chairs away, trying to escape the flying liquid. The noise from their chairs and gasps earn everyone's attention. I stand with my head held up so Enzo can notice me if he is at all looking.
"I am so sorry, sir. I... I didn't see you there."
"It's okay. It's just a drink. Don't worry about it." My voice is slightly higher than the waiters though not exaggerated.
"Outlaw?" My lips slightly curve into a smile at the calling.
I look towards the source of the voice and put on a surprised look. "Enzo!"
"It's okay, young man. I'll take care of this. It's not a big deal," I assure, patting the young man's shoulder and head to Enzo's table.
"I didn't expect to see you here. Everyone, this is the Outlaw. He is the president of the motorcycle club that escorted me here."
They all wave, greet, and smile at me. "So nice to meet you guys. Enzo, I was not expecting to see you here too."
"Well, I am a regular here and so are they."
"I see."
"Now that I think about it, some of them could use your excellent and professional services. Guys, his club is the most reputable motorcycle club I know. Outlaw, I assume that waiter has already ruined your evening so why don't you come back on Thursday, you can tell them more about your club.”
"Sounds great. So, in four, at eight p.m.?" I stress.
"Yes. Four days, right?" Enzo looks to the group.
"We meet here every Sunday and Thursday so yes, that's four days," a woman I had not seen until now says.
"All right. See you then. I look forward to a fruitful meeting. Have a good night everyone."
I listen for Everleigh's response but it doesn't come. I walk away with a forced smile even though that went way better than I had anticipated.
I have been where she is at. Lonely yet surrounded by people, unhappy even if I was getting all the sex I needed, and depressed because no one really understood what I was going through. I wouldn't wish the same on anyone, especially people like Everleigh who have no one who genuinely cares about them.
I feel motivated to help the stranger but I fear I might be drifting from the club. I am never the president to miss club meetings or have someone represent me unless I have another urgent club matter to attend to. As soon as Hawk and people like Knuckles realize I am not as invested in the club as I used to be, I might find myself at risk of being voted out, or worse, kicked out to go deal with the affairs that made me drift.
Is it worth it?I wonder while seated in the back seat of a taxi headed to Jim's. I can't lose the club but I also can't live every day knowing she is out there suffering. I have a chance to save a life while it can still be saved.
I try not to think about it until I get back to Jim’s. I had thought I would bring a girl home from the casino but now, I need time to learn as much as I can about my adversary and come up with a plan. I wait until early morning to go back to the club so there is less distraction from drunk bikers. I have a change of clothes at Jims so they don’t see me in a suit and ask more questions than I’m willing to answer. The club is mostly quiet with snoring and I manage to get up to my room with a nod to Jim.
