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“You ready for this?” Rubble asked, the sun long set on the horizon.
Glancing at the other man dressed down, no Macha cut in sight, Kevlar nodded. They’d go incognito at the bar. The goal was twofold for him. Of course, there was his club role, but he also needed to pull Kita aside and talk to her. Once he figured out what the hell was going on, he could accept it. He frowned.Probably. Maybe.He shook his head.Not a fucking chance.
Chapter Ten
Nikita
An hour passed into three.Nikita received tidbits of gossip from the bikers and bar locals, the old ladies, and fellow dolls, but none solid enough to act upon.
The twenties-style party was complete with jazz music and plates of finger food served by club girls. None of the visitors looked familiar to her. Judging from the way Mandi shook her head, the same was said for her. They were at a loss, and the longer the MC members drank, the more dangerous the night became for them. More than one doll was ushered into one of the back rooms. The screams one of the girls made after a visitor had his fill put them both on edge.
These bikers wouldn’t respect their wishes or stop until they were sated. It was why she hated motorcycle clubs so much. The men were assholes and treated women as possessions. She’d endured enough of that under her father’s hand and wouldn’t allow it for others if given the opportunity.
Swallowing hard, she sipped her martini and watched the players around the room. The Cutthroats’ president, Pillar, hadn’t moved from his booth all night. He spoke to a man who she guessed to be a high-ranking member of Diablos. She couldn’t bet on it since he wore a suit and not a cut, so she slowly made her way around the room.
Feigning flirtations with a drunk Cutthroat in the booth next to Pillar’s, she picked up on some of their conversation.
“I was assured there wouldn’t be any problems,” the man with a thick Spanish accent said.
“And there aren’t,” Pillar replied. “Macha is oblivious to our plans. We’ll get your shipment moved within the month, then you can see we’re the right club to continue with.”
Nikita’s heart jumped at the words. She waved at the biker’s offer for another drink. The man left and returned minutes later, sliding around the crescent-moon booth until he was directly next to her. The pressure on her upper thigh didn’t bother her. The annoying jabber did. She could ignore both for the time being.
“Muerte expects no less.”
“Look, man, why don’t you enjoy yourself? We got plenty of hot dolls who’ll love to give you some attention.”
“I’m not here to ride whores, Pillar. I’m here to make sure you don’t fuck up.”
The handsy Cutthroat next to her slid his fingers up her dress, creeping closer to the blue thong she’d donned hours earlier. Carefully, pushing him away, Nikita offered the drunk a sweet smile. If he didn’t stop pestering, she’d need to take him to the back room to avoid a scene. Bringing attention to herself wasn’t a good idea. With her caramel-colored skin and midnight black hair, Pillar’s visitor may want to investigate.
“Where are you keeping the shipment?”
She heard the telltale sound of a lighter and the scent of smoke wafted to her.
“Outside Snowshoe. Right under Macha’s nose.”
Her eyes bugged.So that’s how they’re keeping it so secretive.
“Good. If this backfires, at least we’ll get rid of a rival MC.”
A foreign sensation trailed her neck, slimy, and demanding. She hadn’t even felt the biker’s lips until then, her mind too occupied with the conversation. Turning back to the man, she held back her disgust at the slobbering lush.
He handed her a shot of vodka and she absently took it to appease him. Cocking her head, she listened for more, but Pillar and his guest were speaking in hushed tones. The biker pulled her to him, the scent of tobacco strong on his breath. Her stomach swirled, and when her vision started to blur, she frowned. She’d drank two beers and could hold her own, but at the moment, her eyelids felt heavy. Blinking furiously, she calmed when her eyes cleared.
“Want to take this to the back?” he slurred. She absently nodded, needing to get out of there fast before she drew attention. The sooner she snuck away from him, the sooner she could hurry back to the party to hear the rest of Pillar’s plan. Her pulse quickened and her tongue swelled. Something didn’t feel right.
Sliding from the booth, she was disappointed but unsurprised when the man followed. Her hope of him passing out on his own didn’t appear to be on the horizon. The allure of pussy did that to a man. She rolled her eyes and fought the urge to knee him in the balls when his hand drifted over her ass.
The room seemed darker, the hum from the speakers louder. The Cutthroat slung his arm around her shoulders, steering her in a different direction. The drugs in her back pocket wouldn’t work without liquid. Taking a step, she faltered and held out her hands to steady herself. The one shot and beer wouldn’t affect her this much. Holding her liquor was a personal feat.
Fuck, he must’ve drugged me.She glanced around the area but didn’t see Mandi.Shit, where is she?
“Let’s go, doll,” the Cutthroat garbled, tugging her behind a curtained-off area. She didn’t have a chance to convince him otherwise before his lips crashed on hers. Every muscle in her body urged her to smash his face in. He pressed her against him, his grip tighter than she anticipated for a man well into his cups. The telling sign of his arousal poked her leg, the shorter man determined to get what the MC dolls promised.
Nikita managed to pull away from his mouth. The biker responded by smacking her face hard with the back of his hand. Reeling backward, she gasped at the sudden show of violence.
“Spread your legs, doll. Your pretty pussy is in for a treat.” He pointed to the small couch and unzipped his jeans.
