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I nod, understanding part of what he means, while the rest not, not so much. I grew up in the system until I aged out. I bounced between more houses than I can remember—that and the boys home. If not for the club taking me in when they did, I don’t think I would be where I am right now. For all I know, I would have ended up like a few people I know, hooked on drugs and living on the streets.
“I get that, but still, you guys leaving is gonna suck.” Striker smirks and looks around the clubhouse, eyeing one of the clubwhores. “On the bright side, you’ll have fresh pussy to tap down there.”
Snorting, I lean back in my chair and grin. “Swear that’s all you think about is getting your dick wet as much as possible.”
“What can I say?” He chuckles. “I like women, and they love me and what I can do to them in the sack.”
“I don’t need or want to hear about what you can do to anyone in a bed.” Sabor grunts and leans forward, bracing his elbows on the table. “A new change will be good. And speaking of change, did you two check out that strip club yet?”
“We’re heading there in a bit. Wanna join in?” I ask, rotating my head side to side, popping my neck.
Lately, I’ve been more than a little tense. Ever since that shit happened and each of us received that anonymous text about the rat being no more, the club has been on edge. It wasn’t hard to figure out it was sent from a burner, but no one knows who sent it, and Gadget hasn’t been able to figure it out. Whoever it was shouldn’t have been able to get this type of information, not without being a part of our club.
Then there was Striker’s accident. He was run off the road and ended up breaking his leg. He was lucky he only had a broken leg and didn’t lose his life that day.
The club needs a break from all the bullshit, so we decided to look into a new establishment to dip our toes into. It’s not like the Devil’s Riot MC haven’t ever owned a strip club before, but our charter doesn’t have one. However, that’s all about to change.
Striker and I had been looking into a strip joint about thirty minutes away. It’s nothing like Gadget and Dragon’s cousin, Dean’s, place, Sinner’s Cove, but it’s got a lot of potential, all things considered. It needs a good clean-up with fresh paint, new carpet, and furniture without broken upholstery in the seats of the chairs. The talent is decent from what I’ve seen so far, but I’ve heard there were a few I haven’t seen who were damn good at dancing and are the ones the men come to watch the most.
“Hell yeah, I wanna check this place out.” Mace snorts. “You think it’ll be beneficial to the club, though? Taking on this place?”
“I think so.” I shrug. “Striker and I would run it and manage everything ourselves. Don’t think I’d trust anyone else to do it for us.”
“Yeah, it’s all gonna be fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Striker remarks and drinks some of his beer. “And speakin’ of the strip club, come on let’s get out of here and go check it out. Maybe we can get a hold of the owner while we’re there and talk numbers before officially pitching it to Prez and VP.”
* * *
“Holy shit, that girl’s got some moves on her,” Emerson remarks loud enough over the blaring music.
I shoot her an amused look. I should have known when telling a few of the others we were heading to a strip club, some of the ol’ ladies would try and partake. It’s not the first time, and definitely won’t be the last. Whenever possible, those women like to have a good time, just like the rest of us. Tonight, it’s Emerson with her ol’ man, Hades, Cleo with Rage, and Lynsdey with Thorn.
“What do you think?” Striker asks, leaning toward me, beer in hand.
I nod and glance around the strip club. “Would be a good establishment. Location’s good.”
“Yeah, but I’m talking about the talent.” Striker smirks.
“Haven’t seen everyone yet.” I shrug. “But from what I’ve seen, looks like they know what they’re doing.”
“Are you all really thinking of getting this place?” Lynsdey asks, leaning over her man.
“Yeah,” Striker answers.
“You should totally have ladies’ night here . . . ouch.” Lynsdey jumps and looks up at Thorn. “What’s that for?” She laughs.
“Behave,” Thorn responds, his lip twitched at the side.
“This place would be great for ladies’ night,” Cleo chimes in.
“Agreed,” Emerson snickers. “Ladies’ night would rock. You would have women running over each other if you brought in some Chippendales or the Thunder From Down Under.”
“What the fuck, woman?” Hades remarks, glaring at his woman.
Watching the way my brothers are with their women fills me with a sense of longing. Not that I want a woman, or I didn’t think I did. I guess I simply like the way they are with each other. They make it look easy, though I’m sure it is anything but. Those women went through hell along with their men. Everything that happened to them, between them, had to be rough, especially when they were getting together at the same time dealing with situations.
I open my mouth to say something to Striker and the others when the music changes and the lights dim. My eyes go to the stage just as a beautiful redhead steps out.
The song itself is enticing and pulsing, it gets a man’s attention easily. Not a single man in the audience would disagree. The Bad Wolves version of “Take Me to Church” is one hell of a song. My cock twitches at the vision of the beautiful woman as she starts dancing.
