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I reached for one of the beers set on the bar by a candy. She eyed me and gave a coy smile, but I wasn’t biting that hook. “Not tonight, Midnight. But thanks. You go ahead, brother.”
“Alright, man. But who knows? Maybe that new patch of ours will bring back some fresh candy for you to enjoy something sweet after all.” Midnight slapped me on the shoulder and walked away to join the raging party going on in other parts of the club as members celebrated the coming new year, life and freedom.
I stood back and looked on, contemplating Midnight’s words.
CHAPTERTWO
DRAKE
Was this shit for real? I woke, showered, and dressed only to walk out into the front room and trip over a body of a naked woman sleeping on the floor. I couldn’t take a step because another woman lay next to her. I counted them—ten in all.
Fuck. I was damn impressed. The recruit had done well. Truth be told, I didn’t think the boy would find three chicks who wanted to come to the club, let alone ten.
I grunted. I needed to get to the front door, though, and they were stretched out like sunbathers on a beach on a ninety-degree day. Hair of all colors, some tall, some short and curvy. Midnight liked those the best. I was more of a curvy ass man, and I couldn’t see their delicious curves under the few blankets that covered them.
This early the club was still quiet, everyone asleep in their rooms, couches and apparently the floor worked too. After all the partying last night they’d all sleep through noon. Let ’em sleep while they could.
I stepped over one girl, and another working my way to the door. As for me, I had business to take care of. Being the prez came with a shit ton of responsibilities and why I hadn’t stayed up all night fucking and getting drunk like everybody else.
I looked down at the face of one woman. Her eyes were round, and she lay still like a rabbit about to be eaten. A heart-shaped face, green eyes and the reddest hair. Cute, but not my type.
Damn, maybe the recruit hadn’t done so well after all. If this chick couldn’t even meet my gaze without wetting her pants, how would she ever give the guys what they needed?
Of course, not many could deal with a man like me. Nothing new there. I was a bad-ass motherfucker that nobody wanted to tangle with and many steered clear of. That's not me saying it. I’ve had it said to my face enough times I have no choice but to take it as fact.
Oh well. Came with the territory. If the club candy weren’t offering themselves for sex, they ran the other way when they saw me. It took a strong woman to walk in my circle.
I shrugged and stepped over the woman. And the next five. When I was one sleeping woman away from making my exit, I lifted a foot to go over the woman with the blackest hair and the creamiest skin. Red lips and she would be the perfect Snow White. She looked like a fantasy come to life. In the middle of winter in Tennessee she is as close to heaven as a man like me can get.
Probably the most delicate of them all. Sweet as an angel. She sure the fuck didn’t belong here. Next time I saw the patch who brought her to a place like our club I’d need to remind him we were called Venom for a reason. This place tarnished everyone who entered, and it is not a place for actual angels like this one.
Before I could put my boot down, she opened her eyes and looked straight into my fucking soul.
And I forgot to draw air into my lungs for a solid five seconds.
I froze, our gazes locked.
Those angel eyes. Big and as blue as the sea. Fuck, I could almost hear the gulls in the air. How many times had I ridden a stretch of California coast on my bike and seen the colors of the water and sky that were this girl’s eyes?
Too many times to count. Some days I wished I’d stayed out west.
Fuck me. She’s a young thing, too. Maybe nineteen. Did she even know what the fuck she was getting into by being here? Gut instinct had me itching to pick her up and put her outside and tell her to find something better for herself.
I sure as hell couldn’t let my guys use her up until she was a faded version of herself like so many other candies that have moved through here.
“Umm, hi,” she said, her voice whispery from sleep. Or maybe it was just the way she sounded—light feathers over warm skin.
Blood rushed straight to my cock at the sweet, angelic sound leaving her plump lips.
My gaze roamed over her form concealed by a blue blanket. I couldn’t make out much of her from the chin down. My gaze drew to her lips. Kissable. Biteable. Fuckable.
Hell, why was I even contemplating the idea of testing those delicate lips? I wouldn’t be the guy to use her up and spit her out like all the other club candy. In fact, I didn’t want any of them. I’d deal with my tension and stress another way. Fuck, I’d go kill a few of those low-life Wraiths selling dope to kids if I had to. There was always some Wraith who would be better off on the other side of the veil. Seemed like a good option.
I tightened my lips into a thin line as I looked down at her. “Sorry to wake you, angel.”
She pushed onto her elbows, and the blanket fell away from her full breasts tucked behind an icy blue bra and something frilly over the top of that.
Unlike all these other candies, this one still had her clothes on.
