Anchor (The Rebel’s MC #4)

Prologue

Anchor – Twenty-Nine

I groan as I drop my head back against my chair and grip Barbie’s hair tightly in my fist. I enjoy the way she rubs her tongue under my meaty cock along the triangle while sucking it like a pro.

It makes my balls, that she’s currently fondling, tighten with pleasure while her other hand grips my ass cheeks, digging her fake nails into the flesh adding to the pleasure as music blares through the walls from the main room, rowdy men cheering on the women stripping on the stage.

Fuck I love my life, and it is times like these that add to my pleasure.

Growing up, I always knew I was going to take over from my dad as Road Captain for the Rebels MC.

He taught me at a young age, before I decided to stay living with my mama which pissed him off, to ensure I put the club first. He taught me the ropes and every day I strive to make the club proud, proving I was the right guy to take over from him, to become an officer of the club I fucking love.

I had a good high GPA in high school, went to college, gained my business degree, worked weekends and then took over at Rebel’s Honeys, a club that my dad and Ice ran.

It is a strip club named after Dirty and Ace’s mama, Honey, something she apparently wasn’t happy with.

Ice, their dad explained it, the women in the club knew he was a taken man that loved his old lady and no woman would dare come on to him, seeing his devotion to his wife, his old lady.

I ensured to make every brother fucking proud every single day, and now, I’m living the fucking dream.

While my best friends, my brothers, Doc, Stone, are settling down with women —or trying to, but keep messing up –Trigger, trying his hardest to win his wife back after he spent a fucking year cheating on her, believing she was having an affair.

She left him when she found out about Virginia, her high school bully, was screwing her husband.

Me, I’m living the high life without attachments.

I’ve watched all three fucking idiots mess up with their women, and it is enough to put you off settling down for fucking life.

Stone was married, granted he fucking hated his wife and was encouraged to stay married to her even though she lied about being pregnant in high school just to get his patch.

He bumped into a soon to be peds nurse, Rose at Rebel’s Pheonix our dance club and wanted her.

Only the idiot didn’t mention Elsie, instead he secretly divorced his wife then married Rose without her knowing which yeah, the man was an idiot keeping his mouth shut because things fucking went to hell before he could tell Rose they were indeed married.

She left without a trace after finding out about Elsie believing she was the other woman and took nearly a year to find her because Dirty, our Treasurer and one hell of a techy, refused to tell him where she was because he knew she needed to complete the course she was doing without Stone distracting her before he finally went after her, then we have Doc, our President and a fucking idiot.

He was seeing a brother’s stepdaughter behind everyone’s back, refusing to let her call him his given name, refusing to claim her because he was being pressured into marrying the senator’s daughter.

His dad was being blackmailed by said senator after he was drugged and then filmed fucking said senator’s ass but obviously no one had any idea apart from his wife who wouldn’t let her husband come clean and watched her son struggling.

Cole, Trigger’s son who he had in high school and Caleb, Dirty’s son who conceived by a patch chaser were both threatened and Doc decided to go through with the marriage with Cynthia Smith, breaking Brittany’s heart.

Brittany then fucking disappeared, something Doc wasn’t aware of because he was trying to give her space before he forced her to become his mistress like a jackass when Shadow explained she was gone.

After roughly a year of being missing, Dirty managed to find her up in fucking Dallas of all places with the Untamed Hell Fires MC, a club we’re affiliated with, who had no idea she was Doc's girl. The fucker was literally about to walk down the aisle when Dirty barged into the priest’s chambers only to go to Dallas and find out that not only did Brittany have no memory what so ever, that she was attacked and in a coma for a few months, fuck she didn’t even remember her own name, but she also had a baby, a little girl she named Bailey Bell.

It took a lot for Brittany to come to terms with everything and as she was finally falling back in love with Doc, she regained her memories when her stepbrother, Thunder, decided to smack her hard over the head, which, according to him, she would normally duck.

The idiot forgot she wouldn’t remember that, too focused on wanting his sister back —only for her to snap that they only tried that once.

Fucking idiot.

Then there’s the shit with Trigger, who is currently trying to convince his wife to go to therapy and see if they can salvage their marriage after he had a fucking affair but she’s refusing, not that anyone can really blame her.

Ashley hates us, she hates him, and right now, she hates the world.

We brothers, because of our loyalty to the patch all sat back and watched Trigger destroy his whole world by fucking Virginia, all because he believed Ash was having an affair and didn’t bother to confront her.

They got together when they were like ten, and he felt like he was missing out, so he used it as an excuse.

I’d be fucking shocked if Ashley takes him back, especially when someone went to Cole’s school and told him his dad had an affair and wanted his mama to abort him in high school. He did say that shit, he wasn’t ready for everything back then like he is now though it is no excuse.

Like I said, I prefer the easy life and as Barbie deep throats me, no gag reflex in sight and moans around my dick my spine tingles.

I close my eyes and drop my head back and just as I’m about to come, to paint Barbie’s throat my door bangs opens and Archer, a prospect who is due to be patched into the club any day states, “A big ass fucking fight has just broken out which was started by Glitzy and Mitzy.”

And my pending orgasm disappears as I pull out of a frowning Barbie’s mouth with frustration.

Mitzy and Glitzy are well —they are twins, but not identical, and they are always fighting for the best stage, for the best high-paying customers, and, goodness forbid, one of them takes a client to the back room first for a little bit extra than a lap dance and strip.

I swear if they weren’t so fucking liked and brought in a shit ton of doe, I would have sacked them months ago….

“Anchor!” Barbie whines when I put my cock away and walk around her.

“Get back to fucking work, Barbie,” I snap, and Archer winces.

“Sorry, Anchor,” he mutters, but I shake my head and follow the screams, needing to stop whatever the fuck is going on, not needing the feds to show up here, especially with the back room not being so legal.

Walking into the black-and-dark-blue lounge, I groan to see Glitzy pulling on her sister's hair while two customers are in a fistfight near them as the crowd cheers them on despite five women on different stages.

“Ace, grab the girls,” I shout, noticing our secretary breaking up two other women who are not employees.

What the fuck?

He nods, shoving one girl into Dirty, who pulls her by the arm with the other woman she was fighting, and drags them towards the door. I rush over to the men with Archer while Ace goes to the two employees I know I won’t fire but won’t be putting back on stage until further notice.

Before some tall lanky fucker can punch the guy he’s fighting with, I grab the back of his shirt and yank him back hard before stepping in between the two men. I glare them down, eyeing both men who take a step back, looking pale as they notice my patch.

Pussies.

“Get the fuck outta my club and don’t come back,” I sneer coldly.

They both look at each other before they scramble towards the door, just as Ace breaks up the girls. They both look around the lounge, their dark brown eyes both in shock, before fear overtakes them as they look at me and notice my anger.

“Both of you,” I snap, “get the fuck out, you’re done for the night!”

They go to protest, but Ace shoves them towards the girls' changing rooms, causing them to gasp as they stumble forward but manage to get their bearings as they walk towards the back. I growl with frustration at the fucking mess, glasses and alcohol scattered on the floor, chairs broken while the customers go back to cheering on the girls who didn’t stop doing their job, Glimmer doing the splits upside down on the pole, gaining their attention.

Fucking stupid women!

Shaking my head, I turn to go back to my office to change the girls' shifts so they are no longer working together like they pleaded when they applied for the job, fucking fed up with this shit and to place them on bar duty only but I don’t even make it two steps when I bump into a small body.

A gasp echoes that goes straight to my cock, and as if on instinct, I bring my hands up and quickly grip the person’s arms to stop them from falling on their ass.

Sparks shoot through me causing my eyes to snap to the person’s and lock with the most mesmerizing dark blue ones I have ever fucking seen in my life that suck me in.

Fuck me.

My eyes linger over her features, her black hair so fucking black it looks almost blue, freckles dusting her button nose, full lips that are so kissable I have the urge to take them with my own.

She’s short, maybe only five-five compared to my six-one, but her body, fuck…

Curves in all the right places, her dress carving them out fucking nicely, and yes, my cock takes notice.