22. Chapter Twenty-two
Marcos “Killer” Candella
I looked around the club house, taking in the club whores and my brothers in arms fucking them.
It was late at night and the party was raging around us.
Maya was dancing her ass off in a tiny ass skirt with fuckin Stone plastered to her back while he ran his hands over her scantily clad body—lots of skin and ink on display.
Half our club was three sheets to the wind, so I didn’t mind the show the two of them were putting on in the middle of the make-shift dance floor.
I still couldn’t believe we had landed ourselves a chick like Maya Henderson. All curves and attitude—she was one bad ass bitch—and she was all ours .
In the two years we’d been together, life had never been better.
Maya had really grown into herself and found her place in our relationship, even accepting her place as our old lady.
While she wasn’t inked, she wore a property patch with pride.
She was an easy girl to get along with, communicated her needs well, and rarely got angry—but also wasn’t afraid to throw down if a club whore got too handsy—like tonight when she punched out one of the sluts that had sidled up to me, trying her luck.
Maya had also turned into an amazing submissive to play with—who mostly followed our rules to the letter. She did like to brat at times, and I loved it every time she did. She made life fun and enjoyable.
It was the balance I needed when it felt like the rest of my life was in shambles.
In the last two years I’d been promoted to Vice President of the Devil’s Psychos and my sister had moved away.
I had known stress growing up with a single mother, but I felt like life had been throwing me punches left and right lately.
Kara had met her father and transferred to Harvard to finish her undergrad.
It had broken my heart. Vince Carmichael had reached out to her shortly after her junior year of college had started and presented Harvard on a silver platter.
Kara had been all too happy to have finally connected with her missing parent—especially after the death of our mother—that she had been over the moon and accepted his gift quickly.
I knew that gift would come with strings .
All gifts did. Especially from rich and powerful men.
Kara had disagreed with me about Vince and his intentions, and our relationship grew strained through the distance.
It was better if I didn’t even ask Kara about her father and just let it go.
I still got better updates through Maya, considering the girls were still best friends, but even Maya was noticing the strain on her friendship with Kara.
Maya couldn’t tell Kara about the club, so she found it difficult to share much of her life with Kara when there was a blazing wall in between them.
At least, that’s what she told me. I could understand her frustration too—I’d only been keeping that part of my life away from my baby sister for years.
The music changed, something harder with a heavier beat pounded out of the massive speakers around the club house. Across the room, I saw Dagger’s eyes light up with mischief as he cut his conversation short.
Dagger danced his way through the naked bodies fucking on every surface they could, and shimmied through the bodies grinding on the dance floor until he sidled into Maya’s space with feline grace.
From my spot across the room, I could see Maya’s sultry smile as she reached up and wrapped her arms around Nico. With Jason at her back and Nico pressed against her front, she was sandwiched between them and looked utterly happy .
Contentment rolled over me as I settled back in the recliner I’d been lounging in for the last hour, just happy to watch my girl with my two best friends.
Life might have been stressful, but this wasn’t.
Maya made everything about life better.