One
Halo
Four years later.
Demon ~ I’ll see you in the morning. I have MC run to the strip club.
I look for Demon’s text, making my blood boil. He’s always fucking busy with the MC, and I hate it.
“Fucker!”
“Demon fucked up,” Poison hums, moving her head up and down.
“Yeah, asshat.”
I toss my cell on my bed and brush out my long, wavy, dirty blond hair. I don’t like to straighten my hair because Demon loves it wavy. I chew my lower lip and apply my makeup.
“Halo, let’s go out to a club,” Poison hums, running the hot pink nail polish brush over her toenails.
“I don’t want to go to a club, how about we go to the Fiery Strip Club and check out the fools,” I hum.
“Fuck! Do you want to spy on Demon? That sounds like lots of fun. He’s going to blow his top if he catches us,” Poison squeals, moving both hands side to side, stretching her long legs, and turning up her lips.
Yeah, I can always count on Poison to agree to stir up the shit; she’s called Poison for a reason. You don’t want to get on her bad side, that’s for sure.
“Oh, you’re evil,” I hum, turning up my lips.
“We want to go,” Candy hums.
“Hell yes,” Cherry says.
“Okay.”
“Awesome, I need to get ready,” Candy says, walking out of my room.
“Me too,” Cherry says.
“What about you, Pixie,” I ask, looking at my sister on her laptop.
“Nah! I have a shit ton of homework,” Pixie hums, typing.
“Geeze, you need to get out more,” Poison says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, you do,” I say, looking at her and raising my brow.
“Yeah, next time,” Pixie hums, chewing her lower lip.
“Well, don’t tell Mama Bear where we’re going,” I say, raising my brow.
“Where is she,” Pixie asks, looking at me.
“She went to get the groceries, and you know that it takes forever to get all of the food for the clubhouse,” I hum.
“Right,” Pixie says, moving her head up and down.
She turns onto her stomach and starts reading her book.
“So, I’m going to change,” Poison says, pushing off the floor. She looks at her toes, adjusts the toe separators thingy, and lifts her toes.
“Okay.”
I pull on my black favorite booties and look in the long mirror. I pull at the short black skirt and adjust my white tank top. I grab my black leather jacket and adjust the collar.
Thirty minutes later.
We get out of the Honda, our car, we all chipped in to buy. The music is so damn loud that the bass vibrates on the ground. I hope that we get a booth because I don’t want to deal with the asshats inside.
“Okay, let’s go inside, and we need to blend as quickly as possible,” I hiss, looking around the parking lot.
I don’t see Demon’s or his crew bikes. I chew my lower lip.
“We’re not going to be able to blend in; look at us,” Poison hums, shaking her shoulders.
“For real,” Cherry says, chewing her gum.
“Let’s go inside before we get caught,” Candy hums, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.
“Hell, yes! This is going to be a blast. What the fuck can the Brothers do? They can’t fucking do a damn thing,” Poison hums, walking towards the front door.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I say, moving my head up and down.
We walk up to the door, pull it open, and walk into the dark, smoky club. The room is full of men, some women, and the stage with the girl dancing around the pole.
“Oh, this is cool,” Poison hums, looking at the stripper.
“Poison, don’t even think about it,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Fuck! You’re just as bad as the Brothers,” Poison huffs, rolling her eyes.
“Let’s get that booth in the corner,” Cherry says, lifting her chin.
“Okay,” I say, moving my head up and down.
I walk around the tables, trying to evade the hands. My girls follow behind, and I know that they can fence the hands. We slide into the booth, and I look around the club.
“I don’t see the Brothers,” Poison hums, raising her hand and swaying to the music.
“Let’s order some drinks,” Cherry says, looking at the men.
“These fuckers are dorks, old, or fat fuckers,” Candy scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, desperate men, come here,” I hum, looking at each table for Demon.
The fucker is not here. Did he go to the bar? No, he said club. Unless the MC has another club that I don’t know of.
The waitress walks over, raising her brow. She’s one of the club whores, it figures.
“What in the fuck are you bitches doing here,” Tinsel says, bopping her head. She’s tall, thin, with the big boobs, red hair, and the long legs.
“What the fuck! So, you actually work? I thought that you only fucked,” Poison hums, turning up her lips.
“Fuck you! What do you want to drink,” Tinsel snarls, staring at us.
“Get us a beer,” I hum, looking at her.
Here I thought that she was fucking happy being the club whore. She’s not happy, not like I ever talked to her; the club whores are there to please the Brothers. They, of course, pray to catch one and become an Old Lady. What makes them think that they will be an Old Lady if all the Brothers fuck them. It’s not a difficult concept; it’s really a no-brainer.
“I’ll be back,” Tinsel says.
I watch her walk around the tables and smile at the men. Some of them slide bills into the waistbands of their shorts.
I look at the stage; a new girl is dancing and sucking her finger as she sways to the song.
Tinsel returns with the tray full of beers and some nachos. Well, that’s a surprise, and I’m hungry.
I grab a beer and some nachos. We look around and eat.
“This is fun,” Poison hums, taking a pull of the beer.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to come back,” Cherry hums.
“Ditto,” Candy says, grabbing a nacho.
We’re busy eating, drinking, and looking at the strippers tease the fuckers.
All of a sudden, Demon and his crew are on, standing on the side of the booth. I finish chewing the nacho, swallow and take a pull of beer.
“Hey, brothers,” Poison says, turning up her lips and bouncing to the music.
“Come on, you all need to get gone,” Diablo yells, moving his fingers in the gesture to move.
We slide out of the booth; the brothers stand around us.
“What the fuck are you doing here,” Demon growls, grabbing my arm.
“I’m checking out the club,” I say, pulling my arm out of his grasp.
I run my fingers through my long locks and look at the stage. The girl is a blond with huge tits and long legs. My gut twists, and I hate this feeling of jealousy.
“I was thinking of working here,” I say, looking up at him.
“Like hell, you are,” Demon hisses.
“Why not? Maybe I’ll see you more often if I work here,” I say, raising my brow.
“Forget about it, let’s go,” Demon hisses.
Demon takes my hand, and we walk around the tables and out of the stripe club. We walk over to his bike that’s parked at the back of the building. He grabs my helmet from his saddlebag and slides it on, locking the clasp.
“Let’s go,” Demon hums, sliding onto his bike.
I grab his shoulder and slide onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I lean into his back, inhaling his scent. He turns on the bike and rides out onto the road.
My heart skips a beat; I’m so happy that, finally, I’m with him.
I don’t get it.
I know that he loves me, but it’s like it’s months before we’re together. He keeps telling me that he’s busy with the MC runs and that I need to focus on school.
Demon takes me to our favorite place to be alone. He parks and turns off the bike, sliding off. He helps me off, and we walk to the hotel in South Lake Tahoe. I wait in the lobby while he gets the room.
A few minutes later, Demon returns with the key. We walk to the room, and I look at the full moon.
“Baby, I don’t want you to ever go to the strip club, it’s full of bastards looking for pussy,” Demon says, opening the door.
“Baby, I hate that you’re always so damn busy with the MC. We hardly ever spend any time together,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Agree, but it’s the truth, it’s just MC business and you know it,” Demon says, closing the door. He walks over to the bed, takes off his Cut, and shitkickers. I walk over, taking off my clothes. I crawl onto the bed and grab the pillows. I sink into the bed, inhaling deeply. I’m tired, and it’s been a long day.
“Baby, promise me that you will listen to me. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Demon says, crawling onto the bed and pulling me into his arms.
“Fuck! I always do, but tonight, I wanted to see what the hell goes on inside the stupid strip club.”
“Nothing happens. Baby, the strip club, bar, tattoo shop, auto shop, and all the other activities are business. We need to monitor our business, period. I don’t want you to go to the bar or strip club. Do you hear me,” Demon asks, cupping my face.
He runs his finger over my lip, gazing into my eyes. I love looking into his eyes, they’re so sexy, lime green with long eyelashes. He’s so damn hot and badass.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Demon's lips turn up, and then he kisses me, sliding his tongue inside mine, rubbing and tangling it with mine. His hands move all over my curves, sliding his fingers up and down my slit. I whimper; my body feels weak, and chills run up my back.
Demon moves his mouth down my throat, kissing and licking as he moves down to suck my nipples. He moves his hand down, rubs my swollen flesh, and then slides his finger inside me.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” He hums, moving his finger in and out.
“Fuck,” He grunts, moving down my stomach.
He nips and licks his way to my aching pussy spreading my legs. He stares at my pussy, and I feel the blush spread through my face. I bit my lower lip, watching him run his finger up and down my pussy. He leans and twirls his tongue around my swollen flesh, sucking and licking, driving me crazy.
I cup my breasts and twist my nipples, moaning. I shift my hips up, close my legs around his head, and rub my pussy into his face.
Oh hell, I’m going to suffocate him.
“Baby, I need you.”
“Baby, you’re so damn hot,” Demon growls, crawling over me and aligning his hard cock.
He thrusts inside, filling me, and I grab hold of his wide shoulders. I move my hips, meeting his thrusts and kissing him.
My pussy flutters and I feel my inner walls grab his big cock. I bite his lip and suck it as I come. He comes with me, shooting all he has, biting my shoulder.
“Baby, I love you,” Demon says, sucking my neck.
“I love you.”