Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
With the weather still being shit, Vicious couldn’t put Sway on the back of his sled. He was sure he’d love having her legs wrapped around his waist as they blasted down the highway.
He was about to go search for her in the bedroom when she stepped into view. His mouth went dry at seeing her. The tight black concert tee was stretched firmly over her chest, making her rack more impressive. The jeans were bootcut and distressed, hugging her hips nicely. He’d never been jealous of clothes, but at the moment, he was. She even paired the outfit with black motorcycle riding boots. Vicious was positive she’d purchased them because she thought they were cute and not for riding.
“Baby, I’m not sure you can go dressed like that.”
Sway was shocked. It had taken her half an hour to find something she thought would be suitable for the clubhouse. “Will I look out of place? ”
“No. I just don’t know if I want my brothers to be eye-fucking you with me watching.”
“Would you rather them eye-fuck me without you there?”
“What I want is them not to be eye-fucking you at all.”
“Should I change?”
“Nope. They can all be jealous of those jeans just like I am.”
“Hush.” Sway laughed, pulling on her black pea coat.
With her hands sweating and her nerves on edge, Sway let Vicious guide her across the parking lot and through a pair of ornate metal doors. When they entered, the full extent of the clubhouse was laid out in front of her. “Wow, this place is amazing. Wasn’t this a textile building way back?”
“It was. You’ll see a lot of the original architecture when we’re walking around.”
Loud music blasted from hidden overhead speakers. Several closed doors and one open door were to the right of her. As they walked farther into the large open room, Sway glanced through the open door and immediately wished she hadn’t. A threesome was making good use of a bed in the middle of the room. Averting her gaze, Sway tried not looking, but it was hard not to. It was like animal breeding.
Just when she thought they were getting away from embarrassing situations, one of the men walked out naked, carrying a naked girl over his shoulder as she giggled and squirmed .
Spinning around, she bumped into Vicious. “Shit. I thought the party would’ve been over by now.”
“Party?”
“Yeah, they had a poker game last night and it can get crazy.”
“Are those women property of those guys?”
“Fuck no. They’re club girls. They’re property of the club.”
“Which means they screw everyone?”
“And everyone screws them.”
“Do you?”
“I haven’t in a long time.” He wanted to say since he laid eyes on her, but instead, he steered her toward the kitchen. Vicious realized how wrong he was when they entered, and Sway backtracked.
There on the stainless-steel kitchen island was Tea and Kiki enjoying a meal. The problem was, they were both the meal. “Hey, Vicious, do you and your friend wanna join us?” Kiki asked as the couple walked in.
Tea took that moment to come up for air. Seeing the VP’s friend was uncomfortable with their behaviour, she piped up. “Come on, V, you know you like it.”
“No, you two enjoy yourselves.”
Sway jerked her hand from his as she moved back into the hallway. “You’re pushing your luck, Tea.” He watched her feign shock. He’d make sure Zoe took care of the girl, and if she didn’t, he would .
Leaving the kitchen, he went in search of Sway. He found her trying to get back to the front door. She looked like the little ball inside a pinball machine. At every turn, there was something happening. Making quick work of the distance between them, he grabbed her by the hand, making her jump.
“Bathroom. Where’s the fucking bathroom?” she blurted out.
“Straight through there.” Vicious pointed the way. Player could have fucking told him about the party. He saw a few guys from Sinner Saints, a club out of Reno, Nevada, that they did business with. Cowboy and Psycho Bunny were far from home , he thought as he watched Elea riding Bunny’s cock.
“Vicious, where ya been?”
“Player, what the fuck? You didn’t call about the party.”
“You were supposed to be with Sway.” Slapping his VP on the shoulder, Player pointed to Bunny. “That fucker is wrecking the pussy around here. Talking about pussy, why aren’t you with your woman?”
“I brought her here to meet everyone.”
Player’s eyes went wide. “Sway’s here? Now? In the clubhouse?’
“Yeah.”
“Damn.”
Sway dampened a paper towel and patted her face. She wasn’t a prude. She would have liked a heads-up is all. She’d been to parties with Lottie as a spectator, but this was different. This was where Vicious spent most of his time. Hadn’t she done her research on motorcycle clubs? Yes. Did she think the Royal Bastards were different? Fuck if she knew. Staring at herself in the mirror, the door came open and the two girls from the kitchen walked into view.
“You look lost. Did Vicious go in search of some fun and leave you behind?” Tea asked with a smirk.
“No. He’s waiting on me,” Sway snapped as she patted her throat with the now lukewarm paper towel.
“You know, he’s not one to stick around for the long haul. He gets his kicks with you prissy bitches, but he always comes back to us.” Tea crowded Sway as Kiki flanked her.
“Yeah. He’ll never pick someone like you over us,” Kiki told Sway.
These bitches thought she was some prissy, spoiled princess who Vicious was playing house with. Sway laughed at their attempt to get under her skin. It wouldn’t work—she had thick skin.
“If he’s so into the likes of you, why has he been fucking me stupid every night for the past month?” When the two girls just glared at her, Sway tossed the paper towel in the trash. “That’s what I thought. Nice chat, ladies.”
Sway stepped out of the bathroom followed by the two girls and caught Vicious’s stare. If she could kick his ass with a look, he’d be bleeding on the floor.
Vicious didn’t miss the cocky smirks Tea and Kiki had on their faces as they followed closely behind Sway. “This can’t be good,” he mumbled .
“What was that, brother?”
“I think those two are hassling my woman and that shit don’t fly,” Vicious told Player as he headed for Sway. Meeting her halfway, he kept an eye on the two club girls. “What did they do?”
“I’d like to leave.”
“That’s fine, but I need to know what Tea and Kiki did in that bathroom while you were in there.”
“They informed me you would tire of me and come back to them.”
He was pissed. He’d brought his ol’ lady to meet his brothers, and two of the house mice got in her face? Fuck that shit. “You two, get your asses over here!”
Vicious was sure they realized the mistake they’d made by the way they walked over. Then he shouted for Zoe, and when she appeared from the back, he went off.
“I brought my ol’ lady here to meet the brothers and these two verbally accosted her. Handle them or I will. As their keeper, it’s your ass on the line, Zoe.”
“Don’t you talk down to me, Vicious, like I’m some house whore.”
“I own your ass, bitch. Me and all the rest of the Royal Bastards.”
“I’m Teller’s woman, and you should learn your place with me.”
Vicious caught sight of Teller stepping up behind the girls. The look on the Prez’s face spoke volumes. Vicious knew Teller was giving Zoe time to either get herself out of the tight spot she was now in or continue declaring she was his woman. It would do her good to shut her trap. “You just sealed your fate.”
“Zoe!”
Vicious watched her expression drop at the sound of Teller’s voice. She should have stopped believing her own bullshit. “Teller . . . I . . .”
“Take Tea and Kiki and go to the back.” Vicious heard the tone in Teller’s words. There was a definite current of pissed-off in them. He almost felt bad for Zoe, but she’d been with the club long enough to know her place.
“Vicious.”
“I brought my ol’ lady to meet everyone. My timing sucks.”
“Monthly poker game” was all Teller said.
Vicious couldn’t inquire about the Sinner Saints being in the house. Not in front of Sway. “I see we have some company.”
Teller turned his attention to the two visitors. Cocking a look at Psycho Bunny, Teller chuckled. He knew exactly what Zoe’s punishment would be—she was about to be a gift to the Sinner Saints. That should put her in her place, at least for a while.
“Let’s take a walk.” Teller looked at the woman standing next to Vicious. She didn’t look completely offended by her surroundings—she looked annoyed. “Make sure to bring her along before she’s mistaken for fresh meat.” He almost laughed when he heard Vicious growl. It was that sound dogs made when someone threatened to take their bone away .
“Sway.” Vicious held out his hand for her to take. When she grabbed hold, he pulled her in tight as they followed Teller toward the office. As they passed the rooms where the girls stayed, they could all hear Zoe and the other two girls arguing.
Sway wanted to feel a little sympathy for the one Vicious called Zoe and for being the cause of the ruckus, but in the back of her mind, she reminded herself that they’d started it.