Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Iknow that my mother would be cursing my name if she could see the way I stare at the little devil’s ass as she walks away from me.
I couldn’t hold back on my scepticism at my twin buying a strip club, especially one this rundown and derelict. But as the woman, who I now follow without question, makes her way up onto the stage for her set, I don’t question Victor's choices.
In fact, I applaud his decisions.
I don’t pay attention to any of my surroundings as I watch her walk up to the pole before performing tricks that have my eyes blowing wide in surprise.
It’s impressive at just how much she trusts the tiny pieces of fabric that hide her most private parts from the world.
Her lush, curvy body has me transfixed.
This woman is an enigma.
Just by the single interaction with her, I want to know every single one of the secrets that she is so desperately clinging to.
I want to know everything about her.
What is her name?
What is her favorite color?
What does she like to do other than dance?
What does she taste when her head is thrown back in pleasure?
I shake my head, surprising myself at the dirty thoughts that begin to plague me. All of the new fantasies that I am desperate to try are filled with nothing but the striking brunette.
The only woman in years that has made me feel anything remotely special.
The day mine and my pack’s Omega was murdered was single handedly the worst day of my life. Seeing her bloody lifeless body has haunted my dreams for years.
Getting her the justice that she deserved was the only thing that made the years of grief livable.
Yet, this little spitfire stumbles into my life and up turns it within minutes.
I don’t know how long her set goes for but I watch every single second of it. How could I not? My little devil is spectacular. Not only is she drop dead fucking gorgeous, but the way she brushed me off like I was a spec of dust on her seven-inch heels had me wanting to get on my knees for her.
A hand slapping down onto my shoulder has me instantly on edge, ready to throttle whoever the fuck is disturbing me out of my new favorite show.
“Conall, I…” Olis trails off as he finally gets a proper look at my new obsession. “Valentina,” he growls.
Valentina.
I groan as I turn back to her. Her name suits her so fucking perfectly.
My beautiful new little obsession.
Both of us remain motionless, hardly able to breath as we watch Valentina finish her set.
I stiffen as I watch her slowly begin to remove her bra, exposing her perfect chest to the entire room.
The only thing stopping me from storming the stage and covering her is the hand that grips my shoulder.
“Sit, brother. Let her finish her set.”
The sound of Victor’s voice doesn’t calm me, instead it has me stiffening as I watch my girl tease the Alphas and Betas going wild for her. How fucking dare they look at her with lust! How dare they look at the utter perfection that is mine!
Because that’s exactly what she is. Fucking mine.
If I have to cause a scene, putting bullets into the skulls of every single person in this room, I will.
She eventually finishes her set and I feel a pang of relief as she covers her chest with the almost overflowing garbage bag full of money.
There is this look of relief on her face that is quickly covered up as she smiles sweetly at the security guard.
Valentina clutches the bag to her chest like it is a lifeline.
Is it?
Does my girl really need this job? Because if she does, I don’t have a single issue booking her for a private session every single night, laying blue strips at her feet as she dances for me.
Fuck, she doesn’t even have to dance for me. I would just pay for her to be in my presence.
“She is spectacular, isn’t she?” my brother asks. He appears breathless as I turn around. He looks towards the door that Valentina just walked through as if he keeps watch, she might grace him with her presence again.
Although, judging by the way she spoke to me when she thought I was Vic, I highly doubt it would be a pleasant interaction.
“How do you know her?” Olis questions, his arms crossing over his chest as he frowns at our packmate.
The inner Capo is never far from the surface.
Since the family business was handed down from Victor and my fathers not long after we graduated university, the three of us have been permanently tuned into our work, hardly ever taking a single day off.
“She was the girl that we pulled Gerald off the other night,” Victor murmurs before taking a sip of his whiskey. Judging by the perfect color of the liquid, I’d assume that he ensured that we no longer serve the cheap shit Ivan insisted on.
I feel shocked as I look back towards the door that Valentina escapes through. I had wondered what had happened to that girl, not seeing her after Gerald was finally in pieces at my feet. To know that it was her that he was harassing has me wanting to pour another vat of acid over his corpse.
Maybe we should have put his still alive body through a woodchipper before putting him in acid.
I shake my head out of my deranged thoughts. I’m not surprised that they went in that direction though.
My Alpha has already claimed Valentina as his. He made his decision the moment that she stumbled into us.
I don’t utter a single complaint though. I want her just as badly as he does.
“How do you know her, Olis?” Vic utters, snapping me out of my stupor.
“I was walking Kye through the park when I noticed her and her daughter.”
Both Vic and I freeze.
She has a daughter? Fuck, that probably means that she already has a partner.
Disappointment floods me at the thought of my obsession being even further out of my reach.
“I…I didn’t know that she had a daughter,” Vic mutters almost under his breath.
Ha, so the fucker has been stalking her.
Not a surprise.
The moment Victor becomes intrigued by something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it. Valentina will be another one of his obsessions.
At the mere thought of one day not being able to claim her as mine, my Alpha rebels inside of me.
Mine.
Mine
Mine.
He keeps repeating in my head over and over.
Yeah buddy, she is fucking ours and I will make sure of it.
For the rest of the night, I sit in a dark corner of the club, watching each time Valentina comes out of the dressing room and back down to one of the private rooms.
The thought of her being alone in those room with those men sets me on edge. I know that my girl has fight in her but the thought of her being vulnerable is too much to handle.
The time doesn’t go quickly enough until her next stage set.
My pack mates remain just as quiet as I do, each of us in our heads as we come to terms with what we know about the one person that has each of us by our balls.
As the night progresses and the more I think about the possible objects that are in my way, I decide that I am actually not bothered by them at all.
She is pissed off at Victor and doesn’t want him? Fine, more for me.
She has a partner at home already? Not for long she doesn’t.
She has a daughter. Cute. I already class my daughter-in-law as mine so adding another to the mix is no big deal.
She is a stripper. I will be in the front row of every single one of her sets, watching her get her bag.
Yeah, none of those things are a deterrent. If anything, it makes me even hungrier for her.
The three of us remain seated in our area of the club as we watch security kick out all of the drunk seedy men who are still clinging onto hopes that one of the girls will take them home.
Even if we allowed that, I doubt that those limp-dick fucks could even get it up, no matter how much ass was shook in their face.
My heart skips a beat as I watch my little brunette come out of the backroom. She looks so different now, dressed in her street wear. It does nothing but make her even more beautiful.
The makeup has been completely removed from her face, leaving her bare for us to see her flawless skin underneath. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun that seems to still be perfect.
Maybe it is just her.
It makes me question for a moment why I am so obsessed with a woman that is obviously a Beta. While I have nothing against the designation—one of my fathers being an incredible Beta—it is still surprising.
Alphas aren't meant to be drawn to them like this.
Yet here the three of us are. Completely and utterly taken with her.
The moment she is out of sight, the three of us stand up in sync and follow her home.
I hate watching our girl walking down the street this late at night completely on her own. Why doesn’t she have a car?
I mentally write myself a note to ensure that I buy her a car. Something practical obviously. She has a daughter after all. Maybe more once I worm my way in.
Even though I am not a young Alpha by any means, I can’t help the thought of pumping her full of cum and seeing her round with my baby.
I can’t hold back the growl that escapes me. Yeah, I like the thought of that way too much.
Once we reach her apartment, I ensure to pin the location on my phone. The three of us stiffen as we watch an older man stumble out of the building, startling Valentina. She squeals, clutching her chest before laughing at the man who bows before her then proceeds to turn and fall into the bushes.
I already know without a shadow of a doubt that this woman is too good for me as I watch her smile down at the drunk she is clearly familiar with.
She grabs him around the shoulders, helping him to stand and shakingly bringing him over to the entry of the complex before sitting him down against a wall.
Judging by the look on her face, she hates the idea of leaving him outside at night but I am glad she slowly walks away.
I already told my girl that she would know if I was stalking her but I want to keep it a secret for a little bit longer. Admire her from a distance while I sort the obstacles stopping us from wooing her.
Because she is mine and I won’t stop until she is in my bed, swollen with my pup.
My breeding kink is locked and loaded.
Hold on, Little Devil, because I am coming for you.