Epilogue
Nashville
“Fuck yeah, that’s good.”
I close my eyes and rest my head against the leather seat back, one hand on my thigh, the other on the back of the woman’s head.
I haven’t got a clue what her name is, she is one of the dancers here at Elegance.
That’s what they’re called. Plain truth is, they’re strippers. It is a strip club after all.
It’s upscale though, so we call them dancers.
The last twenty-four hours have been a total head fuck. I still can’t believe Storm got away from us, a fact confirmed by Rebel after I left the Prez. I still don’t know how he manages to predict these things, but Nero has never been wrong.
I’m drawn out of those thoughts when the woman cups my balls and I thrust my hips a little harder.
This isn’t expected of the dancers here but now and then, they give a little extra during a lap dance, for a small fee.
Officers in the club don’t have to deal with that but I’ll give her something because she is practically sucking the flesh off my cock, in a good way.
I don’t fuck them, but the occasional blow job gets out some of the tension that comes along with being a part of the Blackhawk Disciples. And it’s been a hell of a time lately.
“Fuck,” I groan as she uses both hands, stroking me up and down and squeezing my balls, her mouth bobbing up and down faster. I bite down on my cheek as I come, she takes it all then sits back on her heels and looks up at me. It takes a moment to get my breath back.
“Thanks sweetheart,” I cup her chin. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an expert at that?”
“All the time,” she presses her palms on my knees to help her up.
That kind of takes away from the moment, but I did ask. In this line of business, she isn’t going to be coy about sex.
And without a care in the world, she’s butt ass naked in a pair of red heels that made me choose her when I got here looking for something to take the edge off. Her pussy is glistening but I’m done for now. I tuck my dick back in my pants and she takes a step back when I stand.
I watch her grab a robe from the hook by the door, slip her arms in and walk back out into the club, not even bothering to tie the sash so she’s fully on show.
That is the only kind of woman I can deal with right now.
The ones who do what needs to be done and walk away without questioning me.
And I do feel a hell of a lot more relaxed as I walk back into the bar.
It’s quieter because it’s mid-afternoon but there are still some men in the booths, a couple of dancers up on the stage.
Beast is sitting at the bar and eyes me as I walk over and ask the bar tender for a beer. He sets it in front of me and heads to a waitress holding a tray. She’s wearing the uniform of the wait staff, an apron that about covers her tits and booty shorts that show off a lot of cheek.
I’ve never seen her before. Beast catches me looking and glares.
“New girl, started a couple of nights back.”
He manages Elegance and is in charge of all the new hires, wait staff, dancers and everything in between. Beast isn’t the kind who shits where he eats, but he does eye the new girl with a strange look.
“What’s that look for?” I ask.
“She wants to dance, but isn’t old enough. What’s so fucking funny?”
“Your morals.”
“I take care of our girls.”
That’s true. I drink some more beer and watch her walk toward us, keeping the tray steady as she goes. It looks like one false move and she’ll drop the whole thing. She’s like Bambi, all long legs and huge eyes.
She turns our way as she gets closer and her eyes widen when she looks at me, then her cheeks flush the color of ripe strawberries.
“And that means you stay the fuck away.”
“You know I was back there getting my cock sucked, right?”
A crash behind us has us both turning around. She’s dropped everything on the floor.
“How good of a dancer is she?” I laugh. “Because she is a shit server. Nice ass though,” I note when she bends down to clean up.
Ellie, one of our long-term dancers, walks over and looks down at her, then over to Beast with an elegant arch of her brow.
He flips her off and turns back to his drink, so I do the same, minus the rude hand gesture.
It’s not of any interest for me to get involved but as she straightens up and talks in a low whisper to Ellie, I can’t help but watch.
“How old is she exactly?”
“Get fucked Calum.”
“The real name,” I grin at him.
“Stay away from my staff.”
“Didn’t we just have this exact conversation?”
“Where is Nero?” he changes the subject.
“Stryker’s with him.” That sobers my mood.
“Good. This shit with Storm is messed up.”
I couldn’t agree more. “What’s even more messed up is Nero having a kid no one knew about,” I say quietly.
He might have shared the news with us, that doesn’t mean we’re going to gossip about it where strangers could hear.
“Nope, having an old lady is the real fucking surprise.”
I laugh but don’t let on I’ve known about Taylor for a while. It was me Nero sent to make sure her house was secure early on. No man does that for just any woman.
“Last few weeks has been full of them.”
“All the more reason to be vigilant,” he reminds me, although he doesn’t have to.
Nero is a good President. He’s never done anything to have any of us doubt him. We will always have his back, even if it means dying for him. Hopefully that never happens to any of us. Although we lost a good guy.
And Chains. Fuck, things are getting messy. We thought we could get on top of the shit with Storm but a strange foreboding is growing in my gut. Not knowing where the cunt is, or what he is going to do next is worrying.
I tap the bar and get up. “I’m going home to sleep for two days.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Be careful, yeah.”
Beast flips me off and I laugh turning to walk away. I catch the little blond as she is about to go through the door to the back. Guess Ellie took her off wait duty. I’m not sure she’ll last. There is something too innocent about her, like she doesn’t belong here.
Now that I’m really looking at her, she’s fucking beautiful.
Beautiful women are dangerous. Young beautiful women even more so. It’s a full on bad idea to talk to her, never mind watch her ass wiggle as she slips through the door.
I try to put her out of my mind as I ride back to my apartment. The innocent wide-eyed look keeps popping into my mind’s eye. All that creamy smooth skin of her ass, and the side of her full, high tit when she reached for the broken bottles.
Fuck, she’s already trouble. It’s best I stay the hell away from Elegance, at least until Ellie fires her, which is inevitable. A girl like that doesn’t belong around us.
The sooner she realizes that, the better.