Chapter 13
Camo
S itting in the boardroom for a club meeting, Pres goes over a job that needs to be dealt with this week.
“Thorin, I need you to go to Maine. There is a red-haired witch who needs to let us borrow some of her virgin blood; try keeping your cock in your pants until after you have bled her." He arches a brow at the vampire.
Thorin laughs. “You know me well, Pres.”
“Oryn, take Shift with you. There is a piece of shit who needs to stop breathing, but before you do that, can you remove the fucker’s kidney? We have a teenage boy here who needs it. Try not to cause damage and deliver it to the usual place.”
My brothers nod to our leader.
Winger sighs, sitting back in his big oak chair that was donated to him by a client after we helped him find his daughter, who was taken by a clan of trolls.
“Okay, I have got word that there will be a fucking haunted house this Halloween, and our presence is needed for support. Mayor Walsh wants the club there to show that we are not a bunch of misfits and that we can be trusted. Fuck knows why he needs us to prove that to people, but it is not worth the headache.”
I love Halloween but when we do a party at the club, witches dance around naked, chanting and casting some minor spells that causes the sexual chemistry to go off the fucking charts.
A few years ago, I fucked six women in one night because my hard-on would not go down even after I came every time. Let’s say that my dick was left feeling used and abused, but hell, good times carry memories.
“I love a haunted house.” Cotton grins, rubbing his hands together.
“Yeah, fucking in dark corners. Having bitches cling to you, being scared, then they thank you with a good fuck or blowjob.” Rush laughs.
“Fucking kids, I tell you.” Pres groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Pres, you need to get laid, brother.” I bounce my eyebrows at him, making him scowl harder.
“I get just as much pussy as the rest of you, so I am good in that department, fuckers. Speaking of pussy, you have not been wandering off to visit yours.”
I shift in my seat, my fists tightening at the mention of Skyla.
I have not seen Skyla in almost a week.
My cock and balls fucking hate me, because there has been no interest in the club girls either, so my balls are turning blue. At times I have reached for my cell phone to call her, but I stop myself, thinking over our last conversation.
She wants more, and I do not think I can give her that.
Yet, the idea of someone else touching her, tasting her, and making her smile makes my blood boil.
“How is Skyla? No doubt she has already found herself another dick to ride; fuck, I could offer her mine,” Thorin says, grinning from his seat.
Without thought, I pull the knife from my ankle holder, stand, and launch the blade at him. With his stupid vampire reflexes, he catches the knife in his palm, and a trickle of blood seeps down, dripping on the table.
“CAMO, back down,” Pres bellows.
Leaning forward, my palms on the table, I glare at my brother, who is grinning at me.
“You touch her and I will fucking kill you, brother,” I growl. “We joke, we fuck around, but when it comes to touching something that belongs to me, you keep your fucking thoughts to yourself.”
“But she isn’t yours, though, is she, brother?
We have discussed this before. You have to claim her.
Just because you stick your dick in her does not mean she is yours.
Otherwise, that would mean that you claim the club girls with the amount you have fucked them, and I am sorry, Camo but it does not work that way. ”
“Stay away from Skyla. I fucking swear on my life; I will cut your head off.”
“Thorin, shut it. Camo, sit your ass back down,” Pres states.
I sit, keeping my laser focus on the man sitting opposite me.
“You have to claim Skyla, VP. She is free to fuck any other brother or man if she wants. You know what you need to do to stop all this bullshit, but your stubborn ass refuses to give in." My gaze snaps to Winger.
“You know why” is all I say.
“Camo, you are a chicken shit and you know it. Let her go then, let her live her life,” Oryn speaks up.
My gut knots, my chest gets tight. My soul is screaming at me to make her mine, but my head stops me.
What happened years ago taught me that having a mate, a lover, causes pain that is beyond imaginable. I had a friend, a fellow supernatural who fell in love, he found his mate.
They had nearly five years together. She was human; he was an elemental. In those five years, they had twin girls, who I adored as much as their parents. Then one day, it all came crashing down.
A lion shifter clan wanted him to use his powers to hurt another clan, and when he refused, they killed his wife, his soulmate, in front of him, making him watch as she died slowly, then they fed on the twins, who were two years old.
I had to watch one of my closest friends slowly die inside, as he buried his wife, and two empty boxes, as there was nothing left of his babies to bury.
I only had him for one more year after that, then he took his own life, leaving me and his family a letter saying that he needed to be with his heart.
I swore that day, standing behind his fresh grave at the cemetery, that I would never take a mate. The pain was something I never wanted to experience.
So I fucked. Being in the club helped me fuck my thoughts out of my head.
No words pass my lips in reply to Oryn; instead, I just stare at him. He sighs, shaking his head at me, then he focuses on Pres.
“Okay, moving on from this fucking gossip group. You will all be in attendance at the Halloween parade, join in, spread the good joy of the spirited season,” Pres states, then his eyes go white and he stares straight ahead, and we know that he is getting a vision.
We sit and wait until he is finished seeing what he needs to see. Winger being a seer has its advantages for being a president of a motorcycle club. He always has the advantage when a vision comes through. More times that I can count, it has helped us out.
Winger blinks, his eyes turning back to their normal green.
“What did you see?” I inquire.
A deep frown crosses his face, as he looks around the room.
“Fuck.” He rubs his hands over his face, then pushes his long hair back.
“The haunted house. A chick with long wavy dark hair, she was dressed in white. Go figure. Fuck knows what that means. I will look into it.”
I nod to him.
“We are done, unless you have anything to add.” He looks around the table.
Banging the gavel, he ends the meeting.
I exit the boardroom, which is also known as church, and head to my bike, needing to go to the Red Rope to check in on things. I am the main manager of the club, but we all chip in when needed.
I park my bike in our private space, where the doorman can see it at all times, not that anyone would touch a bike owned by a Kings of Anarchy member.
“Duff,” I greet tonight’s doorman.
“Camo. All good inside. Nothing too rowdy, yet.” He grins.
I nod and slap him on the back as I pass.
“Good to know.”
The music hits my ears, the bass sending vibrations through my body as I walk through the crowd. Women eye-fuck me as I pass, so I throw them a wink, making them giggle.
Men step out of my way, never wanting to get involved with a member of the Kings.
The short hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I get closer to the end of the bar. Halting my steps, I look around the room, making it look like I am checking out the customers.
My dick twitches when my eyes land on a woman dancing: her arms are in the air, her hips are swaying to the music, and I know that ass any-fucking-where. My hand, my mouth, and cock have been very intimate with that ass.
I keep my steps moving forward, making my way to the stairs that lead up to the balcony that overlooks the whole ground floor. As I reach the top step, one of the servers greets me with a flirty smile, and a tray in her hand with my preferred drink sitting in the middle.
I wink at her. “Thanks, babe.”
Licking her lips, she leans forward, giving me the perfect view of her tits in her top. “If there is anything else you need, Mr. VP, let me know.”
“Will do, sweetheart.” I tap her on the ass as she walks away, making her giggle, looking over her shoulder at me.
Fuck me, it is good being the VP of a club but also me being a supernatural brings the ladies on their knees in droves for a good time with one of us.
Resting my forearms on the railing, I look down over the patrons who are drinking, dancing, and enjoying themselves. A woman is sucking some guy off as he leans back in the booth to my right, and I smirk at the group of barely legal guys watching, rubbing their dicks through their pants.
As long as money is going into the register, I do not give a fuck what people do. Red Rope is a place where humans and supernaturals can feel safe. We are not a sex club per se, but if you want to find some pussy or dick to play with, we have rooms at the back that we charge by the hour to use.
If someone is wearing a white wristband then they are here for good time, no sexy time for them.
My gaze lands on Skyla and her friends, including the guy she is grinding her ass on.
An ass that belongs to me.
I grip the glass in my hand, and feel the tumbler start to crack so I ease up on it. Skyla knows that the Kings own this place, and she knows that one of the brothers would report back to me if they saw her with someone else, even if I have not claimed her.
Fuck me, this woman has me in fucking knots.
She drives me crazy.
I watch her have her fun; the guys she is with is getting too handsy for my liking but I have no claim over her. Fuck, it was me who walked away after she told me some home fucking truths that only pissed me off at her more.
The song changes and I see Skyla lean in and speak to her friend Eva, who is dancing with Clark. I did not see them with her, I only had eyes for Skyla and well, the cunt she was dancing with.
I watch her walk away from the group, the guy turning and following her. Gritting my teeth, I clench my empty fist as he presses his front to her back, making her giggle.
Fucking motherfucker.
Rage rushes through me, my blood hot in my veins.
How fucking dare she do this. Here of all places.
I throw my glass against the wall, and it shatters, spreading all over the black flooring like little diamonds in the light.
Marching down the stairs, I close the gap between us. Eva has joined them, and her eyes go wide seeing me. She speaks to Skyla, who turns her head in my direction.
When her eyes settle on me, they go wide, her lips parting.
She braces for me, and so she fucking should.