Chapter 34
Quinn
We headed out shortly after I found a cute little outfit to wear. Since the guys were going to be wearing their pig masks, I decided to go as a sexy wolf. It seemed fitting.
Never in my life did I figure I’d be dating three men at once, and all of them were okay with it. I officially had three boyfriends. And why not? Men in other countries had multiple wives; why couldn’t I have three super sexy, bad-boy, biker boyfriends?
The party we were going to was hosted by another chapter of their club, an hour away. There were tons of people there, most of whom were wearing cuts, even the women. There were other clubs there as well, but they only had two patches. “Who are they?” I asked, gripping Keith’s hand.
“We call them support clubs; they are under us. We call them ninety-nine because they follow ninety-nine percent of the law. One-percenters follow one.” He winked. “As long as you wear that cut, they have to respect you, so don’t be afraid.”
The clubhouse was much smaller than the one I was used to, with two separate buildings. One was set up for entertainment with pool tables, a dart board, and some cornhole boxes. The other had a bar and a large dance floor with more seating. It was crowded; I rarely got a chance to sit anywhere. The smell of weed was pungent through the air, overpowering the stench of cigarette smoke and vape clouds.
The first part of the night was spent being introduced to several different chapter members, and women came up to speak to me from time to time. The guys were also expected to mingle, but at least one of them always stayed by my side. The guys decided it was best for me to say I was a PO of their chapter. I liked saying that instead of just flat-out saying “property of.” Nobody asked for an explanation, and I didn’t have to lie and say I was with one of the guys and not the others. In fact, I didn’t have to lie at all. Everyone simply accepted the answer.
We headed out around three a.m., and by the time it was all said and done, I was tired and begging for a bed.
When we got to my apartment, all the men stayed on their bikes. “I’ll see you all tomorrow?”
“We have business to attend to tonight, and we’re running out of time. There are only three left, and then we’re finished,” Keith remarked.
I shuddered. They were about to drive off to kill someone. I wished I could make them stay and drop the entire campaign, but it was hopeless. The police had it coming, but it still made me a little sick to my stomach.
After kissing them all goodnight, I went to my apartment. I was passed out on my bed before I even realized I blinked.