Chapter 18
KADENCE
In Hawke’s truck, my nerves jangled with the engine’s rumble. If I didn’t start asking questions, I felt like my head might explode.
“So, is this boss big and scary like you?”
Fallon laughed, grasping his bicep. “Yeah, they are scary,” she joked, which didn’t help. “The boss will die for anyone in Hades and the motorcycle club.”
“So a big, brooding teddy bear with touch what’s mine and I’ll kill you vibes?”
“If that’s what you want to picture.” So I was right. “Oh, just wait until you meet this big, scary boss,” Fallon cooed maniacally in the seat as Hawke glared at her playfully.
Hades looked like any run-of-the-mill bar from the outside with dark brick and a neon silhouette of a naked girl on the window, but the inside couldn’t be seen through the blacked-out glass.
Inside, the club was completely different.
A glitter black floor that shined like diamonds was the first thing you noticed.
When you walked in it was designed like a seating area in a fancy restaurant.
The music could be heard, and some girls were walking to and from, but the stages couldn’t be seen at first glance.
As we walked further into the club, there were velvet booths lining the back wall, hidden in the shadows.
The only way I truly knew they were booths was from the men and women sitting in them, watching the stages.
There were ceiling lights that were dim, only emitting enough light to leave a sunset glow in the room and on the patrons.
It looked casual, like everyone was following a routine that didn’t look staged.
Everyone here was comfortable, and it didn’t scream sleazy or sketchy.
Hawke squeezed my shoulder in reassurance as Fallon took my hand to leave him and the annoyed looking blonde at the desk.
While waiting on Hawke, Fallon took me to the main stage area, and we stopped to watch two women dancing together.
This looked like intense foreplay, like they were moments away from ripping each other’s clothes off.
The taller, red-headed woman then flipped the shorter, blonde woman on her stomach and started grinding her hips into her, which caused the crowd to go wild and money fly.
They looked like they were on the verge of fucking on that stage, but by the look of the crowd, they wouldn’t mind a single moment of it.
I knew I had a flush of red on my chest crawling up to my cheeks.
That was possibly one of the hottest things I’d seen in a while.
Dominic loved that I was bisexual. He could watch me with other girls, and I was perfectly content.
I was very much fetishized by him, but it didn’t bother me at the time.
I was distracted. Women were beautiful, hand sculpted from the gods themselves, and when I had sex with other women, my orgasms were real—well, most of them.
It really made me question why I stayed with him so long.
Maybe out of spite for my father, or because he promised me a better life.
Of course, those promises were pretty white lies.
“Come on,” Hawke said. “Fallon, stay here and find someone to play with.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a sexy hum to her voice.
Hawke took me to an office upstairs, pushing it open. The moment I stepped inside, I turned to glare at Hawke because of the woman sitting at the desk.
“Blaize, we’re here,” he sang, not realizing we’ve already made eye contact. “Good luck kid.”
The bastard knew who she was this whole time, and that she hated me the moment she saw me. He closed the door leaving me alone with the woman—Blaize. I stepped closer to her instead of standing there dumbfounded. My coat fell open, and I saw her eyes linger on my body, stopping at my chest.
“You are beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I carefully slid off the trench coat, letting it drop to the floor. As she took in the outfit, something in her eyes changed. “I—”
She lifted her hand, standing up and walking toward me.
I watched the floor, fiddling with my nails as she got closer.
Her finger went under my chin, lifting my head so my eyes met hers.
Her eyes watched my lips, and I was pretty sure she could feel my racing pulse.
She grazed her lithe fingers down my body, her feather-light touch going down my neck, arm, and side.
Her fingers lingered slightly on my almost healed scar.
When her hand got to my hip, I froze, paralyzed like a deer in headlights at the soft caress.
“Do I need to stop?”
“I—” I didn’t know if I wanted her to stop. “No, no. I’m getting over…something, but I'll be okay.” My belly tensed as she ran her fingers up and down before she abruptly pulled her hand away from me.
“You wanna dance?”
“Possibly,” I muttered. “Hawke won’t let me work at Roadhouse, so here I am.”
She walked to the other end of the office, and she grabbed a chair from the corner by her bookshelf. That was when I realized the office was bare of personality. It was mediocre black and red with dark art on the walls. The books weren’t creased, so they weren’t being used for their purpose.
Blaize set the chair in the center of the room, sitting and watching me as she hit something on her phone and music played.
It sounded like Latin music, but I could be wrong.
I didn’t plan on stripping anytime soon, but I might be able to deal with lap dances with beautiful women.
Her thighs parted as she waited for me to do something, that cocky grin on her lips burning into my flesh.
I timed my footsteps to the music until I was standing between her spread legs.
My arms ran up my sides as I moved my hips to the music in a full circle.
When my eyes I met her face again, she was unfazed.
I grimaced, thinking I was doing a horrible job and embarrassing myself, but I pushed through.
She wanted a show? I’d give her a fucking show.
I kicked my legs over her lap and straddled her hips, my hands gripping the head of the chair.
My hips started to rock into her as I kept intense eye contact with her.
Being this close to her, her almond eyes were a beautiful shade of honey, mixed with chestnut brown.
She might not be giving me a reaction, but her blown pupils were.
I ran my hands down her chest, feeling the curve of her breasts, and it took everything in me not to let the moan fall from my lips.
She didn’t stop me. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra, letting the lace material release my boobs, before throwing it in the corner and running my hand up my chest. I leaned into her, keeping my hips in a constant beat until my chest was in direct contact with her eyes.
Fuck me. Why was this so hot? It was not my first time giving a lap dance, it was just the longest one I'd done. I’d only gotten to straddling the hips before a make out session started, and whoever I was with would fuck me or vice versa.
The music slowed, and so did my movements.
I rested on her lap, my bare chest heaving from the energy I put into that.
Blaize’s face was tense, a flush of color kissing her cheeks, giving me a sign of her reaction when her words didn't. The only other physical signs she showed was how tight her jaw was clenched, and I swear there was a blood vessel that was about to pop in her forehead.
I slipped off her hips, feeling a throb between my legs, and I knew when I peeled myself out of this set these panties were going to be drenched. Bending down, I grabbed my bra. The breath was stolen from my lungs as she grabbed me and pushed me until my legs bumped into something firm.
“I don’t trust you,” she abruptly snapped. The change in her tone made me jump slightly.
“I’m sorry?”
Her fingers dug into my chin, snapping my head to hers as her shirt brushed against my nipples.
I looked at her lips, licking mine, and then snapped my eyes back to hers.
I should not want to kiss her right now.
That goddamn lap dance made me horny, and I always had shitty taste in men. Maybe my luck was the same with women.
The short nails she had bit into my jaw, causing me to wince slightly, but I wouldn’t break eye contact with her. “Hawke might trust you, but I don’t. I don’t know what you did or who your pussy persuaded, but I’m going to watch you. One slip up and you're gone.”
“I. Didn’t. Sleep. With. Anyone,” I hissed behind gritted teeth.
“I don’t care what you did, Kadence. One fucking mistake, and you will regret it. Do you understand me?” I swallowed the bitter words that laced my tongue, and nodded. “Good girl. Annika will show you the club.”
She let go of my face, and I rubbed my jaw as I watched her walk back to her desk, pulling out her phone and telling someone to come and get me.
I was stunned at what she accused me of, calling me a whore when she didn’t know shit about me.
If I didn’t need money, I’d tell her to shove this job up her fucking ass.
I slipped my bra back on when there was a light knock on the door, and a blonde girl with pink streaks walked in with tight pigtails, wearing a schoolgirl's outfit with pink fishnets that matched her hair. She had hickeys that she tried to hide on her boobs, but the top wasn’t covering her well.
Her smile was big and bright as she looked at me.
“Hi!” she beamed, a little too chipper for the vibe in the office. Read the room, sweetie. Read the fucking room. “I’m Annika. Blaize said I need to show you around the club.” She pulled me into a tight hug, but I stayed still, unable to process her happiness.
“I'm sorry, I’m not a big touchy person right now.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. My love language is physical touch, and I love hugs. I’ll ask for consent next time, I promise.”
“You’re fine. I’m Kadence, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you. Let’s go!” She took my hand, and just as she closed the door, I heard Blaize release a line of curses.
It took a total of twenty minutes to tour every aspect of the club.
The private rooms were all different; some had beds, which I thought was odd since it was a strip club, but I didn’t question it.
Annika was speaking, but I really wasn’t listening to her upbeat attitude.
My mind was still wiring everything that happened in Blaize’s office.
I didn't know what was wrong with that woman, but she was a raging cunt. I knew when she touched me, my skin was electrified in an instant. My body reacted to her, and my pussy was still soaked. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“The club closes at two every night except for Friday and Saturday. It’s open later,” Annika went on.
“That would make sense since it’s the weekend.”
“We have staggered shifts like tonight, I get off at midnight. You can wait around, and I can take you home.”
The clubhouse was my home for the last two weeks. Hawke said he didn’t want me back in that motel, but now I had nowhere to go. Annika looked at me with a concerned look on her face.
“Uhm, I actually don’t have a place yet. I was staying at the clubhouse, but I feel like they are tired of me.”
I didn’t want to go back to the Reaper’s clubhouse, because they deserved to have their domain back without a traumatized girl waking up screaming or jumping at the racket of a pool ball. Hawke said he would pick me up later, but I didn’t want him to waste his time.
She scrunched her nose. “I’m not taking you to a motel. You can stay with me. I have a spare bedroom in my apartment.”
“I couldn’t impose.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll text my boyfriends to let them know.” I nodded. I wanted to question what she meant by boyfriends, but it was something I would deal with later.
“Awesome. I need to take you to Hunter. She needs to get you into the system and everything.”
She took my hand and pulled me back to the front of the club, where a tall, slender woman in black leather waited.
Her feet were kicked up on the desk as she typed on her MacBook.
She saw Annika and gave her a faint smile, before it faded completely when looking at me.
Her eyes skimmed my body, lingering on my sensitive spots.
“Are you the issue?”
“I’m sorry?”
She leaned forward. “I don’t know you, and I know everyone. What do you need, Annika?”
“This is Kadence.”
Her perfectly defined brow arched, as she tapped her pen against the top of her laptop. “Ahh, you’re Kadence. Where you from, kid?”
“Kansas,” I lied. I should’ve chosen a state that didn’t have a country twang with my New Yorker accent. Fuck, I was an idiot.
She looked at me, like she could read straight through my lie. “Uh huh. Okay, Hayes. I’ll have you in the system by tomorrow. Are you on drugs?”
“Does alcohol count?”
She smirked. “You know what, I think we’re going to be best friends.”
“Better than being bitched at. Does Blaize not get enough dick and pussy from Hawke and his wife to make her less of a fucking bitch?”
“I’ll let you deal with that,” Hunter said, laughing as she closed her laptop.
“I wouldn’t let Blaize know you thought she was fucking Hawke.
Fallon might get jealous.” Annika looked at me and laughed as Hunter walked away.
“Babe, Blaize is a raging lesbian. Only thing she does involving Hawke is maybe teasing his wife and watching them have sex. You couldn’t tell with the black slacks and button-up? ”
“Uh, I guess my gaydar is a little rusty.”