Chapter 13 Mackenzie
MACKENZIE
The clubhouse isn’t like anything I expected.
It’s a massive two-story house surrounded by huge iron gates on acres of land.
When they opened the gates, a brother by the name of Zeek let us through and escorted us from our car to a big shed that’s been transformed into a strip club slash fighting area, with a huge ring in the middle.
A blond-haired man with a scar down his face opened the door to let us in.
I saw him staring at me curiously, but he looked away when our eyes connected.
There are two bars with gorgeous women serving drinks, some of them topless, and then there are the club brothers and other women drinking, laughing, playing pool, and having a good time.
When I stepped inside and saw the same woman standing next to Chance, I felt sick.
It’s like being in a strip club right now, knowing all these pretty women have likely been with Chance.
I knew it would be like this, but having all their breasts in my face was something I hadn’t mentally planned for.
This is his life.
Heaven for him…
… depths of hell for me.
Freya, who isn’t one bit shy, walks straight up to Gunner and introduces herself. He is just her type, as I told her he would be.
Chance leads me around with his hand on my lower back, introducing me to all the club brothers I haven’t met yet, and even the women.
Most of them are friendly enough, albeit cautious, but Gia doesn’t bother to hide her disdain for me.
I’m guessing she wants Chance—thought she’d end up being his old lady, and now me being here is threatening that.
I don’t want any issues with anyone. I spend enough of my time in high school, so I ignore her and pretend I don’t notice the side eyes she’s throwing my way.
I feel so grateful that Freya is here because if anyone decides to start shit with me, I know she will have my back in an instant, and she’s a badass.
“What do you want to drink, Siren?” Chance asks me, pulling my attention away from one of the bikers making out with a half-naked woman against the wall. “A spicy margarita?”
My eyes widen in surprise. “You have those here? Looks more like a beer or straight whiskey kind of place.”
He grins and nods toward the bar. “I had them stock everything you need to make them today. I don’t think Zeek was too happy about me sending him off to buy fancy margarita glasses. I also told him to learn how to make them.”
“He’s going to love me,” I mutter in a dry tone, but Chance just laughs.
“He has no choice but to. Will Freya have one too?”
I nod, and he tells Zeek to make two. He goes behind the bar and gets to work, and I realize he purposely didn’t ask any of the women, who are serving all the other drinks.
When I look up at Chance, I find his eyes lingering on my legs and then my ass before he leans in close to whisper, “Fuck, I’m hard as a rock just looking at you.
What the fuck have you done to me?” He presses a soft kiss behind my ear, and then another one between my neck and shoulder. “And you smell so fucking good.”
“Nothing you haven’t done to me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about what I’m going to do to you later tonight,” he growls, raking his teeth across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
He kisses the corner of my mouth and then stands to his full height.
Lifting my chin to look at him, I give him a slow once-over.
He looks delicious in his white T-shirt, jeans, and leather cut.
His hair is perfectly tousled, and his ocean-blue eyes are filled with hunger.
For me.
“Why don’t you tell me what you have planned?” I ask, licking my bottom lip.
“Fuck it, let’s leave now,” he growls, just as Gunner calls out, “Prez! First fight is starting.”
“Fuck,” Chance rasps against my mouth, pressing another soft kiss before turning back toward the bar, where Zeek has placed the two margaritas and a beer.
He gives me my drink, then takes Freya’s to her, which I think is cute, before grabbing his beer by the neck and nodding toward the ring.
“You want to sit up there or back here?”
“Might as well be right in the action.” We share a grin, and he takes my hand and leads me to a seat directly in front of the ring, where two tall, shirtless men are leaning against opposite ends of the rope and staring at each other in amusement.
Chance points to the brown-haired man on the right side. “That’s Eagle. He’s my road captain. And the other brother is Dax, our secretary.”
They are both handsome, Eagle more rugged than Dax’s pretty-boy looks.
The women around here have plenty of eye candy, that’s for sure.
I turn my head to check on Freya, who is sitting next to Gunner, laughing at something he said.
She sends a wink at me when she catches me looking, and then mouths, He’s fucking hot.
I don’t know if she means Chance or Gunner because it would apply to both.
My cheeks heat when a woman brushes past my arm, her naked breasts touching me as she leans over our table. “Anything I can get you both?”
Chance keeps his eyes on me, and not the pretty pink nipples in my face, but he can’t hide the amusement on his handsome face. “I’m okay. How about you, Siren?”
“I’m okay, thank you.”
The woman nods, seeing my still-full cocktail. “We have food if you want something to eat, just let me know.”
“I will, thanks,” I reply, watching her as she heads to the next table. She was the other woman I saw Chance walking into the bar with the other day.
“That’s Sassy,” he explains, reaching out and taking my hand. He hesitates like he wants to say something, but then takes a sip of his drink instead. “They want me to fight tonight.”
“Are you going to?”
He studies me and shrugs. “I thought I’d leave it up to you.”
“Me?” I ask, surprised. This is a powerful man who does whatever the hell he wants. I never thought he’d give me such control over the night.
“Yeah, I know some women like seeing their man fight. It gets them all hot. And others, not so much. I thought I’d wait and find out which one you are,” he explains, running his thumb across my knuckles. “If it makes you wet, yes. If it makes you anxious, then no.”
Holy fuck.
The way he casually says shit like we’re the only two people in this room is such a turn-on.
I already know which one I’m going to be, but I say nothing, offering him a smirk and then turning back to the ring as the first fight starts.
Everyone starts cheering, especially when Eagle gets a punch in, and Dax’s head snaps to the side.
When Dax returns a punch, Eagle smiles with blood on his teeth.
They keep going, hitting and kicking, and it looks like the two of them are enjoying themselves if the psychotic grins are anything to go by.
“How long do they keep going for?” I ask, wincing when Eagle knees Dax in the stomach.
“Three rounds or until someone taps out.”
“Brutal,” I murmur, and he laughs.
“Baby, we need men who have our backs here. All the brothers are good fighters,” he explains, pausing and looking over my head. “Cash decided to show up.”
My mouth drops open. “You let Cash be here around all this…” I gesture to the half-naked women, and then back to my breasts.
Chance seems to find that amusing, but he tries to keep a straight face, ‘tries’ being the key word. “Siren, he’s grown up around this. Trust me, he’s used to it. Plus, he’s eighteen in a few weeks.”
“Miss Masters!” Cash grins, bending down and kissing my cheek. “Never thought the day would come when I would see you here.” He glances down at my outfit. “And you look hot! Better keep her close, Dad, or someone else will steal her.”
“They can try,” Chance declares, nodding toward the ring. “I hear you’re fighting tonight.”
“What?” I yelp, sitting up straighter. “You’re going to fight, Cash? Fight who? All the men here are grown-ass adults.”
The two of them share an amused smile, their identical blue eyes finding something cute about my outburst.
“Steel sharpens steel, Miss Masters,” Cash says, sitting down next to me. “If I want to be the best, I have to fight the best.”
“Please call me Kenzie when we aren’t at school, Cash. And can you be the best when I’m not here?”
“I’ll be fine,” Cash promises, holding his little pinky out to me. I wrap mine around his, and we shake, a promise locked in. “If it gets rough, Dad will stop the fight. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“So it’s a no for liking fighting then?” Chance surmises, eyes dropping to my lips. “Pity. I get in a certain mood after a fight.”
I narrow my eyes at him for saying that in front of his son. “It’s a no for Cash… and a yes for you.”
Chance’s eyes widen in surprise before he throws his head back and laughs, and I watch him, unable to look away. “Fuck, Siren. You don’t care about me as much as you do Cash?”
There’s a warmth in his tone that lets me know he likes how much I care about Cash.
“You sure you want the truth?” I tease, and Cash laughs, wrapping his arm around me.
“I always knew you were my favorite teacher. Plus, you know she’s closer to my age than yours, right, Dad?” Cash teases.
Chance reaches around to slap the back of his head playfully. “Don’t fucking remind her.”
“I like the whole older-man thing,” I admit. Chance gives me a hungry look that has me wishing we were alone right now.
Dax and Eagle finish their rounds, and then Lust gets into the ring with Custom. I can’t help but wonder where he got the scar that trails across his handsome face.
I finish my drink, and Freya leaves Gunner’s side to come and sit with us. I introduce her to Cash, who can’t stop staring at her. “Did we find anyone for me to fight?”
I’m low-key hoping that it’s Gia.
“No, but I’ll let you know if we do.” Chance smirks, reaching under the table to put his hand on my thigh.
Glancing around the room, I notice one of the women giving one of the bikers a lap dance while he’s sitting on the couch chatting to another biker.
Chance is in this environment every day.
Women.
Fighting.
The world at his feet.
Could I ever fit in here?
I need another drink.