Chapter 14 Mackenzie
MACKENZIE
“I mean, once you get used to all the tits, it’s pretty cool here.
” Freya smiles, winking at Lust as he walks by our table.
Chance went to get us more drinks, and we’re taking the time to debrief on what we’ve seen so far.
“The men are badass and so fine. Men in leather, who knew?” She scans the room, then pins me with her dark eyes.
“That Gia bitch is going to be a problem. She wants Chance. The other women seem friendly enough.”
My eyes go to Sassy, who is on her knees in front of Eagle. “Very friendly.”
“He’s probably been with all the women here,” I say to her in a low tone, my brow furrowing. “How am I meant to handle that? I’ve been with two men aside from him, and I’d like to pretend that Jesse never existed in the first place.”
“It doesn’t count if they never made you come.” She grins.
“Great, so I’ve only been with Chance then,” I mutter, and she bursts out laughing.
My smile drops when I see Cash getting into the ring with Zeek, who Chance explained to me was one of three prospects they currently have.
“If he hurts Cash, I’m going to kick his ass myself,” I mutter, and Freya shakes her head at me.
“He’s the president’s son, Kenzie. I’m sure this isn’t his first rodeo,” she assures me, resting her hand on my shoulder.
Chance puts our tray of drinks on the table and stares up at the ring. “He’ll be fine, watch him. He’s good.”
Cash and Zeek start slow, testing the waters before Cash comes in with some heated punches and a few kicks.
“Everett didn’t stand a chance,” I blurt, making Chance laugh.
“No, that fucker didn’t,” he replies, handing me my cocktail. “There’s been bad blood between their family and ours before Cash and Everett were even born. I went to school with his father, Paul, and we were just like Cash and Everett, like water and oil.”
“What happened?”
Chance scrubs a hand across his stubble. “I fucked his girlfriend at the time, and shit got even worse after that. He’s on the city council and tries to throw me under the bus whenever he can, and he made his son get in on his grudge, too. Everett is just like this father.”
“Of course you fucked his girl,” I mutter.
“She told me she was single!”
Zeek gets in a few hits and has Cash up against the ring. “Come on, Cash!” I yell out loudly.
When he’s out of Zeek’s hold and gets him with a hook to the jaw, I sit back down, feeling both Freya’s and Chance’s eyes on me.
“What?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink. “I don’t want to see him get hurt.”
Finally, the fight ends without any injuries or cuts, which is all I can ask for. Gunner sits and pulls Freya onto his lap—the two of them are clearly going to hook up tonight. If the sexual tension between them gets any hotter, they might end up like a few other couples in the corners.
“So who are you going to fight?” I ask Chance, hoping that it’s not going to be Gunner. He’s huge, tall, and built like a linebacker. Chance is tall, but Gunner is even taller, clearly the biggest man in the room.
“Who do you want me to fight?” he asks, casually surveying the room.
My jaw drops. “You’re that confident you’d even let me pick out any opponent?” I ask, shaking my head at him.
“Pick me!” Freya calls out.
I should pick Gunner to teach him a lesson.
“He was meant to fight Dutch,” Gunner says, staring at me with those onyx eyes of his.
“Which one is Dutch?” I ask, and Gunner points to one of the bikers at the pool table. He’s not wearing a T-shirt, just his leather cut over smooth, inked skin and abs for days. He looks like he spends every waking hour at the gym and has the cold face of a killer.
“Maybe not him,” I mutter, and everyone laughs.
“Why not? You don’t think I could beat him?” Chance asks, looking at Dutch with a contemplative expression. “You’re not very good for my ego, Siren.”
“Someone should keep you humble,” I tease, but I sober quickly when he stands and takes off his leather cut and T-shirt, leaving him in his jeans, sitting low on his hips. My mouth is suddenly dry as I admire his body, tattoos, muscles, and that sexy ‘V’ that disappears into his pants.
“Dutch!” he calls out, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Yeah, Prez?” Dutch yells back over the music.
“Let’s get in the ring, brother.” He lowers his face, his lips barely an inch from mine.
I want to taste them so badly. “I trained all these fuckers, and even though I’m older than some of them, I can still take them.
” He kisses me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth.
“Now, let me show you how I became president of a motorcycle club.” He heads to the ring, slides off his boots and socks, and stretches his neck from side to side.
“He’s fucking hot,” Freya pants, fanning her face. “He wasn’t even looking at me, and I was about to combust.”
I glance around at all the women, who are looking right at him, clearly feeling the same way. My gut tightens when Gia blows him a kiss, then looks directly over at me with a smirk.
“Ignore her,” Freya says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who?” Gunner asks, glancing around.
“No one,” I reply, looking back at Chance.
Cash sits down, taking his dad’s seat. “I love it when he gets in the ring.”
“Why?” I ask, sculling the rest of my drink and then licking the salt off my lips.
“Because he used to fight all the time, but now he saves it for special occasions.” He turns to me with a charming smile. “Like showing off for a special woman he wants to impress.”
Gunner laughs, nodding his head. “Yeah, I almost feel sorry for Dutch.”
Freya arches her brow at me, and I shrug, looking back at Chance, who is bouncing on his feet, staring Dutch down. He’s fighting in his jeans without a care in the world.
He turns to me and winks before they start circling each other. “Dutch knows MMA,” Cash explains to me. “Which is why he’s a good match for Dad.”
“He’s a trained fighter?” I ask, brow furrowing.
“I mean, all of us are trained in some ways, but Dutch trained at a proper gym, yeah,” Cash says, cracking his knuckles.
I’m concerned as I watch Dutch go for the first punch.
Chance moves out of the way just in time, his hands still on guard.
They each exchange a few hits, and Chance gets a kick into Dutch’s thigh, the noise echoing in the warehouse.
Then suddenly, so quick I almost miss it, Chance gets one hard hit in Dutch’s stomach.
Dutch drops to the floor.
“Fuck. Liver shot,” Freya murmurs, sounding impressed.
“Yeah, he’s out,” Gunner adds, wincing. “Prez is fighting dirty tonight.”
I have a feeling he’s going to be dirty later tonight, too.
Chance stands over Dutch, who tries to get up but ends up lying back down and groaning in pain.
“Well, that was over fast.” Cash laughs, turning to look at me. “Fucking show-off.”
“Anyone else?” Chance calls out, scanning the crowd. He rakes his hand through his hair, his bicep flexing with the move.
Fuck me. This man is so hot.
“What the fuck is he doing?” I whisper-yell, hoping no one decides to take him on.
When they don’t, my shoulders relax. Smirking, I stand up and walk to the ring. He leans over it, looking down at me with that hungry look in his eyes.
“I’ll take you,” I call out, and I hear a few people laugh.
He slides under the ropes and jumps down, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. “Damn right you’ll take me.”
“You wanted the Royal Bastard MC president, now you got him!” I hear Freya call out with laughter in her tone.
Traitor.
He carries me out of the warehouse and into the clubhouse’s main building, up a flight of stairs, and down a hallway to his bedroom. Locking the door behind him, he throws me onto the bed. Sitting up on my elbows, I watch his eyes roam over my body before landing on my face.
“I need you, now.”
I nod.
“Undress for me, Siren. Slowly,” he orders, his voice a deep rumble. “But keep the heels on.”