Without another word, I leave her alone, and go into my room, studying the contents of my closet. With little thought, I grab the first thing I find, which ends up being a pretty gold metallic pleated, and sleeveless deep V-neck romper. Shrugging, I throw the article of clothing onto the bed and disrobe.
Once dressed, I jump in fright when I hear a loud whistle coming from behind me, only to find Lexie standing there, staring at me.
“Chains is going to eat you up.” She announces with a smile.
I chuckle, sliding my feet into a pair of matching gold metallic stilettos. “I don’t think either of us will ride on the back of a motorcycle dressed as we are.” I tell her.
“You’re probably right. That’s why I called Sage; she and Everleigh are coming with the SUV.”
After I finished getting my hair and makeup done, there was a knock at the door following the sound of several Harleys coming to a stop in front of the building. Great, the neighbors are going to love us.
Clearing my throat, I let Lexie open the front door, grabbing my leather jacket as I trail behind her, Chains is standing there with Kick, Tiny and Riggs, his beautiful blue eyes latching on to me, darkening when he sees what I’m wearing.
Ignoring everyone else, stalks straight to me, wrapping me in his arms. Lowering his head, he buries his face in my neck, taking a long whiff of the perfume I sprayed on just before they arrived.
“You look beautiful, little one.” He groans against my neck, and I can feel moisture pool between my legs at the sound of his voice.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I reply, as a shiver runs down my spine in anticipation of the night. Since I accepted Lexie’s challenge to go to the club tonight, I was determined to enjoy myself.
“Shall we go?” Lexie calls out, a small smile playing around her lips when she sees me in Chain's arms.
Locking up, as a group, we all made our way to the parking lot where they parked their bikes, along with Sage's Escalade.
“I really want you on the back of my sled.” Chains tells me, not letting me go, as I made a move to get into the back seat of the SUV. “But I can see why Everleigh and Sage drove the Escalade instead.” He drawls, taking in my outfit which barely reached above the knee, leaving my legs exposed.
I throw my head back and laugh, unable to resist planting a soft kiss to his bearded cheek.
“There’s going to be plenty of other times for me to ride on the back of your bike.” I promise, forgetting completely that I was supposed to be angry with him.
He lets me go, and I scramble up into the seat, trying to not show off my panties, just as Lexie gets in beside me. Chains waits for me to buckle myself in before shutting the passenger door and heading towards his bike.
I can’t help watch him the entire way. And I feel safe and protected as all three bikes surround the Escalade all the way to our destination. My anxiety intensifies when I see the massive crowds milling at the entrance to the club, waiting to get inside.
Parking, we all scramble out, as the guys appear at our sides. Chains wraps a protective arm around my waist, and I can’t help but lean into him as he tightens his hold. I notice Riggs move to do the same, but Lexie steps out of the way, a look on her face, telling him to not get any closer. A nerve ticks in his jaw, but he keeps his distance.
We walk to the front of the line as Kick nods to the big bald man standing at the entrance as he waves us inside.
“Hey boss. Welcome.” He tells Kick as we walk inside. Entering the club, I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t what I saw. While I knew it was a strip club turned nightclub, I wasn't expecting to see women positioned throughout the club on different stages, in varying degrees of undress, with music blaring from every corner.
The venue boasted a large dancefloor where patrons could dance, and a curved bar where a bartender served them. With his hand possessively on the small of my back, Chains led me up a curved flight of stairs to what I presume was the VIP area, boasting luxurious seating and tables. But before I could find a seat, he guides me over to a comfortable leather chair on which he sits, then places me on his lap. I notice Kick and Tiny do the same with their women, meanwhile, Riggs has disappeared, and Lexie looks like she’s about to burst into tears.
I want to comfort her, but Chains tightens his hand on my bare thigh, leaning forward he says.
“Leave it, little one. They’ll work it out on their own.”
It takes everything inside me not to ignore his words. I know he’s right, and I should leave them to work things out on their own, but she’s my friend and I worry for her.
Just then, a young, perky server appears in front of us, a wide smile on her face when she sees that it’s the members of the DCMC. We order drinks all round, and some snacks, and not ten minutes later, we’re toasting, drinking and laughing. Something I thought would take me much longer to achieve. The whole time we’re there, Chains not once does he move from my side, and his hands are always touching me. I could kiss him for it, but then that would lead to something I feel I’m still not ready for.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Zoe
After my second cocktail, I’m feeling loose, so when Lexie grabs my arm and wants to drag me out to the dancefloor, I let her. I can see the battle in Chains’ eyes whether he should let me go, but I give him a look that hopefully tells him I’ll be okay, and he relents. We’re on the darkened dancefloor, the music’s pumping, and I’m completely in the moment, enjoying myself. I look up to the VIP section and see Chains looking down at us; I give him a little wave and go back to dancing. Safe knowing that he’s watching over me.
It's then I feel as though I’m being watched. My skin prickles, and feels overheated from the alcohol and dancing as my eyes dart around nervously. Of course, I see nothing, and feel like a fool for even thinking that Caleb is here somehow.
A movement at the edge of the dancefloor catches my eye, and I see a tall lanky guy with blonde hair, his familiar brown eyes staring at me. As I seize Lexie's arm, his lips curl into a chilling, almost malevolent grin, causing my blood to turn icy.