Page 36 of Hell Bent

Chapter Twenty-Two

With the weather still being shit, Vicious couldn’t put Sway on the back of his sled. He was sure he’d love having her legs wrapped around his waist as they blasted down the highway.

He was about to go search for her in the bedroom when she stepped into view. His mouth went dry at seeing her. The tight black concert tee was stretched firmly over her chest, making her rack more impressive. The jeans were bootcut and distressed, hugging her hips nicely. He’d never been jealous of clothes, but at the moment, he was. She even paired the outfit with black motorcycle riding boots. Vicious was positive she’d purchased them because she thought they were cute and not for riding.

“Baby, I’m not sure you can go dressed like that.”

Sway was shocked. It had taken her half an hour to find something she thought would be suitable for the clubhouse. “Will I look out of place?”

“No. I just don’t know if I want my brothers to be eye-fucking you with me watching.”

“Would you rather them eye-fuck me without you there?”

“What I want is them not to be eye-fucking you at all.”

“Should I change?”

“Nope. They can all be jealous of those jeans just like I am.”

“Hush.” Sway laughed, pulling on her black pea coat.

With her hands sweating and her nerves on edge, Sway let Vicious guide her across the parking lot and through a pair of ornate metal doors. When they entered, the full extent of the clubhouse was laid out in front of her. “Wow, this place is amazing. Wasn’t this a textile building way back?”

“It was. You’ll see a lot of the original architecture when we’re walking around.”

Loud music blasted from hidden overhead speakers. Several closed doors and one open door were to the right of her. As they walked farther into the large open room, Sway glanced through the open door and immediately wished she hadn’t. A threesome was making good use of a bed in the middle of the room. Averting her gaze, Sway tried not looking, but it was hard not to. It was like animal breeding.

Just when she thought they were getting away from embarrassing situations, one of the men walked out naked, carrying a naked girl over his shoulder as she giggled and squirmed.

Spinning around, she bumped into Vicious. “Shit. I thought the party would’ve been over by now.”

“Party?”

“Yeah, they had a poker game last night and it can get crazy.”

“Are those women property of those guys?”

“Fuck no. They’re club girls. They’re property of the club.”

“Which means they screw everyone?”

“And everyone screws them.”

“Do you?”

“I haven’t in a long time.” He wanted to say since he laid eyes on her, but instead, he steered her toward the kitchen. Vicious realized how wrong he was when they entered, and Sway backtracked.

There on the stainless-steel kitchen island was Tea and Kiki enjoying a meal. The problem was, they were both the meal. “Hey, Vicious, do you and your friend wanna join us?” Kiki asked as the couple walked in.

Tea took that moment to come up for air. Seeing the VP’s friend was uncomfortable with their behaviour, she piped up. “Come on, V, you know you like it.”

“No, you two enjoy yourselves.”

Sway jerked her hand from his as she moved back into the hallway. “You’re pushing your luck, Tea.” He watched her feign shock. He’d make sure Zoe took care of the girl, and if she didn’t, he would.

Leaving the kitchen, he went in search of Sway. He found her trying to get back to the front door. She looked like the little ball inside a pinball machine. At every turn, there was something happening. Making quick work of the distance between them, he grabbed her by the hand, making her jump.

“Bathroom. Where’s the fucking bathroom?” she blurted out.

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