Page 25 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

I didn’t know why she did it, her large, fake tits didn’t turn me on, and they never had. But it didn’t stop me from thinking about another pair of perfect tits sleeping in my bed. My eyes dropped briefly to the tiny triangle covering her shaved mound. It was so tight that half of it was up in her slit.

“See anything you want?” Excitement simmered in her brown eyes.

Sid was used to coming to my room when I returned from a long run. It had become a habit, especially once she knew that I’d stopped fucking the other sweetbutts. She obviously misinterpreted my look. “Fuck no,” I snarled, preventing her from removing the bottom piece when she reached for it.

Her expression darkened, her hands faltering at the ties at her sides. “Why not? You fucked her!” She accused, slapping her hands on her bony hips.

Well, that answered the question as to how long she’d been in the hallway, but what pissed me off was her fucking attitude. I struck before she had a chance to realize her mistake, gripping the front of her neck and pushing her back against the wall. Her eyes rounded with fear, but didn’t prevent me from tightening my hold.

I lowered my face down to hers and grated, “You forget yourself, bitch. You don’t ever fucking talk to me like that. You don’t own me. You aren’t anything to me. Just because I let you suck my dick doesn’t mean I want you.” She coughed a little, her face turning red. “Understand?”

The only thing she could do was nod. I released her and she nearly slumped to the floor. “Now go find someone else to bother.”

With a huff she scooped up her top and rushed down the hallway. I shook my head and headed down to the bar and strip club. I liked to stick my head in when I was around, to make sure things were running smoothly. Every night of the week was a fucking madhouse down there.

We’d lucked out purchasing the old abandoned farm house after it’d been on the market for years. Absolutely no one had shown any interest and we’d picked it up at a steal, mostly because it was located so far outside of any local towns it was the perfect location for an MC that wanted seclusion from nosey citizens. The whole house had been gutted and reconfigured to make a bar, restaurant, kitchen, and clubhouse. The kitchen separated the restaurant and the bar so that we had two independent businesses. Upstairs rooms were used by the brothers.

The five club sweetbutts, including Sid, didn’t live on the property. They had their own places, but they did have access to some of the rooms upstairs for private entertaining. The club paid them for waitressing and dancing but if they wanted to earn a little extra on their backs who was I to stop them? As long as we weren’t tagged by the authorities for running prostitution it wasn’t any of my business what went on behind closed doors.

The girls knew that, and they knew what would happen if they fucked up. We might have been an outlaw club and done the occasional illegal shit, but there on home ground we tried to keep things on the up and up. That also included the tattoo and gun shop the club owned in town. We paid taxes on those businesses. That allowed us to divvy up and keep the money we earned under the table for extracurricular activities. Most of us used the extra income smartly.

I smirked, reaching for the door that led to the back of the bar. We were fucking upstanding citizens.

As I entered the main room I scanned the crowd. So far it looked tame. Marnie, Lynn and Janet were each at their perspective stripper poles. Snake and Joanne were behind the bar. As the door closed behind me I caught Joanne’s eye and motioned her over.

“Welcome back, boss,” she smiled, popping a mouthful of gum.

“We have a guest upstairs,” I began, looking down at the smallest sweetbutt in the club and assessing her size. Like most of the girls Joanne was thin with a huge rack, and about the same height as Audra. “Round up some clothes for her to wear and take them up to my room.”

She gave a nod and took off without question. I made my way over to Snake, who had just finished pouring a beer. He set it down in front of the patron and turned my way.

“Hey, Prez.”

“Been quiet around here?” I asked, scanning the crowd.

He shrugged. “For the most part. Had a few nomads in here the other night but they were cool. A fight broke out Saturday night over a chick, but we put a stop to that shit fast.”

“Regulars?”

He nodded. “I reminded them of the rules.”

First offences were free, second offenses got a man banned from the establishment for six months, and a third offense was forever. First time visitors to Naughty Nights didn’t get any second chances. We couldn’t afford trouble at our home base. The only time I wanted the law at our doors was if they were here to drink and enjoy the girls dancing. Hell, a couple of them had even taken a girl upstairs for a little private time.

“Heard you wiped the floor with Covacks’ boys.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, recalling how brutal the fights had been. Covacks’s fighters were lethal fucks, trained for death matches explicitly. That’s what made the pot so fucking high. If you went into the ring with a Covacks’ fighter and won, you took home big money. Death matches didn’t necessarily mean that you killed your opponent, but you came damned close to it.

I thought about the gruesome scene we’d come upon on our way home. Christ, if it turned out to be Covacks’ son there was going to be hell to pay. People would die. You didn’t take something from Covacks without starting a war. I’d made the call to him during church, telling him of our suspicions, and he’d taken the news with the deadly calm and cool indifference he was known for. There was nothing to do now but wait.

“So, what’s with the new chick? I heard she’s a looker.”

“She’s not here for the club.” The thought of her tight little pussy made me wish that she was. “Gonna be turned loose as soon as I know the club is safe from her old man.”

Snake’s brows rose. “She on the run?”

I nodded. “The man she’s running from wants her ass back, too. We’ve already had a run-in with a couple of his people. Fox is looking into it now.”

“Oh, by the way, the naughty room is booked this weekend.”

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