Page 12 of Lamb

LAMB

“It’s over, boys.” Wolf slammed the gavel on the table with a resoundingbang.

Cheers lit up around the room, chairs falling back as the men stood with pride and joy, exchanging fierce handshakes and powerful smacks on the shoulder. Church became a parade as the burly men formed into a mosh pit of leather and sweat.

I stepped into the corner, careful not to let one of the elephants tread on my feet. “Next time, let’s announce news like this in the clubroom where there’s more space.”

“Let them be.” Wolf chuckled, his shoulders relaxed for the first time in a long while. He leaned back in his chair, setting the gavel gently back on its pedestal. “The war is yet from finished, but a long battle is over; they deserve to celebrate.”

“I knew we’d get those fuckers!” Polo, the old and wild man, yelled from somewhere hidden in the crowd. There was no chance I’d see him through the giants that now ran the club. The older generation had withered, not just in mind but in height.

“The Black Jacks are nothing compared to us!” someone else, a younger voice, shouted.

I rolled my eyes, looking across at my president. The huge man’s head came close to my shoulder. “This room was built for active members, at most. Every member is beyond capacity.”

An arm jerked around my neck, and I was soon pulled close into a warm, stiff chest. “We did it, brother!” Jax yelled right into my ear drum. “Nothing like taking a bullet for you guys, but I don’t think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon.”

A saccharine smile pulled at my lips. I didn’t fight his grasp but turned my gaze to meet his. “Do you want to bet on that?”

Jax’s joy simmered into caution. His eyes darkened as he quickly registered the situation he was in, and the exact brother he was holding onto. Even so, he held me a moment longer than any other brother would have done. But, unsurprisingly, he did eventually slip his arm away from my neck and back to his side. “I think I’ll pass …” Jax meekly mumbled.

His muteness lasted until he caught sight of a different brother. Once again, the hyperactive man-child was bouncing off into the crowd, leaving me safely next to Wolf’s impenetrable, humorless fortress before any other brother got a little too excited and grabbed onto someone they shouldn’t. Even seated, Wolf was the size of a body shield in front of me.

My shield gave me a sympathetic smile before taking in a deep breath.

“Shut up!” Wolf bellowed, and like a switch, silence rained down on the room.

They all turned, frozen in motion, to their president.

The towering man looked over each one. “Party starts in an hour.” Chuckling at the sight, he rose out of his chair.

Whoops and hollers blasted through the room, and with a spring in their steps, the men piled out with raucous energy that would only grow and grow into the night.

I watched as the dense crowd trickled out until just myself and my president were left in the room. “I should—”

Wolf’s meaty paw dropped onto my shoulder, toppling me to one side. I recovered and gave the thing a curious stare before I moved up to my president’s face. His lips were pressed into a fierce, thin line between the scraggly salt and pepper bush on his face, but his eyes were clear. “Stay for the party,” Wolf said. It was a command, not a suggestion.

I reached for my phone in my pocket, the square plastic pressing against my chest. I shook Wolf’s hand from my shoulder, brushing away the thick creases he left in my leather cut. “I was planning to,” I lied, turning on my heel and walking out the door before Wolf could say anything more.

I disliked being told what to do, and Wolf knew it.

“Iwant to leave.” I sighed, taking a long draw of water. I stared at it glumly, wishing for a lightly aged whiskey or a full-bodied wine. But I would be riding back the second I was allowed to leave, and nothing would stop that.

“Hey!”

Which meant no precious alcohol to absolve me of my torture. Instead, I stood behind the bar, watching people get trashed and laid.

“Hey!”

Three hours was more than enough.

“Hey! Blondie!”

I turned my head.

I was unsurprised to see two generous tits pressed into the varnish of the bar, nipples dark chocolate against deep honeyed skin. I didn’t let my gaze linger, moving up to her face, meetingendless black eyes. They were glazed and unfocused, running up and down my length with a languid gaze.

“Finally,” she slurred, shifting herself further onto the bar, her ass now propped up into the air for all to see, tits making their way over the other side of the bar, dangling free, nipples pert and pointing down to the floor. “What does it take for a girl to get attention around here?”

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