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By the time we break apart, we’re both panting and trying to fill our lungs with air. I always get so lost in our kisses and don’t give a shit if I can’t breathe. Alana presses one more kiss against my lips before she carefully gets off my lap and adjusts her clothing. I stand and try to think of anything that will make my cock go down before I head out for my first appointment of the day. When we make our way back out the main floor of the shop, another woman is standing against the counter, frustration filling her face until she spots me. I watch on as she pulls her shirt down to expose more of her chest while a fake smile covers her face.

“Ghost, I’ve been waiting out here for you so long,” she pouts, her whiny voice grating on my nerves. “Why would you make me wait?”

This bitch is completely ignoring my girl at my side as I pull Alana even tighter against my side.

“My man was taking care of me and will make anyone wait when I need him,” Alana speaks up, making the girl turn her attention her way for the first time.

“Honey, Ghost would never be with a girl like you. He needs a real woman in his life and never makes me wait when he’s taking care of me,” the girl lies to Alana’s face as she looks at her with disgust filling her face.

“Really? You’re such a woman you have to come into a tattoo shop and lie while flirting with one of the men here. You pull your shirt down to expose your chest like a slut and seriously think that’s the kind of woman Ghost wants.Honey, he can get that shit at the clubhouse and know he’s not gonna have a stage five clinger on his hands. You’re nothing to him and never will be. I’ve known Ghost my entire life and he’s in my bed every night. This is my man so I suggest you run along and find a man who actually wants you instead of continuing to come off as the desperate slut you are,” Alana says, rubbing her hand up and down my abs while moving even closer to my side and glaring at the woman at the counter. “Ghost will no longer be tattooing you for any reason. If you want to get work done, Beckett or Crab will be more than happy to assist you.”

“Now you think you can tell him who he can work on. Ghost won’t let that shit stand,” she says, trying to act as if she knows what I’ll say in this situation.

“Actually, my woman doesn’t want me to work on you, so I won’t. She’s said what’s gonna happen movin’ forward. You can either get on board or leave. Our shop will more than survive with or without you comin’ here,” I tell her, stopping the argument before it even gets started. “Either way, today is booked full now and there’s no time for you. Make your decision and call for an appointment later next week.”

I give Alana my full attention as the woman hesitates for only a few seconds before she storms from the shop and lets the door slam closed behind her. Beckett and Crab start laughing hysterically as I help Alana in her seat before giving her a kiss and heading to my station to get ready for my appointment. I don’t take my eyes off my girl as she removes the girl from the schedule and makes a note that she’s only allowed to get work done by Beckett or Crab moving forward. Alana won’t be here as long as I will today and I know as soon as she gets home she’ll order the furniture we picked out for the house. I’ll make sure Colton calls to get it delivered immediately so we can move in and free up another room at the clubhouse for everyone.

Chapter Seventeen

Geek

WAKING UP, EVERYTHINGis already in complete chaos. The ol’ ladies and Prospects are cleaning every inch of the clubhouse while also preparing food for everyone to eat. Vault did make sure to remind them not to go overboard because Skylar will need her time in the kitchen so she can relax and get away from everything going on with her daughter and the asshole who’s after her. Alana isn’t helping the ol’ ladies right now. She’s locked in our room ordering groceries, things we’ll need for the kitchen, and anything else she can think of that we can’t wait on. Ghost left after taking a quick shower and cup of coffee to wait at the house for the delivery trucks to show up. With all the furniture arriving today, he’s got Jinx and Zayden with him so they can help get the truck unloaded as quickly as possible. I’m currently in the clubhouse with a few of the guys who haven’t left for work waiting on Cage, Joker, Skylar, and Pops to show up. With a cup of coffee in front of me, I’m watching all the chaos unfold because there’s nothing else I can do. Especially now that Annabell is about to tell the Phantom girls they won’t be here for the next few days or however long it takes to deal with this shit.

“Listen the fuck up!” Annabell calls out when the girls blatantly ignore her. “Liz, this is your last fucking warning. If you don’t shut up and sit down, you’re out bad as of right now. No one in this club will touch you and I can guarantee that all the other clubs in the area will also ignore you. You’ll have nothing left other than to find a pimp. Now, we have another club coming into town. While usually you’d be here to help entertain them, this isn’t the case in this situation. You’re not going to be here. The club is paying for you to stay in a motel. If you’re needed at the clubhouse, we’ll send someone to pick you up. I can guarantee you right now it won’t be all of you at once. Liz definitely won’t be here if I have my way. Get to your fucking rooms and get some things packed up. You won’t be allowed back once you’re removed from the compound.”

“You really think we’re not gonna be in the clubhouse when other clubs are showing up?” one of the other Phantom girls questions Annabell with a smirk on her face. “We’ll go to Vault with this and you’ll finally be put in your place.”

“This order is from Vault!” Annabell yells, her face turning red with anger as she stares at the ignorant bitch standing next to Liz. “The guys in the club coming here aren’t single for the most part and none of them will touch you once they find out what you’ve done to Alana. Two of them are her brothers and the rest are all family. If they want to get laid, they know how to find women to fuck for the night. You are now on probation along with Liz. So even if we call some of the girls here, you won’t be one of them.”

“Vault!” the same girl yells out as Liz cocks out a hip and plasters a fake frown on her face while also making her eyes tear up. “Annabell just told us that we’re not allowed at the clubhouse until you say otherwise and that I’m on probation with Liz. Neither one of us has done anything wrong and Annabell’s on some kind of power trip. Can you please tell her that she’s wrong? The guys coming in will need us.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Vault questions her, his voice low and lethal as he stares at the bitch while walking up to his wife and wrapping her in his arms. “Annabell has final say over all of you. I’m the one that said you’re fuckin’ leavin’ because that’s what weallvoted on in church. None of us want your skank asses here when we’re dealin’ with shit you have nothin’ to do with. As far as Liz and you not doin’ anythin’ wrong, I have a feelin’ that’s hardly the truth. We all know Liz has confronted Alana more than once at this point and doesn’t know how to keep her mouth fuckin’ shut. And from what you just said about my wife to me, I know you’re not innocent either. In fact, I’m gonna say right now that you and Liz are both on probation even longer than the original time we decided on. Right now, you won’t be let off until Annabell, myself, and the rest of the members say. I’ll also be includin’ Alana in that decision because of Liz. Watch your fuckin’ step movin’ forward or you won’t be comin’ back here at all. Now go pack your shit because you leave in ten minutes. Anyone not ready will have nowhere to stay.”

The girls all scramble from the common room because they can tell the kind of mood Vault’s in. He’s pissed as fuck and they don’t want to push him anymore than what that bitch already has. Even Liz had a look of fear in her eyes before she disappeared down the hall to her room. I have a feeling those two won’t be lasting much longer in this clubhouse. They’re getting too bold and acting as if they don’t have to follow the rules of the clubhouse or anything Annabell adds on because she doesn’t have a dick swinging between her legs. When it comes to them, she has all the power and it’s time they understand that shit once and for all.

“Where are Alana and Ghost?” Valor asks, walking up to where I’m sitting and taking a seat next to me.

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