The Clubhouse goes wild as Bambi pumps them up. Brother’s yell and cheer, Lilah and Willow whistle from the bar.
“Listen up, party animals. Tonight, we have a very special treat for you all. My girls are here to try out for our brand-new spotlight down at the club. Now sit back and let’s see what these ladies have to offer!”
A group of girls come strutting in the Clubhouse. They are in various outfits and some of my single Brothers go wild. I, on the other hand, only have eyes for Bambi.
She is hands down the best looking one in this Clubhouse tonight. Bambi is a breathtaking woman, and I don’t want anybody else to have her. I don’t care if I drown that angel in my darkness, I can’t be without her.
Bambi makes her way to Lilah and Willow, not even looking at me as she passes. I can smell her sweet scent as her hair whisks inches from my face. Sweet honey with hints of lavender and spearmint. It’s an intoxicating smell that always brings me to my knees.
She sits down between Lilah and Joker, placing her arm right up against that stupid fucker’s arm. It makes me so mad that he flirts and has dumb little nicknames for her.
I growl as Zane brings me another beer. “Get me something stronger.”
He just nods as he grabs the bottle of whiskey from the bar shelf. Zane places it in front of me and walks away.
He makes his way to the other end of the bar and leans in to talk to Bambi. I rip the top off the bottle as Bambi throws her head back and laughs.
All of them can get fucked.
I get up and try to get closer to Bambi, but Joker moves so he’s right behind her. Zane steps out from behind the bar as another Prospect takes over. Joker takes his seat again and Zane stands right behind her. There’s no way I’m getting close to Bambi tonight.
Fuck those two. Fuck Striker and Mav for being okay with all of this. Fuck Lilah and Willow for helping her out. And most of all, fuck Bambi for ruining my life and any future relationships.
Throughout the night, I sober up, but Bambi just drinks more. I’ve never seen her get this drunk in her life. It pisses me off that Joker and Zane are pouring her more alcohol.
I storm over to the pool tables to try and get my mind off of this shitshow unfolding behind me.
Striker gets up when his phone rings and taps Zane on the shoulder. Zane nods and cleans up the bar, switching Bambi over to water.
Striker heads up the stairs, then points toward Zane to follow him. As he’s walking out from behind the bar, he bumps into me.
“Fucking watch it, Prospect.”
Zane snorts. “Fuck off, Goose.”
I whip around and push him back. “Want to fucking repeat yourself? You seem to forget who you are around here, Prospect.”
Striker runs down the stairs and Joker comes over, a very drunk Bambi on his arm.
“Hey, man. Our littleCarinahere needs a ride home. Get your head out of your ass and take care of her. She’s got feelings for you. Genuine feelings. Stop breaking her heart over stupid shit.”
I grab Bambi and pull her into me. She giggles and wraps her arms around me. I glare at Joker as he kisses her on the forehead.
“You don’t know shit, man. Stay the fuck out of my business. Worry about your takeover instead.”
I guide Bambi out the door as she hugs everybody goodbye. Lilah and Willow give me dirty looks as I place my hand on the small of her back and the other on her hip.
“Come on, babe. Let’s get you home and sobered up. You’re gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow. What were you thinking?”
Bambi just giggles as we head out the door and into the brisk night air. “I just wanted to forget. Forget all the things, Goose!”
I sigh as we get to her car. I grab the spare set of keys she had given me and unlock the car.
“Come on, angel. No more drinking like this. Let’s get you in the car. Are you gonna puke? Need a bag?”
Bambi just giggles as she slides into the seat and clumsily buckles up. “Shhhh. I'm all good, baby. Take me home now.”
I close her door and get into the driver's side to start the car. Driving out of the compound, I turn the music up and Morgan Wallen’s song,Chasin’ You,comes on.