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I look back to her friend and she looks terrified. Why did Heather bring her here? She most definitely couldn’t be an old lady and she is definitely not looking for an easy lay. I almost feel bad and want to bring her in and protect her. Some of the brothers are giving her “what the fuck” looks. They aren’t used to seeing women with that much clothing on. Every inch of her body is covered except for a little skin near her neck and her hands.

I turn back to the bartender to order a shot and when I turn back she is gone. I look out and see Heather with Butcher. She is sitting on his lap and laughing. The guys know not to fuck with her. Ever since her brother passed, the brothers of the MC watch her like a little sister.

I wonder where her friend went, not my business to know but I feel like I need to know.

Jesus Breaker what the hell is wrong with you?

“Pres.” I turn to see my VP Tank.

“What’s goin’ on brother?”

“Did you see the nun that Heather brought in?”

“Yeah, what of her?”

“She looks scared shitless. Why would Heather bring her?” My VP has a soft spot for damsels in distress.

“I don’t know man. She is a doctor or some shit like that.” I finish off my beer. Thinking of her violet eyes. Where have I seen them before?

CHAPTER 5

Charlotte

Idon’t know what I was thinking coming here with Heather. She introduced me to the President of this biker club named Breaker. I was stunned silent with how beautiful he was. He had the most gorgeous green eyes, brown hair, and chiseled face. The muscles and tattoos that ran along his body, had me stunned. I wanted to know the story of each and every one of them but I could tell he was dangerous. That didn’t stop the feeling between my legs though.

The way he looked at me while he drank his beer made heat pool in my core. I had to walk away because I felt him bringing out emotions that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wasn’t a virgin by any means but I hadn’t been with a man in over three years since moving in with my brother. He didn’t let me date. He caught me looking at a man at the market once and went over and beat the guy to a pulp. That was just the beginning. When we got home he turned his bloody fists on me.

I never told anyone what he does to me because he is my brother. He is the only family that I have left. I always told myself each time he hit me that it would be the last time. I was wrong each and every time, it only got worse. He started burning me with cigarettes but only on body parts hidden easily covered with clothes. It is why I always wear long sleeves and baggy pants. Lately, he has been burning me on my thighs with his cigarettes because he thinks that if any man has the balls to ever get my pants off they will be grossed out by the scars he leaves and not sleep with me.

I wonder what he would think about me being here at this party. I shudder just at the thought. I’ve heard about the Corrupted Saints only because a few of their members have come into the hospital with those leather vests and because everyone in town knows not to mess with them. They had come into the hospital with serious injuries. I never asked questions, I just did my job. Heather usually dealt with them afterward and I trusted her.

I shuddered and walked outside. I had my beer and was sitting by myself. Last time I saw Heather, she was sitting by on some guy named Butcher's lap. I don’t want to ruin her night off so I keep to myself.

I look around and see a bunch of women wearing barely anything. I saw a guy in the corner on a bench with his head bent back and his eyes closed. I wondered if he was okay. The doctor in me immediately got worried.

I walked a little closer and was shocked, there was a girl on her knees giving him a blowjob.

He heard me walk up, “You wanna join her honey,” he said. I notice his leather vest said Crash.

I felt my face turn bright red and walked away. I heard him moan which made me jump. Heather told me on the way here that there would be things I would see but that no one would touch us. She said there were girls called club whores who basically did anything the club brothers wanted or needed.

I don’t know how those girls can live with themselves but a part of me was kind of jealous. They were free to do what they want.

I went to sit down and saw Heather approaching me with one of the biggest men I had ever seen in my life he looked like an armored vehicle.

“Hey girlie, whatcha doin out here by yourself?” She turned to the huge sexy man. “This is Tank, he is the VP of the club. I’ll be right back” she said with a wink. She went to sit down next to another guy, leaving me with the behemoth.

He extended his hand to me. “She is a firecracker that one. Nice to meet you.” Waiting for me to tell him my name.

“Charlotte, hi, I am Charlotte,” shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Charlotte, why are you out here by yourself,” he said sitting next to me.

I felt immediately comfortable around him like he was the brother I should have had. “I don’t really know what to do in social situations. I am a bit shy and awkward.”

He turned towards me, taking a sip of his beer. “No need to feel funny here hun, we are all just family here, brothers,” he said opening his arms to say everyone around.

“Heather said you’re the VP of the club.”

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