Page 4 of The Club Princess

My stomach is restless as I take a deep breath to ask for what I want. I look at him, biting my lip. “I want to join the club.”

His eyebrows furrow. “We don’t have–”

“As a club whore.”

“Fuck no!” Gage furiously snaps out, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Pushing him away from me, I stand up. “Then fuck off. I’m joining the club, or I’m leaving and never coming back.”

He stands, stepping into my space ‘til he backs me into a wall. I swallow down my unease at the look on his face.

“Do not threaten me, Mikayla.”

His palm covers my mouth before I can reply. His hard body presses into mine as he leans into my ear. “I’m going to give you the night to cool the fuck down, but you’re not leaving, and you’ll become a club whore over my dead fucking body.”

I glare at him as his hand squeezes my cheeks in warning before letting go.

“Don’t even think about trying to sneak out or sneak others in. I’ll have brothers watching. I’ll see you in the morning.”

His gaze drags down my barely covered body again, the white bikini glowing against my tan skin, before stomping down the stairs.

Gage

Islamthroughthedoor, not bothering to glance at the curious gazes of the men spread throughout the clubhouse. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, I don’t knock as I open my father’s office.

He looks up from the paperwork sprawled on the desk with a frown, setting his glasses on the scattered mess.“Boy, who do you think you are opening my door like that?”

Dropping on the couch, I rub my hands down my face with a long groan. Dealing with Mikayla is more draining than a full-day ride. “She’s fucking crazy.”

He chuckles as I glance up at him. Crossing his arms, he leans back onto the chair. “Mik has always been a handful.”

I grimace. “We forgot her birthday.”

His boots drop back onto the floor as he checks his phone. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, she wasn’t happy.” I nod, dragging my tongue along the back of my teeth, not wanting to admit the other part.

My father runs a hand through his peppered hair with a sigh. “She’s going to punish us for weeks. Fuck, I don’t have time to cater to her tantrum.”

My knee bounces, and I stare at him till he looks back at me.

“What?”

“She proposed something.”

He scowls. “What do you mean she proposed something?”

Swallowing down a grimace, I look at the floor. “She wants to join…. as a clubwhore.”

“Absolutely not!” he roars, slamming a fist on the desk. I glance at the fury spanned across his face; my father was gone, and President Shaw was in his place.

I hold up my hands. “I told her the same, but she threatened to leave town since she’s eighteen.”

He growls, rubbing at his beard. “And where the fuck’s she gonna go? With what money?”

“I didn’t entertain the idea,” I say with a shrug. “But we know her, she’s serious.”

“Mikayla isn’t going to become a fucking whore. Nothing wrong with our ladies, but Mikayla isn’t in a situation where this is a better life than the streets.”

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