Chapter Six Min

CHAPTER SIX: MIN

I sip the beer the prospect handed me. The cold liquid doing very little to cool me down. Riding on the back of Babe's bike has lit an unwelcome fire in me. I have a hard enough time resisting Babe without the added intensity of being wrapped around his body? Fuck me. I almost came just from that. Glancing around the room, I search for a distraction, but find nothing. Taking out my phone, I call my dad. Talking to him will keep my mind off the feel of Babe's hard body between my legs.

"Min? Did you get your man and make it back to San Diego safely?" He asks me. While my dad has been supportive of my decision to become a bounty hunter, my mother hasn't. So, I know him asking is more for her sake than his. He knows I can take care of myself.

"Yes, and no. Got the skip and brought him back to San Diego. But Babe and I are in Chicago. We're chasing the man who burned down the dojo. He helped three men escape prison."

"I heard about that. Will the two of you be able to handle four men?"

"We're not doing it on our own. The Demon Dawgs have a Chapter in Chicago. They'll help."

"That's good. When you get back, come for dinner. Bring Babe with you. Your mother and I would like to meet him."

"We're not a couple," I remind him for probably the tenth time.

"No. You're partners. We want to meet your partner. That's all."

"Uh huh," I reply with a grin. My father is not subtle about his desire to see me settled with a husband. Even a biker. But then he knows Ghost is a good man and likely believes all the Demon Dawgs are. I won't spoil that belief by sharing my misgivings about the Chicago Chapter.

After ending the call, I return to my seat. Since there is no sign of Babe yet, I engage the prospect in a conversation.

"What's your name?"

"Sammy," he says with a grimace before correcting himself. "Sam. Trying to forget the name Sammy. It's what my parents always called me."

"Have a falling out with them?" I ask.

"You could say that," he says with some bitterness. "My parents are not good people. They pretend to be, but they're not. The cops arrested them for child endangerment."

"They endangered you?"

"No, my little sister. Fuckers. They took my fourteen-year-old sister to the priest in our parish and left her alone with him. He tried to rape her. I was coming to meet them and heard her crying out. They were right outside the door. I know they could hear her begging for help. I busted through the door and stopped them. Called the cops and kept my parents from taking her."

I slowly lower the bottle from my lips as I stare at the young man in front of me. He wipes a lone tear from under his eye before turning away.

"You saved her. You're a fucking hero," I tell him.

"I guess. Don't feel like much of a hero. I lost everything."

"How did you end up here?"

"Piston found me after several church members caught up to me and beat the shit out of me. The bishop shut down the church after the scandal. They were already struggling and losing members. The former members blame me for the church closing."

"But they were okay with the asshole raping little girls?"

Sam shrugs. "I guess. All I know is I'm stuck inside here until the trial."

"Why don't you go stay with your sister?"

"I want to be here. I wouldn't put it past the church to pull some trick to keep me from testifying. Besides, my aunt doesn't have a lot of money. She's struggling as it is."

I want to say something encouraging, but I'm at a loss. If we were in San Diego, I'd feel confident in telling him that the club will take care of him. But I don't know these guys and after what Babe said on the plane, I don't trust them.

"Are they treating you okay here?" I finally ask.

He bobs his head. "Yeah, they're good. I mean, I'm a prospect, so I get shit jobs. Mostly, I work the bar and keep the clubhouse clean. I also help the Kutte Bunnies with the meals."

"What about the Old Ladies?" I ask. "I know the prospects at Babe's club spend much of their time helping the Old Ladies with various tasks. They take them to appointments or run errands for them."

Sam shakes his head. "These guys don't have Old Ladies. At least none that I've met. All the guys live in the clubhouse and use the Kutte Bunnies for companionship." He nods toward the space behind me.

I glance around the room as several women wander into the bar. They're all scantily dressed. A few have on short skirts that leave no doubt they prefer going commando. Several are wearing just thongs and high heels. The rest have tank tops and shorts that reveal more than they cover. I feel like a nun who wandered into a strip club.

Two women join me at the bar and ask Sam for hard lemonade. The blonde has dark roots and more cosmetics on her face than I use in a year. She's wearing a pair of daisy dukes with a tight tank top and cowboy boots. The other has on an aqua bra which is a see-through and matching thong. She's pulled her long, dark black hair into a ponytail.

"Who are you?" The blonde asks me, looking me up and down. I can tell by her expression that I don't impress her.

"Min."

"As in Minnie Mouse?" The raven-haired woman says chortling.

"No," I reply, turning back to Sam and ignoring the women.

"You're an uppity bitch, aren't you?" Blondie sneers. "Best watch the attitude. These guys like their women willing, sweet, and able."

"Good thing I'm a bitch then," I say with a smirk. "It should keep the guys from paying me any attention."

"If you aren't looking for biker dick, then what the fuck are you doing here?"

Already bored with the conversation, I shrug.

When I turn toward the sound of boots hitting the concrete floor, the blonde next to me squeals in delight.

"Babe! I didn't know you were here. Haven't seen you in too long, baby. How about we find ourselves a room?"

When I see her wrap herself around Babe, I stand and walk out the door. I find the bike that contains my bag and pull it out. Walking toward the gate, I pull out my phone to call for an Uber. I had reservations about staying in the clubhouse before we arrived, but after that display inside, I know I have to leave. Now.

I hear the clubhouse door open and before I hear him calling my name; I know it's Babe. He catches me up just as I reach the gate.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm checking into a hotel," I tell him, yanking my arm out of his grip without turning around.

"Okay, I'll take you. We can find a hotel and we'll stay there," he says.

"No. We won't. I wouldn't want to pull you away from your little bunny."

Babe grabs my arm again, but instead of pulling me around, he steps in front of me. Bending over, until he's eye level, I can see the turmoil in his green eyes.

"She's not my bunny. She means nothing to me. Lydia and I had some fun together the last time I was here, but I haven't thought about her since I left. I didn't even know she was still here. We don't have to stay here, but I think we should stick together."

I'm about to say no, but then the clubhouse door opens again. Turning, I see the blonde, Lydia, standing with her arms crossed and her eyes fixed on us. Her glare tells me she's not happy, which thrills me to no end. Babe doesn't glance her way, his eyes fixed on my face. Feeling ornery, I take Babe's hand. "We can try staying here for one night," I relent.

Grinning, he takes my bag and then grabs his own before retaking my hand and leading us inside. He ignores Lydia as we pass by her, but I can't resist giving her a smirk. Her screech of anger is like a balm on my soul.

We pass by several couples who have gotten busy in the few minutes since I walked out. Two of the members have a girl each bent over the pool table and are fucking them so hard the table shifts and creaks while the loose balls roll around. The man who I recognize as the President, Chrome, is sitting in a chair talking with another member while a girl sits between his knees and sucks him off.

Babe hands the duffle bags to a prospect with instructions to put them in his room. His hand tightens around mine as he glances around the room, and I realize he's looking for a safe place for us to sit. He settles on the bar and pulls me over to an empty stool, standing behind me as he asks Sam for two beers. There's a mirror behind the bar, so I can still see the orgy happening behind me. I can hear it, too. But all I can feel is Babe's warmth as he presses against me. His muscles are tight with tension. I turn slightly to look up into his face, but I catch the eye of the VP sitting at the end of the bar. He's watching me, or maybe he's watching us. I can't tell. His dark eyes bore into mine and I have a hard time looking away.

"Sorry about this," Babe mutters, breaking the spell.

I place a hand on Babe's arm, forcing him to look at me. "You warned me. I'm okay. I can ignore what's going on around us. Did you want to tell me what you learned in Church about our quarry?"

"We think we know where they're staying. It's an old…" Babe starts, but the noise level around us drowns out the rest of his sentence.

I shake my head, but before I can tell him I couldn't hear him, a body slides in to my left. I feel hands that aren't Babe's slide along my thigh, causing me to jerk.

"You sure you don't want to share, Babe?" says the VP. "She looks like she could take both of us. I think that mouth would look good wrapped around my cock."