Chapter 4

I sitat the clubhouse bar and watch as the little text bubbles appear and disappear, waiting for Iggie to respond.

Iggie- I am so sorry. I went out last night. Left my phone on the bar unattended and my BFF hijacked my texts.

Me- Ha! Happens to the best of us. I figured something was up.

Iggie- Yeah we'll blame all the shots I took. I hope this doesn't affect you wanting my help with that shopping trip.

My gripon my phone tightens. There were shots, more than one. He was out drinking, without someone watching over him. I can feel my anger building. He said his friend was with him, but he let him drink too much. And how did he get home? He better not have driven, or he'll be getting an ass beating when I see him again. Hell, he might still get one for being irresponsible.

I take a swig of my beer, feeling my cock twitch at the thought of his creamy, bare ass over my knee. He'll cry so beautifully for me, and then I'll kiss it better before bringing him more pleasure than he could ever imagine. First things first though, I need to see him again and the way to do that is to get this shopping trip set up. I'm going to make him mine, whether he likes it or not.

"Another beer, baby?" Daria asks, leaning across the bar so her tits look bigger and perkier.

"Yeah. Get me a shot of brandy, too."

She nods and turns around, reaching inside the cooler, grabbing a Busch Lite before snatching the bottle of EJ, and pouring it into the little glass in front of me.

"You seem tense, Steel, baby. Wanna go to your room and work that out?" she purrs, rubbing her hand up and down the handle of brandy like that should turn me on.

"Nope."

"Boo. Well, I could send Cody or Gabe in, if that's what you're in the mood for."

"No. I'm a taken man, Daria. So I won't be needing you or the other club whores." I stand, throw my shot back, and grab my beer. I'm not in the mood for her to throw herself at me. She's always thinking she's one cock away from being a permanent fixture here—she's not.

Our club is a bit different from others when it comes to the whores. No whore can ever become an old lady. The last time one of the brothers got attached and married a club whore, it caused nothing but issues. Drunken arguments about who fucked her better, a few guys forgetting she wasn't a whore anymore, and then there was the time she forgot she wasn't one, either. Dory was caught with her legs spread and Gunther balls deep in her. She's a whore elsewhere now and Gunther… he's buried out back. Viper wasn't too thrilled and got a little trigger-happy when he saw his wife with someone else.

We also have two male club whores, which is almost unheard of. I'm not the only brother here who likes the same sex, so when I became president, we took a vote and the motion passed that we would hire a few males. Cody and Gabe came to us after knowing one of the girls; we laid out the rules and expectations and they were on board. They're fucked by sexy biker men, and get the protection of the club, and a stipend, since they help with chores around the clubhouse.

"I didn't know, Steel. I'm sorry," Daria whispers.

I ignore her and head inside the room where we hold church. Of course, she didn't know; I haven't made an official announcement yet. I need to be sure that Iggie is on board with club life. He saw my cut, and I told him about the club and he was cool with it. But knowing and not being judgemental and living it are two different things.

Realization hits me I haven't messaged him back. I need to call church, but I want to assure him his text did not deter or change anything first. My fingers glide across the screen.

Me- It didn't.

Me- Shopping, can we do it Wednesday? The dinner I told you about is coming up and I wanna take the stuff with us if I can.

Iggie- Yeah. I work 10-5 so I'll be there.

Me- See you then. And don't make plans for after your shift.

Iggie- Okay? Why?

Me- I'm taking you out.

He doesn't respondand I start to worry that I came on too strong, but I don't have time to get torn up about it. We have church. The date is set and I'll just show him I'm exactly what he needs and wants. Tucking my phone into my pocket, I toss my now empty beer into the trash and open the door.

"Let's go! Time for church!" I holler and head back inside to sit behind the table and wait for everyone to arrive.

"You look like you're up to something. What did you do?" Pistol asks, taking his seat next to me.

"Nothing. Iggie just agreed to go out with me after we finish shopping for the Angel Tree gifts."

"Why do I feel like you didn't give the guy a choice to say no? Did you ask or just tell him?" Viper and Zero choose that moment to walk into the room, still fixing the buttons on their jeans.

"What did I tell y'all about fuckin' before church?"

Viper rolls his eyes, taking his place in the back of the room so he can watch the room, and Zero sits in the chair at the far left end of the table. "Sorry, Pres. Won't happen again."

Once everyone is inside and seated, I bang my gavel on the table. "Alright! I'm calling church to order. First, we have the minutes from our last church. Go ahead, Hawk."

Hawk gives us a rundown of what we discussed the last time. We spoke about donating even more this year to the Angel Tree and who would be attending the dinner.

"Alright, I have it set up to have a personal shopper help us on Wednesday with the Angel Tree shopping. I'm taking Viper and Zero. You two can pick a prospect or two to come to carry the bags and load the truck."

"Aww, come on, Pres, don't make me go to the fancy store and shop. I fucking hate that shit," my enforcer groans.

"You're going and that's final. Next time don't come in with your cock still dripping cum and you won't have to go shopping," I snap, shutting him up.

"We have a run next weekend, so where are we with our shipment?"

"We have all the product and Trucker is supposed to have the route finalized this afternoon," Pistol informs us, directing his eyes to our road captain for confirmation.

"I'll have the route ready in a few hours. I wanted to make sure we took an alternative one this time. On the last run, we had to detour after Viper spotted that Hellhound, so I'm taking no risks. Michaelov wants MK6s, Magnums, and ARs, so he's gonna get them. But I'll be damned if my route is the reason we have a run-in with the Hellhounds," Trucker seethes as he clenches his fists.

"Where are we with the Cockpit? Any issues with the girls or customers?"

"No, Pres. Everything has been running smoothly over there as of this morning, according to Brian. He said there have been no issues since we hired that new bouncer, which I'd like to ask him about prospectin' for the club. He"s a little older than our usual prospects, but the guy is huge and I like him and his morals. Brian did say he wants to hire a few more girls to waitress and go-go dance, but not strip. I told him to go ahead," Tex pipes up.

"And what about our progress on the bar? Where are we on that?" I ask. We've had the strip club up and going for a few years now and it brings in a good chunk of our ‘legal' revenue. We're working now on opening a regular bar so some of the people we help get out of dangerous situations can work to earn some money to get back on their feet.

"Element is still set to open in two months. Gabe brought up an interesting idea, so I said I'd pass it on the next time we had church. He suggested a ladies' night either at the Cockpit or Element, where one night a month we would have male dancers come in and perform," Tex rattles, his knee bouncing anxiously. Not sure why, though. From where I'm sitting, it sounds like a smart plan.

"I like this idea. I don't want to limit it to ladies only though. Men can come in if they stay respectful to the performers. Any remarks or touching, though, and they're banned from both establishments. Let's vote because this isn"t just my money we're talking about here." I stand so I can see all the brothers and count the votes, and Viper does the same from the back of the room to make sure we both come up with the same number. "All those in favor of having one night a month at Element be ladies' night, but open to the public, raise your hand."

All hands go up except for Pepper and Combo. "All those opposed say no." Theirs go up. "Motion passes."

After that, we discuss who is going on the run next weekend and who is staying behind to watch the clubhouse. Once we are done, I adjourn the meeting and head back to my room to see if my new obsession has messaged.