by Katie Ball
When it was done, I pulled out of her, leaving her to collapse onto the bed. Heading to the bathroom to clean up, slinging the condom in the bin.
Rule number one…always wrap it up.
Can’t risk getting one of these groupies pregnant. Then I would never be rid of them. Did I want a family? Sure, one day. If the right girl came along. I was yet to meet her. Part of me was starting to think she didn’t exist.
I guess, I would just keep fucking bitches until I found her.
Jumping in the shower, needing to wash her off of my skin. Hating the smell of her overpowering floral perfume shit.
“Want some company in there?” Glancing over my shoulder, I found her stood there, naked. Hoping to seduce me once again. The only reason I invited her up here was because she was ready and willing. Easy and would be a good fuck. No other reason. Nothing…deeper. I couldn’t even remember her name.
“No.” Turning away from her, praying she got the message.
“I’m more than ready to go again.” Of course, she was. No surprise there. Not going to happen though.
Rule number two…don’t encourage them.
You fuck them and that’s it. Leading them on was a dangerous path. They start feeling shit and that causes problems. I wasn’t looking for a relationship from these girls. I just needed someone to fuck, that was it. It would be a different girl tonight.
“One of the guys will call you a taxi.” Scrubbing at my hair, getting all the suds out, lathering up my body. Needing to feel clean.
“Seriously?” Arching an eyebrow at her as I took another glance in her direction.
“You knew what this was.” They all did, I made it quite clear. This was sex, nothing else. Why did they never accept that? Kick off like it was such a damn shock.
“Fuck you Talon.” Storming out of here. Thank fuck for that. Finally, some peace and quiet.
Climbing out the shower, I pulled on some fresh clothes. Slipping my gun into my chest holster. Keeping it tucked out of the way, hiding it underneath my leather cut. I had it on me for protection, just in case.
A knock on my door shattered my moment of peace.
“What.” I growled, wishing I could have five minutes fucking peace.
“See you’re in a good mood.” Gunner, the cocky fucker. He was my VP, damn good at it. I trusted him with my life. Knew he would do whatever I needed him to do. He would protect the club with his life.
“What the hell do you want?” Leaning against the doorframe as he studied me.
“She didn’t work her magic then. A good fuck is meant to make you happy, not miserable.” He wasn’t wrong. Just lately though, it didn’t matter who it was. No matter who I brought back to my room. No matter who I fucked, nothing made me happy. I was in this permanent headspace. Maybe I just needed to face facts, I was a miserable bastard.
Maybe I was missing…something.
I don’t know. I didn’t have time to worry about it. Too much shit needed dealing with.
“You come up here to just bother me?” Grinning at me. He was lucky he was family to me. We grew up together. To me, he was my brother. Maybe not by blood but it didn’t matter. Cole would agree with me, if he was here.
Cole, my younger brother, was currently locked up, doing time. Due home soon hopefully on good behaviour, as long as he keeps himself out of trouble.
“I came to tell you Dalton called.” Shooting to my feet, trained on Gunner now. He had my full and undivided attention.
“What did he have to say?” Running his fingers through his hair. I noticed a flare of anger in his eyes.
“Apparently the Wild Hounds were in town last night.” Fury bleeding into my veins, flooding my system, suffocating me from the inside, out.
“Torch?” One single curt nod, that was all I needed. Fuck. He was the last person I wanted in my town. He tainted everything he touched, him and his club.
“In Oakley?”
“He paid a visit to Paradiso’s. Word is he was looking for Olly. Guess he got messed up with them.”
“Fucking idiot. He’ll be dead before the week is out.” You don’t fuck with them and live. The Wild Hounds were heavily involved in some bad shit. The kind of shit I didn’t want anywhere near my home or my family.
“Did he find Olly at the bar?”
“No, apparently he wasn’t around. Spoke to the bartender instead. No one heard anything though. All scurried out of there when him and his boys walked in.” Smart move, you live longer that way.
“Well, I guess we better pay this bartender a visit, see what they can tell us. Maybe give us a hint what their boss is tangled up in.” We would have to play this smart. If we didn’t tread carefully, they could clam up. Refuse to tell us anything. This situation needed to be handled with care.
Or we could blaze in there, interrogate this bartender until they give me the information I need. I could torture it out of them. Maybe I would if they didn’t cooperate. If they made it difficult, I would have to inflict some pain.
Time to remind them why you don’t fuck with the Kings of Chaos.
Chapter Three
Hazel
Work had been steady, keeping us busy. Today was looking promising. No Olly, no Torch, no one bothering me. Things were looking good.
I was serving someone when Jane came rushing over to me.
“We have a problem.” Frowning at her, wondering what the hell had got her so panicked.
“A problem?” Leaning closer to me, not wanting to be overheard. Whispering next to my ear.
“The Kings of Chaos have just walked in the door. Don’t look now.” My body stiff, was she messing with me right now? I obviously spoke too soon.
Thankfully, I had my back to the other end of the bar. I felt the shift in energy though. Sharpening, growing heavy. It felt violent…dangerous. People went quiet, talking in hushed tones.
Goosebumps spread all over my body now. Apprehension eating at me, raking its claws down my back. Deadly beasts on the hunt for something.
People were uneasy, nervous. Worried about what was going to happen next. Panicked that it was about to erupt into chaos and sheer carnage. I mean, the Kings were notorious for it.
“Well go serve them.” Frantically shaking her head, staring at me like I was crazy for even suggesting it.
“Absolutely not.” Rolling my eyes, this would be down to me in the end wouldn’t it.
“Seriously?” Leaning closer to me, giving them a quick glance. Obviously, they were waiting down the end of the bar.
“I can’t deal with them. I don’t have your balls.” She would say that. She would say anything to get out of serving them. This was her version of sweet-talking me.
“Seriously?” She was nervous about having the Kings in here. She wasn’t the only one.
The Kings of Chaos were a pretty big deal around here. Everyone knew not to mess with them. Unless, you have a death wish. They were known for their brutality, showing no mercy to their enemies.
And now, they were stood behind me. It made me wonder, what had we done to deserve this visit?
“Possible to get a drink down here darling?” Jane shot them one of her false smiles, not wanting to upset them obviously.
“Be with you in a minute.” Trying to stay in their good books. The last thing either of us wanted was to piss them off.
“Please, I will love you forever and I will be indebted to you.” Facing her now. Her big warm ocean blue eyes pleading with me to go deal with them.
“Ok, I do this, you owe me…big time.” Nodding wildly at me.
“Of course. Absolutely.” I can’t believe I was about to do this.
“Fine. Finish serving this gent and I’ll go deal with our biker friends.” Taking over from me, I had no choice but to spin around and face these Kings.
Locking onto them within an instant. My survival instincts were telling me to run in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option right now. I couldn’t leave Jane to de
al with them.
Putting on my big girl panties, I headed straight for them. I could this…I had to do this.
My heart was thumping wildly in my chest. The palms of my hands were sweaty. Nervous about finally meeting them, about being anywhere near them. I had been trying to avoid it. Not needing any more trouble in my life.
Four daunting, yet strikingly glorious Kings waited at the end of the bar. Though only one of them was making eye contact with me, watching my approach. One had his back to me, leaning on the bar. The other two were scanning the room, trying to be discreet but failing miserably. Were they scoping the place out? Hoping to find something in particular. Maybe they were noting all the entrances and exits.
Taking a deep breathe…I got this.
Stepping closer to them. Their presence was so damn intimidating, I was shaking. Trying my best to hide it. Not wanting them to see how frightened I was.
“What can I get for you?” Keeping my guard up, they were here for a reason. I doubt it was to say hello.
No, I had to be careful.
The King that was staring at me, leaned on the bar. Pretty ocean blue eyes, dreamy and easy to fall for. I bet he had plenty of women falling over themselves to get to him. Why wouldn’t they? He was built like a damn Viking. Tall, ripped with defined muscle probably. The leather cut he wore showed just how dangerous he was.
On the back was the Kings of Chaos design. A skull wearing a crown, of course. Though it had a wicked grin showing of its teeth. Hollow eye sockets. A red rose sticking out of my eye, then the tip of dagger out of the other. Chaos…it flowed in their veins. Etched into their souls. Tainting their skin. The lived and breathed disorder. Craved it.
Making them very hazardous. Not to be messed with, that was for sure.
I noticed he had a patch on the front of his cut. Gunner…Vice President.
Important then. Second in command.
I shouldn’t let the flirty look in his eyes fool me. He could be just as deadly as the rest of them.
“Four beers please darling.” Hurrying off to get their drinks. Needing them to leave as quickly as possible. They were making people uneasy, picking up on the shift in energy. Not trusting their motives for being here.
It probably didn’t help that he was constantly watching me. Making his interest very clear. Was he good looking? Yes. Did I feel attracted to him? No.
Placing their drinks of the bar, wishing they would down them in one and then disappear, never to be seen here again.
“Anything else for you?” He flashed me his best grin. I felt…nothing. No heat, no lust, nothing. He wasn’t meant for me.
“How about your number?” That wouldn’t stop him from trying.
“I don’t give my number out to customers.” Giving me his best ‘I can show you the stars if you let me fuck you.’ eyes. Though they did nothing for me, not even a single flare of desire.
“I’m not just a customer. I’m a King.” Was that meant to impress me? Win me over? Convince me to give him what he wants? Not likely.
“Good for you.” Staring at me, shocked that I was able to resist him. Gazing at me like I was a damn unicorn or something. He obviously wasn’t used to being turned down. Women probably loved his attention. Not me, he was just wasting his breath.
“I’m Gunner.” Not saying a single word. Would he take the hint that I’m not interested? I was trying to calm my erratic heart down. It was pounding away so fiercely in my chest.
“You got a name darling?” He was determined, I give him that.
“Yes.” Shaking his head at me, eagerly wanting to know who the hell I was.
“Care to tell me?” He was a glutton for punishment.
“Nope.” Placing a hand over his heart. Clutching at his chest like I had wounded him.
“So feisty, aren’t you? I think I’ve just found the love of my life.” Before I could reply and give him more attitude, a deep seductive voice washed over my skin.
“Come on Gunner, stop harassing the poor woman.” Smooth…husky…enticing. Shivers running down my spine. His sultry voice did incredible things to me. Lighting me up. Sending sparks flying throughout my quivering body. I came alive, like a fresh bolt of electricity had hit me so deeply. I didn’t understand, unsure what had gotten into me.
It was the man with his back to me, not even looking my way. Who the hell was he? Why could his voice alone do such potent things to me. Making me throb with sudden hunger, igniting a need. Something completely foreign to me.
Gunner huffed at his friend, shooting him a frustrated glare. Stomping over to a free table, annoyed he had ruined his fun. The other two joined him, not even looking my way. Too busy glancing around, watching the area. Looking out for potential threats probably.
That’s when he decided to turn around and face me. I found myself biting down hard on my jaw. Stopping it from falling open in a mixture of shock and awe.
Holy shit.
This man…he was something else. So damn stunning. Like he had been sculpted from the finest marble. A work of pure art. He looked like a Norse god, a Viking King.
Dark golden wavy hair, shorter on the sides, thicker on top. Begging to have my fingers weaved through it. Holding on as he did wicked things to me. A chiselled jaw, with slight stubble covering his jawline. What would that feel like on my skin? I wanted to find out. I wanted to feel it as he explored my body. He had this rugged, rough look about him. Dangerous and gruff. It was a good look, had me biting my lip as I admired him. Enjoying the view of this heaven-sent male.
Glowing, light emerald eyes locked with mine. Taking the air out of my lungs. Bringing my heart to a stop. Unable to think or do anything. He knocked the world of its course, sent it spinning out of control and there was no way I would catch up anytime soon.
Thick lashes framed those beautiful soul-destroying eyes of his. I gulped as they wandered down my body. Heat bursting to life within me. He took in every little detail he could. Admiring me, just as I admired him. His tall frame, he would tower over me. Broad shoulders that I couldn’t help but dream about digging my nails into as he took my body. Clinging on for dear life as he consumed me. What would those thick, strong arms of his feel like wrapped around my body?
Safe…protective…fucking spectacular I bet.
My eyes were drawn to the little patch on his cut.
Talon…President.
Shit, he was the fucking president of the Kings of Chaos. The one those club girls had been talking about earlier. Christ, he was an enchanting man. Temptation on legs. Dangerous in more ways than one.
Meeting those sparkling rich emerald eyes once more. A sinfully tantalising grin crept on to his face, he knew what I was thinking. Could read it on my face obviously.
Not saying a single word, he joined the others. Leaving me stood here wondering where the hell a man like him had come from. Crafted by the angels…corrupted by the devil. He was the definition of bedlam. Sheer chaos. No wonder he led the Kings, he was born for it.
Turning away from him, needing to break the spell he had weaved throughout my mind, body and soul. He wasn’t playing fair.
Lounging in that chair, staring right at me, keeping me in his sights. Not giving me anytime to gather my composure. My cheeks were enflamed, burning bright red. My entire body was heating up, blazing hot as if I had a fever.
All because of him.
Jane was gawking at me with questioning eyes, wondering what the hell had just happened. Seeing me so hot and bothered.
Ignoring her curious stares. I let myself get distracted by my work. Though it didn’t stop me from feeling his devilish eyes on me. Searing my skin. Clawing at me, calling for my attention. It took everything in me to not glance his way.
“Evening Hazel.” Wilson made his way to the bar. Smiling at me as he slumped down on his normal stool, while I poured him his usual.
“I didn’t think you were coming in tonight.” Taking a long slow, swig of his beer. Sighing to himself.
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sp; “I wasn’t planning on it, Greta had enough of me.” That didn’t sound like Greta. Maybe Wilson would be able to distract me from the sex god who wouldn’t stop watching at me.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” Running his hand over his greying hair. Jane appeared next to me then, cutting Wilson off before he could say more.
“Did you see we got the Kings of Chaos in?” Eager to spread the gossip apparently. I just rolled my eyes at them both. She was making it way too obvious who she was murmuring about.
“I saw the bikes outside, I wondered if they were here. Never stepped foot in here before. Wonder why they are here tonight?” I was wondering the same thing.
“Don’t know but hopefully they leave soon. They are scaring off our customers.” Glancing around at the bar, over half the crowd that had been here, were no longer around. They had rushed out of here as fast as they could. Not wanting to stick around and find out why the Kings had decided to pay us a visit.
At least it would be an early finish tonight.
“Maybe they wanted a change of scenery for once.” Trying to come up with reasons why they would be here.
“Well, he certainly has eyes for you.” While Jane was trying to discreetly glance over my shoulder, failing miserably may I add. I knew who she was talking about. It could only be him. The King of Kings. I could feel his eyes on me still, heating me up. Yearning for his touch, longing to know him. Fantasizing about that tempting man.
“You don’t go playing around with the Kings, Hazel. They are trouble.” Wilson warned, trying to look out for me. Not wanting me to get caught up with the Kings of Chaos. He didn’t need to worry; I would keep my distance. I had enough of my own problems without adding them into the mix.
“I’m not interested. Plus, I don’t think I’m his type, probably too plain.” He just scoffed at me.
“You could never be plain sweetheart.” We were going to disagree on this. There was no way I could be compared to the women he kept around him. Those club girls, I mean, they strutted around in next to nothing. How could I ever compete with them?
“Right, I’m going to go do some work, since you know…that’s what I’m here for.” Leaving them to it, not wanting to discuss this anymore.