by P. T. Macias
“All good, Blade,” I say, collecting the money from the brother that manages the club. I slide the money into the pocket of my cut.
“Yeah, it gets hectic at times, but all good,” Blade says, running his hand through his blonde hair.
“Let’s get another brother to help manage the club; it would be easier on you,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Right, that might work, because there’s always something going on with the strippers, bartenders, and patrons. It takes a lot of time away from the other work I need to get done. Maybe a brother can help with the girls, bartender, and inventory. We have two brothers doing the bouncer job,” Blade says, crossing his arms.
“Right, we will bring it up in the next Church,” I say, nodding.
“Sounds good,” Blade says, closing the safe under the desk.
“I’m going to get some beer, if you need any help,” I say, walking to the door.
“Thanks, brother,” Blade says, pulling his chair closer to the desk.
“Later,” I say, walking out of the office, down the hall to the storage room. I close the door, and I walk over to the storage shelves. I press the button to move it away from the wall. I open the safe and slide the money inside. I close the safe and move the cabinet back.
I walk out of the storage room, walking across the room to the bar.
The bartenders are cute, sassy, and they attract the clients. Now, I know that strippers are really hot.
I slide onto the stool, resting my arms on the bar countertop, looking at cute Rosie walk over to me.
“Hey handsome, what can I get you,” Rosie says, winking.
“Hi doll, get me a beer,” I say, smirking, looking at her hot little body.
“Okay,” Rosie says, nodding. She walks over to the refrigerator, leans in to grab an ice-cold beer, takes the cap off, and brings it over placing in front of me.
“Thanks, doll,” I say, grinning. I take the beer bottle taking a long pull, closing my eyes. Yeah, because I need to relax, it’s been a day. Maybe that sweet girl will stop haunting me. It’s not like I can see her, call her. I don’t know a damn thing about her. It’s so damn frustrating.
I watch Rosie and Mia talk to the customers. I then look at the stripper dancing. It’s Ruby, and she has all of the men drooling. I look over at Trigger and Dominic, seating at a table near the stage. They look over at me, waving me over.
I shake my head, no. I’m not feeling it tonight. The girls are not doing anything for me. I look at Rosie, raising my chin, calling her over.
“What can I get you,” Rosie says, holding onto the edge of the bar countertop, smiling.
“Get me another beer and some pretzels,” I say, tapping my fingers to the beat of the song on the bar.
“Will do,” Rosie says, walking away.
I turn to look at the next stripper, sighing. I shake my head, scrubbing my face, closing my eyes.
Fuck!
I promised Candy that tonight I will take her home. Candy is a new stripper at the club, and I did take her home one night because she didn’t have a ride home.
I turn to look at Candy dance on the stage, getting the men worked up. She throws back her head, holding onto the pole. Her long blonde hair falls, swaying around her shoulders. The men start to chant for her to take off her bra.
Fuck no, I don’t care.
Fuckingtastic.
Yeah, she’s not my girl so I don’t give a fuck about her stripping for all of the men. I know that she wants to start a relationship, but no can do.
I watch her dance, swaying, then she wraps her legs around the pole. She works her way up the pole, does a little routine, and then slides down looking at me. I enjoy the flirting, and her attention but I am not feeling it.
I have to say that she’s good, really good but she doesn't make me feel the way Paige did.
Fuck, I’m drinking to forget the hottie, Paige, she’s taking residence in my soul and mind, and she has me all sorts of fucked up.
Candy looks at me after finishing her dance on stage. She walks slowly over to take the seat next to me smiling leans against me, flirting.
I know that she wants me to take her home, but I need to finish a beer.
“Hi handsome, are you ready,” Candy purrs, running her fingers across my lips.
“Yeah, sure,” I say, nodding. I look at her lustful eyes looking at my crotch. .
“I’m going to change my clothes, and I’ll be back big boy,” Candy says grinning.
“Right,” I say, taking a long pull of my bear.
I watch her walk away swaying her hips. I know that I promised Candy that I’ll take her home and she wants more than just a ride.
Fuckingtastic!
I’m not feeling up to fucking her but maybe she can make me forget my sweet girl, Paige.
A few minutes later she walks over to me, dressed in a small red dress that clings to every curve. Her breasts are full, and the material barely covers her chest.
I look at her as she walks towards me, taking her in. I don’t know why I don’t want her like I want the sweet girl. I know that Candy is more in my league.
So, what the fuck is wrong with me.
Why am I dreaming of Paige, a girl that I can’t or shouldn’t have?
Hell, it’s not like I kissed or even fucked her, so what the fuck is wrong with me?
Fuck!
I’m all kinds of fucked up.
“Hey handsome, did I take too long,” Candy asks, standing next to me. She slides her arm around mine, as if she’s claiming me.
Fucking Hell!
“Are you ready,” I ask, looking at her face. She’s cute but she’s not my sweet girl.
Crap-tastic!
I need to fucking stop thinking about Paige. I have this cutie in my arms.
“Hell yes,” Candy says, leaning in to kiss me.
I pull her closer to me, kissing her back but I don’t feel her. I pull back clenching my jaw.
“Okay, let’s go,” I say, nodding. I take her hand, walking down the room and out of the club. Candy is talking and laughing as we walk to the bike.
What the fuck did she say, I don’t have a clue because my mind is far away in another time.
Thirteen
Casper
Candy opens her apartment door looking at me with lustful eyes. She walks inside, pulling me in. I close the door, watching her take off her dress.
“Casper, I love that you brought me home because I’ve been thinking of you all week,” Candy says, standing in front of me with her bra and small lace thong.
“Right, what have you been thinking,” I ask, looking at her breasts as she takes off her bra.
I do have to admit that she has beautiful tits. I walk over to her, rubbing my palms over her nipples.
Candy gasps, as I pinch her hard nipples grabbing onto my shoulders. She turns in my arms, walking away.
“Let me get you a beer,” Candy says, walking away in her thong. I look at her, and then I look around the apartment.
“Ok,” I say, walking over to the sofa running my hands through my hair.
Candy returns handing me one of the beer bottles, grinning.
I take several long pulls trying to numb my soul.
“Let me turn on some music,” Candy says, smirking. She walks over to grab her cell phone from her purse. She turns on some hard rock.
I finish off my beer, lowering my eyelids looking at her.
Candy takes a pull of her beer, watching me as she walks over kneeling next to me. She moves her hands to my jeans, undoing my belt, and unzipping my jeans. She takes out my cock and takes me into her mouth.
I lean in to take her nipple into my mouth, closing my eyes. She works me just like you would expect from a professional.
I look at her, and I see Paige’s face smiling at me.
“Yes, Casper, I need more from you,” Candy moans, pulling a condom from her purse. I watched her open the foil and rolled it on my hard cock.
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nbsp; Candy fucked me like crazy, riding hard. She falls onto my chest, gasping, and laughing.
I look at her, unable to talk, or move. My body feels so heavy, I feel tired. I fall asleep.
A few hours later, I open one eye, looking around the small living room furrowing my eyebrows.
Ah, yeah.
This is Candy’s place. Where in the fuck is, she. What time is it? How in the hell did I stay here. I always fuck and leave.
Fucking hell!
I push up, swinging my legs over the sofa scrubbing my face.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
A few minutes later, someone is banging at the door. I pull up my jeans and zip them up. I adjust my shirt and cut.
Where the hell is Candy?
I didn’t know it, but it was the beginning of the fucking nightmare.
“Open up! Sacramento Police,” the Officer yells, banging on the cheap apartment door.
I walk over to the door before they break it down. I open the door, looking stone-faced at the po-po.
“Sacramento Police,” the officers yell, shoving me against the wall.
“What the fuck is going on,” I yell at the cops.
I look around the room, at the blood on the carpet.
One Officer walks down the hall, looking around.
“We received a call from the neighbors,” Officer says, resting his arm on my chest.
“What’s going on,” I yell, turning my face to get a look at them.
The Officer returns, talking into the mic on his shoulder. He looks at his partner, nodding.
“The girl is in the room hurt, and she claims rape,” the Officer says.
That’s fucking bullshit!
What is Candy talking about?
Fuckingtastic!
“You’re under arrest for rape and battery,” Officer Foster, pulling on the fucking handcuffs.
Officer Castor read me my Miranda Rights.
“You’re making a mistake! I’m going to sue you’re fucking ass,” I yell at the cops, glaring at them.
I look at their badges for their names. I fucking need to remember their fucking names because I’m coming after them.
“Shut the fuck up,” Officer Castor yells pulling me out of the apartment. He walks me over to the patrol car, opens the door and shoves me into the back seat. I look at the Officer walk back into the apartment.
A few minutes later additional police cars and the paramedics pull into the apartment parking lot. The paramedics roll a gurney into the apartment.
This is shit-tastic!
What’s going on!
What happened to Candy?
I don’t remember much after she fucked me.
Fourteen
Paige
The next day.
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I look out the window of my mentor’s office, she is my manager in the law firm. I’m ecstatic about this internship because Reed and Patterson Law Firm is one of the best there is in Sacramento.
“Paige, this is an important case to the law firm. The Anarchy Kings MC have been our number one client’s for years. We’re on retainer, and Mr. Patterson is very particular when it comes to the Anarchy Kings MC,” Abby says, handing me the file. Abby is a junior partner in the firm; she’s brilliant, knowledgeable, and an excellent role model.
“Got it,” I say, nodding while taking the file. I place it on my lap, looking at her, ready to take notes on my tablet.
This is Fuckingtastic.
Yeah, I know it’s not very ladylike but what can I say. I grew up with my brothers that are the main officers in a MC. Hell, it’s in my blood, my grandpa founded the Hades Knights MC. That’s why it makes this case so damn important to me because this is one of the reasons that I’m an attorney. I want to defend the MC’s from the bias in the legal system.
This is a big case, to the firm and to me. I’m going to do everything in my power and abilities to help Mr. Edwards.
Fucking Hades.
“Paige, I need you to review this case this asap because we’re going to arraignment hearing in forty-eight hours,” Abby says, handing me the file. She continues to shuffle the files on her desk, every so often doing a sucking sound, tsking.
I wonder if that habit that she has going on will get on my nerves.
Fucking Hades!
“What are the Allegations,” I ask, taking the file, placing it on my lap. I look at Abby bright eyed, excited to learn all about the new case that we’re going to be working on.
“The Allegations are felony rape and battery! The victim claims nonconsensual sexual intercourse, but the kicker is that he was unconscious, as if someone drugged him. Furthermore, why would he get high to assault her when she works for the MC, she asked him to take her home, and she’s the one that gave him the beer. I’m having the bottle tested for drugs because it sounds to me that she drugged our client. Besides, you would think that our client would get the hell out of dodge if he did commit the rape and battery but no, the police showed up after they received a call. They found our client in the apartment and he was totally confused about what was going on,” Abby says, looking narrowing her dark brown eyes.
“Right, that does seem odd,” I say, entering notes in my tablet.
“Mr. Edwards is looking at a sentence that could be three years or up to the max of eight years in the California State Penitentiary. The judge could add additional time because it appears that the girl was injured.
Rape is a felony in California, it carries a mandatory sentence of three, six or eight years in a California State Penitentiary. As well, he could add an extra time for the battery if convicted:
The Kings will need to pay the fine of up to ten thousand dollars if convicted on the rape charges,” Abby says, looking around in the top drawer.
“I need you to go to the jail, visit with Mr. Edwards and review what we have with him. Maybe Mr. Edwards can remember something, and get his statement,” Abby says, nodding. She places her hands on her waist looking at me tilting her head in thought.
“Will do,” I say, pushing off the chair holding the file and tablet close to my chest.
“Great, I’m counting on you. Did you know that you can visit him until eleven pm? That means if you like, you could visit him tonight. After you get the information, I’ll review it, then I’ll pay him a visit before the arraignment,” Abby says, looking at me, raising her right eyebrow.
I’ve come to recognize that she’s testing me, what the fucking Hades!
“Yes, and maybe I can pay Mr. Edwards a visit this evening,” I say, smiling politely at her.
“Great! I’m sure that we’re going to make a great team,” Abby declares, crossing her arms, grinning.
“I’m sure that we will,” I say, nodding as I walk out of her office.
What the fucking Hades!
I think that I need to get some patience to control my smart-ass mouth. It wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.
I walk down the hall, into my little office. I walk over to my desk to turn off my laptop and collect my stuff. I then walk out of the office walking down the hall and out of the law firm
I lift my face up, closing my eyes, sighing. Finally, I get to go home after a busy day. It's been exhausting learning everything about my new internship, especially how to stay on Abby's good side.
I’m going to pay Mr. Edwards a visit after dinner and I hope that it doesn’t take too long.
; Fifteen
Paige
I walk into the building, and over to the security guard. I put my bag on the “Ms. Ward, the prisoner will be here in a few,” the prison officer says, standing tall, looking down at me. He turns, walks away leaving me in the room.
The room is cold, painted a dark gray, very ominous. A chill runs up my back producing goosebumps. I pull my sweater closer to warm up.
I take a step, pulling out the steel chair. I place my bag on the table, pulling out the long yellow legal pad and a pen. I stand near the door, looking around the room, rubbing my arms.
It’s so fucking cold in here. Next time, I’m bringing a coat. A few minutes later the door opens, and a huge man wearing an orange overalls with chains on his wrists and legs walks inside with his head down.
“Ms. Ward, I’ll be standing outside if you need anything,” the prison guard says, taking off the chains.
“Thanks,” I say in a low tone, crossing my arms. I look at Mr. Edwards furrowing my eyebrows.
Why does he seem familiar?
The prison guard closes the door, and Mr. Edwards remains standing looking at the floor.
“Mr. Edwards, I’m Paige Ward and I’m here to take your statement and all the facts that you can remember. Ms. Abby Jensen is your attorney and I’m her assistant. Would you have a seat,” I say, looking at him.
Mr. Edwards looks up; his eyes widen startled, shaking his head.
“It can’t fucking be possible that you’re my attorney,” Casper says, clenching his fists.
Fucking Hades!
It’s Casper the man that I’ve been dreaming of all damn week!
Really?
Is it possible that he’s a fucking rapist?
I stare at him, biting my lower lip, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Casper, I’m just as surprised as you are,” I say, walking over to him.
“I’m not your attorney, I’m her assistant but don’t worry because I’m here to help you,” I say, looking up at him.
Casper is inhaling deeply and exhaling, grinding his jaw. His eyes look wild, he looks like he wants to take me in his arms but at the same time run out of here.