Anguish
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“You’re right about that,” Ash says. “Are we going in?”
I stare at the club again, surrounded by all those bikes.
“Jay is scared.” Santana grins.
Ash hooks her arm through mine. “Don’t be, I swear they don’t bite.”
Oh, God.
Someone help me.
CHAPTER SIX
Oh. My. God.
I’ve never seen or even pictured a biker club or what it might be like on the inside, but even if I had, it would have been wrong.
Very wrong.
This is . . . insane. Upon first glance, I get an eyeful of bikers. Lots of them. About twenty, maybe more. They’re strewn about, some playing pool in the large living area, others drinking the indoor bar, others kissing and fondling what I assume are whores and some are just lazing about, smoking. They’re all dressed in leather, but some are young and others are older, with long, grey beards.
“I . . .”
Santana laughs, waving to the guys as she drags me past, as if they’re just long lost uncles. A chorus of “Tana” travels through the room, and I shudder. Damn, I wouldn’t want to mess with any of these girls. Not with these clubs behind them.
“Are those women . . . whores?” I whisper to Santana.
Ash is behind me, but she answers for Santana. “Yeah, they are. There’s anywhere between three and ten of them that come in and out, basically for the boys’ pleasure.”
“Aren’t they married?” I squeak.
“Some have Old Ladies,” Santana adds. “Even then, it doesn’t stop all of them.”
“Old Ladies?” I gasp. “What the hell is an Old Lady?”
“That’s what you’re called when you’re a biker’s woman. It’s a term of endearment, believe it or not.”
Old Lady? That’s a compliment?
“Ah, okay,” I say, pressing Diesel closer to my chest.
“Ohhhhhheeeeee!”
The squeal comes from behind us. We all stop and turn to see a gorgeous, tall woman rushing towards me. I realize she’s looking at Diesel, and I tighten my grip.
“That’s YaYa,” Santana whispers. “She’s harmless.”
“Is this Mack’s baby?” she croons, skidding to a stop in front of me and leaning down. “Ohhhhh, he looks just like him.”
I blink. Awkward.
She presses kisses all over his face, which in turn causes him to cry and me to be bombarded with all her hair, and trust me, she’s got a lot of it. She finally lifts her head and looks down at me, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?”
“This is Jaylah,” Santana answers for me. “Mack’s nanny. She’s awesome.”
She studies me, then smiles. “Takes a good strong woman to put up with that man.”
“You’re telling me,” I mutter.
She laughs. “Well, you call YaYa if he gets too much, you hear?”
I stare at her, confused.
“It’s her first time in the club, or any club,” Santana informs YaYa.
YaYa laughs, loudly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “You’ll be just fine, honey. They’re all big teddy bears.”
They might be teddy bears, but they’re filled with steel.
“Come on. Let’s get a drink while we wait for the guys to get back.”
The girls lead me over to the bar area and I notice Tyke sitting, drinking. I smile at him, and he flashes one right back. Thank God, a familiar face.
“Austin,” Santana calls and a young, good-looking biker comes out.
“Hey Tana,” he says, nodding to the rest of us.
“Can we have some drinks?”
“Alcoholic?”
“No, not for now.”
He nods and begins making drinks. Santana sits next to me on the stool and reaches out for Diesel. I hand him over and we all sit down.
“So, tell us more about the night you threw poop on Mack’s woman,” Ash says, leaning forward.
“It was hilarious, even when he was angry at me, I couldn’t help but laugh until it hurt. She was horrified, and I got them right in the middle of doing it.”
Santana’s eyes widen. “They were doing it? Like . . . fucking?” she whispers.
I nod, grinning. “I walked in and they were against the wall, I just made a noise and when she turned, I threw it. Hit her right in the face.”
“Oh my God.” Ash giggles. “That’s gold. How did he react?”
“He chased me down the hall.” I laugh. “And when he finally got me, he pinned me to it and told me I ruined his nightly fuck, and unless I was willing to take her place, I’d better stop.”
Their mouths drop open.
“He offered you to take her place?” Pippa gasps.
I blink. “He was kidding.”
Ash shakes her head. “Oh, honey, I bet he wasn’t.”
“Pretty sure he was.”
Santana leans closer. “Honey, trust me, if you wanted a piece of Mack you could get it. He likes his women; he just doesn’t get close to them.”
A piece of Mack.
Oh, yes.
I shake my head. “It’s fine, I just got out of complicated. I don’t need it again.”
“Come on,” Ash says, leaning close too. “You can’t say you’re not curious. Even I’m curious about broody, silent, sexy-as-hell Mack.”
I shrug. “Sure, he’s good looking but we clash in big ways and I’m just the nanny.”
I stare at the club again, surrounded by all those bikes.
“Jay is scared.” Santana grins.
Ash hooks her arm through mine. “Don’t be, I swear they don’t bite.”
Oh, God.
Someone help me.
CHAPTER SIX
Oh. My. God.
I’ve never seen or even pictured a biker club or what it might be like on the inside, but even if I had, it would have been wrong.
Very wrong.
This is . . . insane. Upon first glance, I get an eyeful of bikers. Lots of them. About twenty, maybe more. They’re strewn about, some playing pool in the large living area, others drinking the indoor bar, others kissing and fondling what I assume are whores and some are just lazing about, smoking. They’re all dressed in leather, but some are young and others are older, with long, grey beards.
“I . . .”
Santana laughs, waving to the guys as she drags me past, as if they’re just long lost uncles. A chorus of “Tana” travels through the room, and I shudder. Damn, I wouldn’t want to mess with any of these girls. Not with these clubs behind them.
“Are those women . . . whores?” I whisper to Santana.
Ash is behind me, but she answers for Santana. “Yeah, they are. There’s anywhere between three and ten of them that come in and out, basically for the boys’ pleasure.”
“Aren’t they married?” I squeak.
“Some have Old Ladies,” Santana adds. “Even then, it doesn’t stop all of them.”
“Old Ladies?” I gasp. “What the hell is an Old Lady?”
“That’s what you’re called when you’re a biker’s woman. It’s a term of endearment, believe it or not.”
Old Lady? That’s a compliment?
“Ah, okay,” I say, pressing Diesel closer to my chest.
“Ohhhhhheeeeee!”
The squeal comes from behind us. We all stop and turn to see a gorgeous, tall woman rushing towards me. I realize she’s looking at Diesel, and I tighten my grip.
“That’s YaYa,” Santana whispers. “She’s harmless.”
“Is this Mack’s baby?” she croons, skidding to a stop in front of me and leaning down. “Ohhhhh, he looks just like him.”
I blink. Awkward.
She presses kisses all over his face, which in turn causes him to cry and me to be bombarded with all her hair, and trust me, she’s got a lot of it. She finally lifts her head and looks down at me, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?”
“This is Jaylah,” Santana answers for me. “Mack’s nanny. She’s awesome.”
She studies me, then smiles. “Takes a good strong woman to put up with that man.”
“You’re telling me,” I mutter.
She laughs. “Well, you call YaYa if he gets too much, you hear?”
I stare at her, confused.
“It’s her first time in the club, or any club,” Santana informs YaYa.
YaYa laughs, loudly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “You’ll be just fine, honey. They’re all big teddy bears.”
They might be teddy bears, but they’re filled with steel.
“Come on. Let’s get a drink while we wait for the guys to get back.”
The girls lead me over to the bar area and I notice Tyke sitting, drinking. I smile at him, and he flashes one right back. Thank God, a familiar face.
“Austin,” Santana calls and a young, good-looking biker comes out.
“Hey Tana,” he says, nodding to the rest of us.
“Can we have some drinks?”
“Alcoholic?”
“No, not for now.”
He nods and begins making drinks. Santana sits next to me on the stool and reaches out for Diesel. I hand him over and we all sit down.
“So, tell us more about the night you threw poop on Mack’s woman,” Ash says, leaning forward.
“It was hilarious, even when he was angry at me, I couldn’t help but laugh until it hurt. She was horrified, and I got them right in the middle of doing it.”
Santana’s eyes widen. “They were doing it? Like . . . fucking?” she whispers.
I nod, grinning. “I walked in and they were against the wall, I just made a noise and when she turned, I threw it. Hit her right in the face.”
“Oh my God.” Ash giggles. “That’s gold. How did he react?”
“He chased me down the hall.” I laugh. “And when he finally got me, he pinned me to it and told me I ruined his nightly fuck, and unless I was willing to take her place, I’d better stop.”
Their mouths drop open.
“He offered you to take her place?” Pippa gasps.
I blink. “He was kidding.”
Ash shakes her head. “Oh, honey, I bet he wasn’t.”
“Pretty sure he was.”
Santana leans closer. “Honey, trust me, if you wanted a piece of Mack you could get it. He likes his women; he just doesn’t get close to them.”
A piece of Mack.
Oh, yes.
I shake my head. “It’s fine, I just got out of complicated. I don’t need it again.”
“Come on,” Ash says, leaning close too. “You can’t say you’re not curious. Even I’m curious about broody, silent, sexy-as-hell Mack.”
I shrug. “Sure, he’s good looking but we clash in big ways and I’m just the nanny.”
