I sent the prospect a text earlier in the day, telling him that she is coming and to stay as far away from her all night. He readily agreed and promised he wouldn’t say a word.
We eventually went home to get changed and ready for the party tonight. For the last fifteen minutes, I have been pacing back and forth in front of my window. Serena closed her curtains when she got home, saying she wanted her outfit to be a surprise for us. As much as I want to see her in the sexiest outfit she owns, I dread it too. There are too many shady characters that will be there tonight, and I don’t trust a single one of them anymore.
The curtain opens suddenly, stopping me in my tracks. My jaw drops as I look at my girl. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek low ponytail. Her makeup is on the darker side with thick eyeliner, fake lashes, and deep red lipstick. A silver sparkly dress clings to her body and shows the right amount of cleavage, leaving little to the imagination. She is wearing her leather jacket over it, making her look like a biker fairy.
She does a twirl, showing me every sexy inch of her body before turning on her light and leaving the room. I rush out of mine, wanting to be outside before she is.
I open my front door at the same time she does. He locked eyes, and all the unspoken words we wanted to say hung between us. We are both worried for tonight, unsure of what we are walking into. Knowing my dad, it’s nothing good.
I take a step towards her, but stop when I see Odin running up her driveway. His steps falter as he takes in how hot our girl is. He bites his knuckle, and he unashamedly readjusts his jeans. Zeus is the last to arrive and does a double-take at Serena. A giggle leaves her lips at their reactions before she takes us in.
We are all similarly dressed for tonight. Dark jeans, black long-sleeved shirts, and our cuts. We are required to wear them when in the clubhouse.
In silence, we all walk towards Serena’s car like we are walking to the gallows. None of us wants tonight to happen, but there is no stopping it.
Serena
I never wanted to come back, and yet here I am. I know I don’t have a choice in the matter, but this sucks. I wouldn’t do anything that could put the guys into danger, and I know they wouldn’t do that to me either, but it almost seems worth it to avoid this.
The drive isn’t long to the clubhouse. Midas parks my car close to the entrance so we can make a speedy getaway if we need to. We have a plan tonight. Someone will always be by my side, and if possible, the four of us will stick together. There will be no chance of their dad’s cornering me again.
It's now or never. I open my car door and step out into the cool December air. My dress is short, and not practical for this weather or event, but I wanted to look good for my guys.
Midas wraps his arm around my shoulders, while Zeus wraps his arm around my waist, sandwiching me between them. Odin is standing in front of us, waiting for the sign that we are ready to go in. I nod my head, telling them to go.
We waited as long as we could before coming tonight. It’s just after eleven at night. This way we only have to spend an hour here before we can leave.
We march in sync to the front door. The crown-wearing skull is mocking me as we approach. Or at least that is how it feels. Like it knows what horrors are behind this door and will do nothing to stop them.
Odin pushes the door open to hell, and we willingly enter. The place looks the same as it did the last time I was here. Still dingy and grubby. Bikers in every corner of the room as loud music blasts through the sound system. The smell of liquor and weed permeates the air, adding to the uninviting atmosphere.
I spot Zane, Ryker, and Axel the second I step inside. Sitting at the back of the room on a couch watching three girls dance is only their underwear. They haven’t noticed us yet, and I pray it stays that way.
Odin motions to the bar before walking away. I stay rooted to my spot by the door, too terrified to walk any further. Midas squeezes my shoulder in reassurance. They won’t leave my side tonight. I am safe with them. Nothing can happen.
Odin quickly returns with three beer bottles for the guys and a can of Coke for me. I opted out of drinking tonight, not trusting anyone here. They are the type to take advantage of a girl under the influence.
Case and point. I see an older gentleman, who looks the same age as my grandpa, grope a girl who is intoxicated. When she doesn’t swat him away, he takes that as an invitation to touch her more. His hand travels up her skirt. A smug grin on his face as he, in full sight of everyone, starts fingering her. She doesn’t look like she even notices what he is doing.
Needing away from that, I turn and walk to the furthest wall from them. I lean against it as I take in my surroundings. The hall that leads to the room of doom is on the opposite side, and I plan on staying far away right it. The pool tables are all in use, as guys make bets on who they think will win. More girls than I originally saw are walking amongst the crowd of men. Handing out drinks. Being toyed with. It’s disgusting to see.
Zane finally pulls his eyes away from the girls dancing in front of him and locks eyes with me. He stands up, chugs the rest of his drink, and walks towards us.
Midas lets out a deep growl before storming off towards his father. Midas grabs him by the arms, which pisses off Zane, says a few words to him, and the two of them storm towards a closed door. It shuts behind them, sealing the two of them away.
I don’t know how long Midas was in there with his dad before they finally emerged. Neither looks happy, but at least there aren’t any visible injuries on either of them. Midas stomps towards the bar, ordering another drink and having a few words with the man behind the bar. They glance my way before more words are shared between them.
I look at my phone. It’s already eleven-thirty, meaning I only have to endure this for another thirty minutes before we can leave.
An older gentleman that I saw the last time I was here walks over to Odin, Zeus, and me. From appearances only, he looks like the nicest guy in here. His grey hair is cut short. A few tattoos poke out from the sleeves of his white t-shirt. His eyes look like they are haunted by his past. He has a cautious smile on his lips as he looks at me.
“Good evening,” He says.
“Jimmy, good to see you, man,” Odin says as he reaches out to shake Jimmy’s hand.
The two of them start talking, but I tune them out. I’m not interested in knowing what goes on in the club. That is their business, not mine.
Every once and a while, Jimmy looks at me like he is seeing a ghost, but he never says anything. After a few more minutes, Jimmy says his goodbyes before walking to the other side of the room to a few other older gentlemen.
