by Erin Osborne
I’m not going to complain. The money is good, and my hours are in the morning. Plus, Brenda, the manager, is more than willing to work around my schedule for counseling and group therapy. Once I explained the situation, Brenda was happy to ensure I made it to my appointments. Those days I simply work an afternoon shift instead. Either way, I’m home before dark. I don’t like driving in the dark, so that’s a major plus as well.
Mark and I work together putting the clothes back on hangers, making sure the tables are neat and folded. We do have a few tee-shirts here displaying the store logo. I’m not sure I’d wear one when I’m not on the clock, but I suppose people out there don’t give a shit about what they wear. That’s one of the habits I’m still trying to break.
After the section is straightened out, we go to the storeroom where Mark shows me where everything we’ll need is located. I won’t have a problem since everything is labeled and the boxes also have what the contents are. Once I get a routine down that works for me, I’ll have no problems making sure everything is stocked on the floors.
Since we’re working on the clothing section right now, we grab what we need and place the boxes on a cart to take with us. It’s basically an overly large shopping cart so customers won’t trip over the thing. Mark and I work in companionable silence until a customer comes in. It’s one of the girls from the club, Mia. She’s a newer house bunny and I’m sure it won’t be long until everyone knows I’m now working at Naughty Peach. That’s not something I’m looking forward to.
“Gwen, I didn’t know you worked here,” Mia states, walking over toward us on the floor.
“Today’s my first day. Is there somethin’ in particular you’re looking for?” I ask her, trying to keep the embarrassment out of my voice.
“Nope. I know exactly what I need to get. The guys sent me with a list. All of them need something or other from here. Especially Killer. He’s got a list a mile long,” she replies, an evil smile on her face.
“That’s nice of you,” I tell her, ignoring the jab about Killer.
Like I said, everyone knows I have a stupid crush on the man. I’ll either get over it or things will get really uncomfortable around here for me.
“Well, I better be going. I’ll make sure to tell everyone you said hi,” she tosses over her shoulder as she saunters away.
“Friend of yours?” Mark questions me once she’s on the other side of the store.
“Not really. She’s one of the girls who stay at the Phantom Bastard clubhouse,” I state.
“How do you know the club?”
“My sister is with a member. They’ve been helping me out since I got here. So, I hang out at the clubhouse on family days and things like that,” I inform him, knowing I shouldn’t have even told him that much.
“Gotcha. Good group of guys. They’ve helped me out a time or two when I’ve needed it,” he lets me know.
We continue working on stocking the clothing section until Mia makes her way to the counter with a basket full of things. Mark leads me back behind the register so I can ring up her purchase. While I begin scanning and bagging everything for her, Mia makes her way over to the clothing section. She comes back with a pair of the cheapest looking shoes I’ve ever seen in my life along with a few other pieces of lingerie. More power to her I guess.
My face is flaming red at the tubes of lube, vibrators, and other things the guys will use when they have their fun at the clubhouse. Instead of my mind remaining firmly off of Killer, I try to imagine which of this stuff is what he wanted her to get. Still I don’t say anything as Mia watches me.
“Are you sure you should be working here?” she finally questions me when I have the last of her items scanned.
“Why would you ask me that?” I demand of her, knowing she’s only trying to start problems for me.
“Well, you’re too virginal for a place like this to begin with. Second of all, I can guarantee you haven’t told your sister or anyone else from the club you’re working here,” she states as if she knows a thing about my life.
“I can do whatever I want to. Last I knew, I was of legal age to make my own decisions,” I state with annoyance and sadness tinging my voice.
“I know you’re at least eighteen or you wouldn’t be at the clubhouse as much as you are. I don’t believe for a second you’re a day over twenty-one. Are you?” Mia questions me, that evil smirk of hers back in place.
“You don’t get to know anything about me,” I tell her, giving her the total of her purchase.
Mia takes the hint when Mark comes up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I don’t bother turning to look at him as Mia hands over the cash and waits silently while I put in the amount she gave me and hand her back the change.
“Thank you for shopping at Naughty Peach. Have a great day,” I tell her with a fake smile pasted on my face.
“I’d say the same, but I think your day is about to get a lot worse,” she taunts, grabbing the bags I set on the counter for her. “I wouldn’t want to be standing too close to her when the guys from the club show up.”
“I’m not afraid of them at all,” Mark responds as Mia gets to the door.
His deep voice sends a tremor through my body. Turning my head, I take a long look at my co-worker. He’s cute in his own way. Mark has blond hair he’s currently wearing in a spiked mohawk. There are huge holes in his ears where it would normally be pierced. There’s also a ring through one side of his nose and another one through his lower lip. Mark’s clothes are baggy so I’m not sure what his body looks like. Though I can see a few tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his black tee-shirt.
If I weren’t so hung up on Killer, or working here, I may just try to date Mark. Instead, he’ll simply be a friend and co-worker. I think I’ll like having him as a friend though. He seems protective without being over the top like the guys in the club. A genuine smile covers my face as we walk from behind the counter and get back to work.
The rest of my day at Naughty Peach goes much the same. Before long, Mark is letting me ring up customers on my own when we get one in. By the time our shift is done for the day, we have the entire store stocked and ready to go for the next person, Carla. She’s grateful for our hard work as we punchout and leave for the day.
Getting in my car, I let the heat of the interior sink in my bones and close my eyes for a minute. I’m going to need my strength for whatever happens when I get to Killer’s place. I’m not sure if he’ll even be there or if he’ll say a word to me about working here, but I want to mentally prepare myself just in case. It’s not like I’m looking forward to anyone saying a word to me about working here or anything else I do in my life.
Chapter Four
Killer
INSTEAD OF GOING to work at one of the club’s businesses today, I’ll be heading out to Shadowville. Renegade has a bitch that’s been giving them a hard time and Slim agreed to take her off his hands. Apparently my President thinks we can manage her better than Renegade’s crew. If she wants to act out here, she’ll be out of the club without a second thought. We don’t deal with that shit. Half of the women have left because we don’t tolerate them fucking with the ol’ ladies and the rest are slowly learning to get along with Jennifer, Shy, Sam, Gwen, and the rest of the women.
There’s only one who I think is going to be a problem. Her name is Mia. She’s only been here a few days. Instead of being grateful we’re giving her a roof over her head, money, and food to eat, Mia thinks she’s entitled to anyone and anything she wants within the walls of the clubhouse. She’ll have a rude awakening coming to her soon when she finds that shit out.
Mia is short and slender. She’s so skinny I wonder if she’s on drugs because I haven’t seen the woman eat in the few weeks she’s been with us. She’ll drink and fuck the men, but that’s it. We could all have a plate of food with the ol’ ladies sitting in the common room and she’s the only one with a drink and nothing else in front of her. Even the other house bunnies have
been eating with us in the common room when the ol’ ladies are there. Shy wants them to feel as if they’re more than just holes for us to fuck and they’re beginning to intermingle with one another. It’s a slow process.
Anyway, Mia has bleach blonde hair that’s definitely from a bottle. Her roots have been showing since she walked through the door. Instead of her pale blue eyes shining and showing any sign of life, they’re dead and lifeless. I’ve never even seen a smile appear on her face unless she’s causing trouble. Then it’s more of an evil grimace instead of a real smile. She’s got trouble written all over her. Especially when the ol’ ladies and kids are around, and Mia struts her ass around the clubhouse wearing barely enough clothing to cover her tits and ass. More than once we’ve yelled at her for her pussy showing when the kids are around. She simply laughs it off and doesn’t change.
Usually the house bunnies stick together, and they want nothing to do with her ass. I’ve really never seen anything like it. We’re gonna end up tossing her out on her ass before too long; it’s a guarantee. Plus, I’m not sure she’s not here as a rat or something. If that’s the case, we’ll call in Summer to deal with her ass. Hopefully Summer is around when the time comes.
Today we all made a list of shit to get from Naughty Peach, the adult toy store on the outskirts of town. Instead of being aggravated about having to go get all the shit we put on there, Mia acted like we only trust her to get our things for us. That’s not the case at all. We’re telling her she’s nothing more than our bitch. I’m not sure if she’s too dumb to realize what we’re doing or if the years of bleaching her brittle hair is going to her brain.
I won’t be touching the skank. You couldn’t pay me to touch her with someone else’s cock. She’s got patch chaser written all over her. Honestly, I can’t even remember how she came to be a house bunny at the clubhouse. She kind of just showed up one day. I’ll have to double check with Fox to see if he did a full background on her yet.
Anyway, I’ve picked up one of the SUVs and our Vault will be riding out with me. He may be a patched member, but I don’t think he’s earned shit yet. Not with the way he’s been acting out since losing Hound. We all miss our fallen brother, but he’s taking it to the extreme. Won’t even talk to his brother Valor. If they do talk, it almost comes to blows. Hopefully today he can get his head out of his ass.
“Let me know if you need to stop. I don’t plan on it unless we absolutely have to. Want to be home before dark,” I tell him, knowing he’s probably not gonna say a word in response.
“Not a problem for me. I have some things to do as soon as we get back anyway,” he replies, looking out the window.
“What’s that? Drinkin’ till you can’t see straight again?”
“Nope. I know I’ve been an ass of epic proportions. That’s why I’m leavin’. For good this time. I only came back to get my shit,” he informs me.
“You’re leavin’ the club?” I question the young man next to me. “What about your family? Annabell?”
“She doesn’t need me. I’m no good for her,” Vault tells me, finally looking at me instead of out the window. “She’s goin’ to college and build a good life for herself. I’m nothin’ more than a member in the club who saved her when no one else could. My family is gone. I’ve got myself and that’s it. Too much shit around here reminds me of the one person I’ll never have back in my life.”
“Look, we all miss your dad. A lot. That doesn’t mean you have to leave everythin’ you love behind,” I let him know, realizing this is the most he’s talked since we buried Hound.
“I already talked to Slim about what I need to do. You’re gonna have church when we get back to give me a final answer,” Vault says, turning his attention back out the window.
“What’s that?”
“Movin’ to Cedar Bay and openin’ up my own chapter of the club. I’ve already talked to Slim about it. There aren’t the reminders there of my dad and I can get away from everythin’ here,” he tells me, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the passing scenery.
Not only am I shocked to shit right now, I know everything here isn’t what Vault wants to get rid of. He wants to get rid of Annabell. Even if he doesn’t say the words, he’s running from her. Vault isn’t a complicated man to figure out. He loves with everything in him and takes shit hard. Not only that, but he keeps to himself. There isn’t a single person he’s talked to about the loss of his father. Or what he truly feels for Annabell. We all know he wants her as his ol’ lady but he won’t take that step.
I honestly have no room to talk to him about that shit. When it comes to Gwen, I won’t make a fucking move on her either. I’m lying to myself when I say I want her to get some experience in the world. Go out on some dates and live her life the way she wants to. I know when I get my hands on her, she will be mine. Gwen will be lucky if I let her leave my fucking bed when I finally get to sink deep inside her body.
Gwen walks around the house in the skimpiest clothes I’ve ever seen her in. Usually, her body is covered to the point only her face and hands are seen. While that’s been slowly changing, I’ve never seen the clothes she’s been wearing around me. It’s only been recently I’ve gotten glimpses of her toned, tight body as she wears bathing suits and short cut offs with tank tops. Her skin is a golden brown from time spent in the sun. Her hair is even becoming lighter because of the sun making the brown and golden blonde shades become even lighter. She’s stunning without even trying. What makes it even harder is being able to see her nipples poking through her shirts when she’s not wearing a bra around the house.
We don’t have conversations or hang out in the living room together watching shitty TV or movies I have no interest in. When we’re in the house at the same time, Gwen stays holed up in her temporary room. The only signs I know she’s awake is because of the music coming out from under the door when I walk by. She’s got an eclectic taste in music. I’ve heard rock, country, sad songs, and things I never thought I’d hear from her. Including Pony by Ginuwine.
Shaking my head, I clear out all thoughts of Gwen from my mind. She can’t be taking up space when I’m not there to see her. Or touch her body to see if her skin feels as smooth as I know it actually is. Even if it’s slowly killing me to live in the same space as her. It’s a torture I’m willing to endure because in the end she will be mine. For now, it’s a matter of playing the long game to ensure she’s mine. At least in my mind that’s how I’m playing things.
The rest of the drive, Vault and I remain silent. There’s no need to talk as we’re both thinking of what we need to. I’m trying to keep my mind on this new bitch coming to our clubhouse and what the ride back is going to entail. Vault already said he’s not going to ride up front on the way home. He’ll take a nap in the back. I’m fine with him sleeping because he’s a light sleeper and will wake if anything happens where I need him. If not, he’ll be rested up for church when we get home.
Getting out of the SUV at the Satan’s Anarchy clubhouse, I take a minute to stretch my body out from hours sitting behind the wheel. Hadliegh and Natasha are sitting outside with their kids as I nod in their direction. Both women wave back at me before I turn to make my way inside the clubhouse.
Vault follows me inside as our eyes adjust to the dim interior. There was definitely a party here last night based on the smells assaulting my senses right now. Plus, the Prospects cleaning up the common room is another pretty good indicator. The few members sitting in the common room are looking rough as hell.
“Killer, it’s good to see you,” Renegade calls out, walking from one of the back hallways.
“You too. Where is this bitch?” I question, wanting to get back on the road so we can get home for church.
“She’s makin’ sure she got all of her shit. You guys are gonna have your hands full. I’ve had to pull Had off of her more than once already. Bitch hasn’t even been here a month,” Psycho answers me, walking up behind his brother.
“We got one
of them ourselves. She’ll be gone soon. If this bitch isn’t ready to play by our rules, she’ll be out on her ass quicker than fuck. It will suck for her too since she doesn’t know anyone in Benton Falls,” I assure the brothers in charge of Satan’s Anarchy.
“Her name is Kelly. She’s barely twenty-two and thinks her shit don’t stink. That she’s better than anyone in this clubhouse. Even tried to tell Tash she couldn’t do whatever she wanted in here because it’s up to me what everyone does. Yet the skankarilla doesn’t know how to listen to her own advice,” Renegade informs me as we wait for the bitch to meet us out here.
“Mia is just as bad. She thinks she’s top bitch in the clubhouse because we all put together a list of the most asinine things from the local adult store for her to go get. That was just before I left the clubhouse to come here. She’s always pushin’ up on us all tryin’ to get us to fuck her. Hasn’t realized she’s been there a while now and only one brother has touched her. He only got a blowjob from her and said she can’t suck cock to save her life,” I fill them in on our problem skank.
“Kelly is just as bad. She’s made her rounds here of the brothers and doesn’t know how to keep her hands off the taken guys. Grave would never hit a woman and she’s pushed him to the point he’s had to leave the clubhouse because he came damn close to hittin’ her. Made his woman cry and got all the kids in the back worked up durin’ a family day,” Psycho lets me know how bad she really is.
“Yeah, Shy will knock her ass the fuck out if she tries to pull that shit at our place,” Vault finally speaks up for the first time since arriving.
Nodding my head, I see a woman walking from a different hallway. She’s got two huge bags of her shit and I know this is Kelly. She definitely has the look of a skank based on how little clothing she’s wearing and the smirk on her face as her eyes land on Vault and me. Kelly’s eyes are now lowered as she stops next to me. I shudder at the amount of make-up caked on her face. She has definitely been rode hard and put away wet by someone. For someone so young, she looks much older than her years.
