Chapter 55 We have to go!
“I am so glad, because I love when you do it. Best mouth ever.”
He smiled, then got off me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run. Just as I was about to get up, he came back out with his face washed and a cloth in his hands. I lay back and spread my legs for him. He loved cleaning me up after he pleased me. He said taking care of me was his greatest fantasy. When he was done, he bent and kissed me there.
“Catalina, where the hell are you? We have to go!” Jenna yelled. I rolled my eyes and got off the bed.
“She acts like I wasn’t just waiting on her,” I grumbled as I got another pair of panties and put them on.
Viper chuckled, then grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to his lips.
“Be good. Try not to stir up any trouble. I’m sending the two new prospects with you. Their names are Donnie and Rob.”
“Normal names?”
“They haven’t earned their road names yet. Be safe, Angel.”
Jenna and I walked out of the clubhouse, and I looked at her.
“Can you believe my man just told me to try not to start any drama?”
Jenna started laughing as we got into her SUV.
“Torque told me the same thing. They act like we go looking for the mess that always finds us.”
“For real. The nerve of them.”
“But just in case… are you armed?” she asked me.
I lifted my red t-shirt to show her my knife holder strapped under my chest.
“You?” I asked.
“Yep. Got Old Earl right here,” she said, pointing to her boots. Old Earl was her favorite pistol.
“Heard from Papa?” she asked.
“Not since he told me he’d be at the wedding.”
“I wonder what he’s been doing all this time,” she said.
“Taskmaster told me he’s done a couple of jobs for him while I was at the Underground. So he’s been busy. He also texted me that he thinks Caruso is in town.”
“Yeah, he told me, too. I hope that bastard is, and Papa finds him.”
“Me too, sister. Me too.”
Atlas
“That’s it, baby. Take my dick all the way down that pretty throat. Fuck, yes,” I praised the new girl whose mouth I was using. As President, I try out all the new girls who want to work in my club. This one is going to be popular with the brothers. She doesn’t choke. I held her head down for a count of five, and she swallowed, squeezing me. That was all it took. I pulled out and pushed back in three times before I emptied myself.
I helped her up off her knees as she caught a drop on her lower lip with her tongue.
“Damn, sweetheart. You’re about to be the top girl in this club. Hope your pussy can handle all the action you’re going to get.”
“Thank you, Atlas.”
“Here’s your copy of the contract. You start with a one-year deal. After that, we’ll meet to see if you want to stay. You get a free bed upstairs. When you’re done here, go find a girl named Cherry. She’ll show you to your room. Your meals are covered. You get a monthly allowance of three thousand. You can not say no to any brother who wants to use you. You will do whatever they ask. If they want to share you, all you say is ‘where’ and ‘how many.’ If they want to fuck you out in the open, in the common area, you do not refuse. When we have parties, sometimes we invite other clubs. You will take care of their needs, too. You will always use protection. That’s the only thing you can say no to. If someone wants to go bare, you say no. Every two months, you get tested. Any questions?”
“What if someone wants to make me his Old Lady and I don’t want him?”
“You have a right to say no to that. But if you say yes, then he’s the only one you’re with as long as you’re claimed.”
“Okay.”
“Alright, sweetheart. Get going.”
I watched her nice backside as she left my office. A knock sounded, and Vice and Mal walked in.
“Just got a call from Marsh. The girls are on the move. What do you want to do?” Vice asked.
“Tell them if they see an opening, take them. Especially the smaller one.”
“Got it. Do you want them brought back here, or should they stay in New York?”
“Bring them here.”
“Okay.”
They walked out, and I smiled. Soon, I will have those bitches.
Catalina
“Welcome to Fashionista.”
“Hi. My sister and I have an appointment with Monica.”
“I’m Monica. Are you Catalina and Jenna?”
“Yes, I’m Catalina. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet both of you. Your file says you’re looking for wedding dresses?”
“Yes. Catalina and I are getting married this weekend,” Jenna said.
“Do you know what style you’re looking for?”
“Not long or too fluffy. We’re going on a ‘just married’ ride right after,” I said.
“Oh, are you two marrying bikers?”
“Do you know the Lords of Chaos?”
“Yeah, I’ve partied with them a couple of times. I have a favorite biker there.”
“I’ve never seen you at a party. And who’s your favorite biker?” I asked.
“Oh, well, I haven’t been to one in a while. Every time they’ve had one recently, I’ve been out of town. The biker’s name is Rockstar. Do you know him? He’s so dreamy, and his voice… ugh. Have you heard him sing? And his skills with his tongue…” Jenna and I laughed as she fanned herself.
“We know Rockstar. And yes, his voice is amazing. But neither of us knows anything about his tongue skills.”
“That’s too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing. He’s incredible. Anyway, back to dresses. Short and pretty, I can do that. Color? Do you want traditional white? Cream, peach, or pink? Or maybe something wild like rainbow or blue? I have a black and white dress that’s beautiful.”
For the next two hours, Jenna and I tried on dress after dress. Jenna chose the black and white one. It was stunning. It was a short, white A-line mini dress with a one-shoulder sleeve. It stopped above her knees and had a pattern of huge white and black roses all over it. She looked incredible in it.
“If you put your hair up, you’ll be perfect,” I told her.
“I agree. They’ll need to take it in a little. I’ve lost weight from being so happy,” she said with a huge smile. Then she looked at me fully and squealed. “Oh, Catalina.”
I looked at myself in the long mirror. My dress was a soft pink with a sheer white lace layer over it and long, sheer lace sleeves. It had a sweetheart neckline and a flower pattern all over. It was short, hitting mid-thigh, and it flared out from the tulle skirt underneath. It came with a princess crown that was a champagne color and covered in crystals.
“I love it. It’s perfect. I’ll straighten my hair and braid the top in five braids, then leave the rest down and long. It’ll look good with the crown.”
“I am so happy you two found your dresses!” Monica gushed.
She should be happy; her commission was going to be great.
“After we pin you in a little, Jenna, we’ll alter the dress and have them cleaned and ready by Thursday. And if for some reason you can’t pick them up by then, I’ll deliver them to the clubhouse myself so you have them for Saturday.”
“Thank you, Monica. And I’d love for you to come to the wedding. Maybe you’ll bump into Rockstar,” I said, smiling at her.
“I’d love to! Thank you!”
We changed out of our dresses. I strapped my knife holder just under my chest and made sure the six blades were secure. With my loose t-shirt on, you couldn’t tell anything was there.
As Jenna and I stepped out of the store, two things happened so fast neither of us could react. Two vans screeched to a stop. Men swarmed around us—some in suits, others in jeans and leather vests. Someone grabbed me around the middle and lifted me off my feet. I fought back and landed a solid kick on one guy. He went down hard. The man holding me cursed as I scratched deep lines into his arms. He dropped me and turned me toward him. I used the motion and kicked him in the side. I heard a rib break, and he grunted. Then he moved like a flash, and I took a punch to the face that made everything go dark as I heard Jenna scream my name.
Cold water hit me in the face, and I gasped. My eyes flew open, and I looked around wildly. I was surrounded by six men in jeans, black t-shirts, and leather vests. I was chained by my wrists to the ceiling. My shoulders ached from hanging in the air. I looked down at myself and was thankful I was still in my clothes—my cotton shorts, t-shirt, and shoes.
I looked at the men again. Three of them were strangers, but the other three were the ones from the pop-up shop in Daytona.
“Well, look who decided to wake up. You’ve been out for a while. Minx hit you a little too hard. Knocked you out for a good ten hours,” the one I knew as Atlas said.
My stomach dropped. Ten hours.
“Where’s my sister?”
“Don’t know and don’t care. You’re the one I wanted. My boys said some guys in suits took her. My guess? She’s with the Italian Mob.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. No, that couldn’t be. Where were the prospects who were supposed to be watching us?
“Please, you have to let me go. I need to get to my sister. They’ll kill her.”
“Not my problem.”
“Why am I here?”
“You see, I have a theory. It never would have clicked if Bull hadn’t run his mouth about you cutting me up, and earlier that day when you pulled a knife on my boy Vice over there like it came from nowhere. It all came together then.”
“Stop talking in circles. The sooner you’re done, the sooner I can leave and find my sister.” I should have kept my mouth shut. The slap across my face made my ears ring.
“Shut up, bitch. You’re not going anywhere. Now, as I was saying. I put it all together. I think you and your sister, or some of the brothers from the Lords, wiped out my club.”
“Why would we do that? And there’s no way I’d be trusted with something like that. I’m just an Old Lady.”
“Ah, but I know for a fact you’re not just an Old Lady. You see, Butcher bragged about two of the Old Ladies having higher body counts than anyone in the club, and I’d bet my life you’re one of them.”
“You’re wrong. How could I take out a whole club? That would be suicide.”
“Not if you had help, and if you drugged everyone there, or if they were so drunk you could lead them right to their end.”
“You’re crazy.”
“We’ll see about that. My VP Mal, he’s an expert at making people talk. His favorite tool is a whip, but he’ll start slow.”
I watched as Mal walked over to a table I hadn’t noticed, covered in tools for causing pain. Fuck, this was going to hurt. But they’d never get a word out of me. I thrive on pain. These bastards won’t know what’s coming when I’m done with them.