Watching
1355 Words
Jasmine
Now that the club was closed and secure, the MC wanted us at the clubhouse asap to go over what happened. Really, I didn't have anything to tell. Saw a sketchy guy wearing a mask, figured he was up to no good and dinged him right in the head with my shoe. I didn't know what or who was going after the Souls businesses and frankly didn't want to know. In my life I have learned. The less I know the better.
Sighing, I dressed up, grabbed my purse and headed outside. Walking through the club, I slammed into what I could only describe as a brick wall.
"Ouch!"
Glancing up, the two most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen seemed to peer into my soul. I had seen him earlier, but up close?
Damn
He was handsome, no, beautiful. Like he was sculpted from granite. Tall, thick like a Greek God. Five o'clock shadow dusting his beautiful olive skin and sharp jaw. His messy dark hair came down just above his ears. Looking down at his vest, eye level at me, I saw his name. Ace. Sergeant at Arms. Ah. Security guy. I'm sure this incident rained on his parade.
"Sorry." I muttered. Looking away. What the hel*l? I never got shy. But I guess this bahemoth of a man had me questioning that shyness.
"All good kitten. It's not every day a beautiful dancer slams into my chest. After the stunt you pulled inside, I'm honored to be honest." He winked.
Jesus. This man was quite the talker. I'm sure he had women throwing themselves at his feet. Not that I was looking for anything serious, ever, I wouldn't mind seeing his head between my legs.
I smirked. "Kitten? Because of my claws?"
"And you're cute. Spicy little thing."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok Romeo, where's this clubhouse at?"
He took a notepad out of his pocket and wrote it down. Huh, a guy still using the good old paper and pen? That's odd.
"Meet you there, big guy." I winked. Turning on my heel to my Road Glide bike. My pride and joy. This should be an interesting night.
Ace
I watched her put her helmet on and mount what could be one of the nicest bikes I've seen. Suddenly, I was made very aware of my di*k begging to be released and slammed into the little kitten while I bent her over her bike.
Godda*n she's sexy. And mysterious. I'd never seen her around town until tonight. And believe me, I would have noticed.
I mounted my bike and followed her and the others out. 15 minutes later, and we were back at the compound. Hatchet and the others were waiting outside.
"Hey man, rough night, huh?"
I sighed. Not liking where this was going. Opening night and something like this happens? Not putting a good word to my name. I never had a breach like this before.
"Look, man I'm sorry. I'm going to go back tomorrow and see how the fuc*k they disabled the power. I'm just glad no one got hurt."
"Ace." He slapped my shoulder. "I ain't mad. It's unfortunate, but I know you, and I know you'll work all god da*n day and night until you figure it out. This has never happened before, and something tells me it's club-related. We'll figure it out."
I nodded. Hatchet always knew what to say. He was strict in a fatherly way, but we always knew he cared.
We walked inside and scanned the crowd. Amongst our guys were the dancers. Some looked annoyed, some looked scared. And then there was the little kitten. Arms crossed, looking bored but also a hint of something that was kind of hard to decipher at first.
Awareness. Like she was scanning her surroundings for any threat. A glint of fear in her eyes. But it disappeared at once as soon as we made eye contact.
Hatchet clapped his hands together, gaining the interest of the crowd.
"Alright. We had a breach at Trixie's tonight. We are working on finding out who was involved and why. First we are going to talk to the lovely dancers so we can send you on your way. We will have a prospect tail you so you get home safely. We don't think any of you are in danger, but we will be closing the club for a week to investigate. Don't worry, you will continue to get your pay as well as an extra 25% to account for tips. Then we will reassess."
The girls looked at each other shocked, but pleased.
"Our sergeant at arms will be taking you back individually for your statements. The rest of you make yourself at home."
I went to my office, shutting the door. A light knock echoed off the door.
"Come in." I barked out. And in walked kitten.
I smirked. "Well hello kitten, eager to come see me?"
She rolled her eyes and sat on the chair in front of me.
"No, but I do need to get going."
I chuckled. Feisty. "Alright so just tell me what you saw tonight."
"Well, not much to be honest. After the lights went out, I saw a guy run past me down the hallway wearing a mask. I figured he wasn't one of your guys and up to no good. So, like I said, I threw my shoe at him. Decided at the very least it would slow him down."
I rubbed my stubble thoughtfully. "So, if he slowed down, what were you going to do?"
Her eyes gleamed but dimmed just as quickly. She shrugged. "Probably not much. I'm just one woman."
I doubted that. I watched her intently waiting for some kind of crack. But nothing. Her armor was strong. I'd give her that. I had a feeling this "one woman" had a hell of a backstory.
"Is that all?" She quipped.
"Ya, it is. You can go, but feel free to stick around for drinks if you want."
I crossed my metaphorical fingers. I wanted to crack this girl's armor. Find out what she's hiding behind those beautiful green eyes. Maybe take her upstairs and tie her up. Make her beg for release. Deprive her for hours until she comes undone.
Fu*k
She smiled, shaking her head.
"No, thanks. I need to get going. And it looks like your club wh*ars want to rip out my hair and leave me to the dogs."
I chuckled. "Not gonna happen. And what do you know about club wh*ars?"
Her eyes widened slightly, but she was able to cover up the shocked look fast.
I raised an eyebrow.
"I've been around an MC or two. I like to travel, so it's bound to happen in my line of work. Club wh*ars tend to not like me for whatever reason."
Because you're fu*king beautiful, and sexy, and command attention in any room you walk into. I thought. But also, she's lying. I've interrogated some of the toughest sons of bi*ches around. I knew when someone was covering their own a*s. Or was trying to hide their past. She was running. From something, or someone.
My eyes never left hers. I leaned back. "Alright, you can go. Drive safe."
She nodded and stood, heading to the door.
"Kitten? What's your name?"
She stopped, turning with a smile.
"Raven."
"No, your real one."
She stood, shoulders raised, back straight, studying my face.
"Jasmine."
And on that note she turned and left the room.
Jasmine. Her name left my lips. Perfect name for her. I inhaled deeply, trying to push down the feelings in my groin. Her scent hit me hard; cinnamon, and maybe a bit of something floral.
After an hour of speaking to the enforcers and dancers, I was ready to pass out. Enforcers didn't have much info besides what I already knew, and the dancers? Also, didn't have much besides the urge to bang me. Which I was only interested in banging one dancer.
And that dancer was a little kitten named Jasmine. And I'd be watching her.
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