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Silas~
Blipping the throttle, the engine roared as we rode into the biker parking area in the club basement. Slowly, everything went silent as we all killed the engines and hopped off our bikes. I pulled off my helmet, ran a hand through my hair once, and hung the helmet on my handlebars.
I adjusted my jacket and pushed back the ring on my index finger when Brook let out a loud yawn.
Carter burst into laughter. "Hungry for some action? There are plenty of women out there waiting..." he teased while I kept running my fingers through my hair. "I need something hot down my throat. Anyone else in?"
"Sure, man," I cut in as we marched out of the basement together into the clubroom. I climbed onto a barstool and had the bartender pour me some brandy. Carter joined me, and I sipped from my glass, feeling the burn down my throat, causing me to gasp.
As usual, the club was filled with women who never caught my interest, and here were my men, scanning the room from corner to corner. The music was loud, and my forehead would soon start throbbing, so I knew I'd need to make my exit after spending some time with the crew.
Carter had already finished his drink and signaled for another, his hand wrapped around the glass. "You know what? I respect Barron for never being picky with these women. Are you seeing him with those three girls after a tiring road trip? Now I want to imagine how he's going to handle all of them..." He cracked a joke and took another sip. "But Brook is still searching for a Mexican woman, when every one of us here has options."
"Not all, man..." Brook turned around, scratching the back of his neck. "There are some women who won't satisfy what I need, and only a Mexican woman does that for me."
"Good for you, knowing exactly what your body craves..." I muttered, and we all burst into laughter.
I grabbed a towel and wiped my face, my breathing still returning to normal after the long road trip. I'd really enjoyed the ride, and we were looking forward to another one soon. It had been quite a while since I'd gone on a solo ride. Although that was enjoyable too, I still preferred road trips with the crew as a competition.
When our engines roar through the streets and down the highways, the town knows we've arrived, and everything goes quiet, leaving only the sound of our bikes.
I bit my lower lip and signaled the bartender for ice in my drink. Maybe I needed something cold now that the heat of the gin had wound me up. He filled my glass with ice and poured more brandy.
"For Carter's new position as Tail Gunner of the Outlaw Club, let's get this down," I said, sounding husky and exhausted, but still hiding the fatigue from my expression.
The men cheered and all grabbed drinks. "For Carter! Tail Gunner!" they chorused, and we all downed our drinks at once.
I exhaled and set the glass back on the counter. "You all should relax and enjoy yourselves tonight. There are plenty of women out here waiting for you, you know?"
Carter chuckled. "Want to get one tonight?"
"I'm having plenty of women take care of you, bro. You don't need to work hard to get what you need—they'll handle it themselves. Get it?" I said to Carter as I climbed down from the stool.
"Dude, what the hell do you mean?" his voice came from behind as I ignored him and clapped my hands, drawing the attention of the women swaying their hips nearby. "Huh?"
I pointed toward Carter. "I need six of you to handle him perfectly. Just six!"
"Damn!" Carter groaned and hopped off his stool too. "Six women?"
Barron chimed in, "Need some help with the heavy lifting down there? This is brotherhood, you know..."
"Get the hell out of my sight right now, bro." Carter spat, pushing his glass back as he marched toward where the women were gathered. "This is my ultimate reward as Tail Gunner, so don't even think about showing up to get a taste when I could have them all to myself."
I roared with laughter at his words, returning to my stool where I grabbed my wine glass again. "Get more, dude!" I told the bartender, who gave me a thumbs up and uncorked another bottle of brandy. "It's chilled. Perfect." I commented as he poured more into my glass.
Carter vanished with his women, and so did Barron. Brook wasn't even in sight anymore—I figured he'd found the kind of woman he wanted.
And I was left alone as usual, with just my drink and the loud music, watching from afar. I'd been this way for a long time and had finally grown accustomed to the solitude.
Soon, Barron showed up again and sat on the couch opposite me with his three women around him. I paid little attention while making calculations in my head, when someone tapped my cheek.
My brows drew together, and I looked down at the woman who tossed her hair back, wearing a smile that irritated me. "What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Want to flirt? I could keep you company..." she said, moving to my side. But I quickly shoved her away, wearing a frown.
God help me, but I just disliked women with every fiber of my being. She could see the look of disdain on my face, but she didn't even care—she still wanted to climb all over me.
They were all the same, easy and cheap. You know what? I hated their lies the most.
Guessing that this woman probably had a serious man at home whom she didn't care about, and was out here seeking someone to satisfy her, made me cringe. I didn't want anything to do with them, especially the ones hanging around the club, and I'd never taken them seriously.
Sometimes I gave in and had my way with them, then cast them aside because they'd never truly aroused me. But now? I really wasn't in the mood.
"Duuuude!!" Barron stretched from the couch, winking at me.
The woman took a few steps closer. "Don't you know me? I'm Susie..."
As what? Who cares?
I shot her a withering glare. "Get lost!" I growled and looked away, grabbing my glass as my chest throbbed with anger at her trying to become a parasite.
"Could you even handle a woman if she was thrown at you? You aren't celibate, bro." Barron said calmly, his hand around the neck of one of the women he'd been holding between his legs.
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