(LANCE)
The main room of the clubhouse went dead silent the second Vixen opened her mouth. Every brother, prospect, and club girl turned to watch the showdown. Flames were still licking the sky from our second warehouse, Rico’s latest “gift,” but right now the only fire I cared about was the jealous b***h trying to burn my Old Lady in front of my entire club.
Lila “Vixen” Torres stood by the bar in her usual barely-there leather top and micro-skirt, red hair wild, fake t**s pushed up like an offering. She used to warm my bed on lonely nights, used to think she had a shot at being my queen. That ended the night Eliona walked into my life.
“You really think dressing her up in leather makes her club?” Vixen sneered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “She’s still just a corporate f**k-toy.
