Kai’s Point Of View
Thank the f*****g goddess that I had spare clothes at the packhouse and decent ones at that. I changed before we hopped in the truck and took off for the club. Augustine had been our scout, texting Paisley to casually ask how their night was going and where they had ended up. Saints and Sinners was the spot and Wyatt was speeding through the city. We quickly found parking and made our way down the street towards the club, we walked up onto the porch and I saw one of my buddies, Jake, at the door, I walked by the line up to the door.
“Bro! It’s been ages! Where have you been? I heard you locked a honey down.” Jake hugged me and nodded to the rest of the guys I was with.
“True facts man. As a matter of fact, there are a group of ladies in there right now, and that honey is with them. Long red hair, big rock on her hand, and an attitude that matches the fire.” Trying to strike his memory and a look of recognition came over him.
“I gotcha man, ya, they are up the stairs in the red room. Go right on in gentleman. You got yourself a firecracker there Kai, she’s already knocked a man out cold for grabbin’ her behind.” Jake chuckled and let them past.
“That’s my girl, ain’t nobody touchin’ that ass but me. Thanks, man.” I laughed and shook his hand as I followed the guys into the club and towards the stairs that lead up to the red room.
As I made my way up the stairs I spotted the guys grouped at the bar watching the girls dancing. I walked over to the bar and ordered myself a whiskey and made my way back to the guys who at table watching from afar. Kronos could smell Adelaide and Gaia, he was ready to look for his mate, ready to track her down.
“Have they seen you yet?” I asked out loud to all of them.
“No, they look a bit tipsy and they are having way too much fun together to notice us yet,” Wes responded, his eyes filling with lust as he stared down Bea, swirling her whiskey in her glass.
“Alright boys, let’s go hunting.” I put my glass up to cheers and we all downed our drinks before splitting up to track down our respective woman.