BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) (5 page)

I had to admit, she was sexy.  It was undeniable.  Strong, lithe, youthful and beautiful…her long blonde hair hung in waves, and yet somehow, even after hanging upside down and flying around the pole at record speed, it remained perfectly styled, without a strand out of place.  She was the all-American classic beauty with strikingly blue eyes, hypnotizing, even from the distance between the stage and my table.  

So much so, that I didn’t even notice when the waitress brought my drink.  It seemed to just appear in front of me.  Thankfully, it was absolutely delicious, and during the two songs that I watched Sapphire perform, I downed more than half of it.  

By the time she was finished, I was caught up in the overwhelmingly sensual energy she had created in the room and I had to remind myself that I was here on business.

When she began picking up the piles of cash that had been thrown at her feet, I realized she was about to leave the stage.  I picked up my drink and slowly made my way over to the side of the stage to wait for her.

She smiled as she walked past me, the air filled with the smell of sweet jasmine.  I inhaled and turned around before calling her name.

“Sapphire?” I asked.

She turned to me, the smile still on her face, her skin shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

“Yes?” she arched a brow inquisitively.

“The waitress told me I should talk to you.  I’m Evie’s sister?”

“Oh!” she exclaimed.  Her smile faded and her big blue eyes filled with tears.  Quickly, she closed the space between us and threw her arms around me.  I froze in place, her naked breasts smashed between us.  I lifted my arms to awkwardly pat her sweaty back, as she trembled against me. 

When she pulled away, mascara-filled tears were sliding down her face.  

“I just can’t believe she’s missing!”  she said, wiping her tears with a wad of dollar bills in her fist.  “I mean, it’s Evie!  Everyone loved Evie!”

“Well, she’s not dead…,” my voice trailed off. 

“Oh, no, no…I know.  Have you heard anything?”

“Well, no, that’s why I was coming here…to ask you.”  I was having a very hard time not staring at her naked breasts.  “Listen, is there somewhere we can go to talk?”

“Sure, sure,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back of the club.  She led me to a corner booth that had a curtain around it.  She pulled it aside and motioned for me to sit down.  

She pulled the curtain closed behind her as I sat down.  She stood in front of me, then placed her knees on each side of my thighs, her breasts pushed into my face.

“Um…” This was not what I had in mind when I asked if we could go somewhere to talk.

“I’m supposed to be working at all times.  If my manager sees me talking and not dancing, he’ll bitch at me.  This is the most private place in the club.  Nobody can hear what we say.”

“Well…do you have to do that?” I asked, as she undulated against me.  “He can’t see in here, can he?”

“Yep, cameras,” she said, gesturing to a corner in the ceiling, her breast jiggling as she pointed, her nipple hitting against my cheek.

“Um, look, maybe we could meet up and talk outside of here sometime? Have coffee or something?  I’d like to talk to you about Evie.  I have some questions.”  And I had no idea how I would be able to ask them when she was dancing so close to me  that I could see how freshly waxed she was.

“I’m going out of town tomorrow night after my shift.  But we could talk right before I punch in and my manager won’t care.  Can you come back tomorrow?” she asked, as she turned around and shook her ass in my face.

It was hard to look anywhere else, let alone reply to her question.  

She reached back and slapped her ass loudly.

I jumped.

“Sorry,” she said, looking over her shoulder, shrugging, half-smiling.  “Habit.”

***

Sapphire and I agreed to meet at 9 p.m. the next night - Saturday.  

I walked out of the protection of the Kit Kat Klub and smack dab into the middle of the craziness of Portland’s nightclub scene. The streets were filled with tourists, club kids, street kids, drugged out zombies and homeless people.  

It never ceased to amaze me that Portland’s so-called ‘tourist’ district was in the same location as all the homeless shelters and missions.  I zigzagged through the crowd as I made my way down the few blocks to where I had parked my car.  

Right away, I realized I was being followed.  I had noticed him sitting at the bar, his eyes following me as I had gotten up to talk to Sapphire.  And they had still been on me when I had walked out of the booth with her, watching even more intently as she gave me another naked bear hug before I left. 

As I passed by a closed vintage clothing shop, I saw him a few steps behind me in the reflection of the shop window.  I picked up my pace and crossed the street, dodging passing cars as I jaywalked.  I turned to look behind me and didn’t see a car turning into the road until the driver honked loudly and slammed on the brakes, his car coming to a stop mere inches from my shins.

My heart leapt into my throat and I ran to the curb, panting and terrified.  I looked into the crowd across the street and the man had disappeared.

I sighed with relief and turned back towards my car.  I began walking down the sidewalk again, thankful for the safety of the side of the road.  I tried to shake it off, wiping my sweaty palms on my slacks.  

Maybe I had been wrong, maybe he hadn’t been following me after all.  I was just paranoid, because of Evie, because of the other two missing girls.  This whole city was on edge because of it.

I looked across the street one more time and saw the man emerge from the crowd again.  I gasped as he began to cross the street and head towards me.  My car was a block away and I reached in my bag for my keys as I walked as fast as I could.

It wasn’t fast enough.  He was on me before I knew it, his meaty hand pushing me against the brick wall of a closed bank.

I pushed against him, screaming and trying to untangle myself from his grasp.  His eyes flashed in the street light and I realized he was drunk and angry, all at once.  

Angry was dangerous.  But drunk, I could work with.

My knee slammed up between his legs and he crumbled to the ground.

I ran.  Fast.  And I didn’t look back.

I was in my car and squealing out of my parking space within seconds, my hands trembling, my entire body on fire with adrenaline.  

I made it home in record time, my car carrying me to the safety of my condo building’s underground parking garage.  I don’t think I took a breath until I heard the loud clanging bang of the huge gate closing behind me.

After I had regained some semblance of control, I searched through my purse and found my phone.

I punched in the number I knew by heart but had never dialed before.

Slade answered on the second ring, his sleepy, sexy voice transporting me to that long ago night.

“Slade, it’s Diana,” I said, the tremble still lingering in my voice.  “I need you.  I mean, I need your…services.”

His laughter traveled through the phone and into my brain, echoing through my body like a shock wave.

“Baby, I’m a lot of things,” he replied, as he finally stopped laughing, “but I’m no gigolo!” 

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“Those aren’t the services I’m referring to.”  

The sound of Diana’s voice shot right to my cock, the blood rushing to it, giving me an instant hard-on that throbbed and pulsed hotly in my jeans.  She had been a wild filly in bed, her body responding to every thing I did like a quivering virgin.  I had been a little disappointed she hadn’t ever called me again for a second round but I got it.

Women like her didn’t stick around men like me for long.  They quickly realized I was trouble and the age-old endeavor of changing a man to fit a pre-conceived mold was never going to work with me.

I wasn’t about to change.  And so, I didn’t pretend I could.  If I had to pick, I’d say that’s what drew women to me in the first place.  The fact that you got what you saw with me.  No bullshit.   No pretense.  That, and my debonair smile and huge cock, of course.

But it never took them long to figure out that they should run away if they knew what was good for them.  And fast.  

So, of course she hadn’t called, even if the fireworks between us was off the charts.  If I was a different man, leading a different life, fuck, I might have pursued her myself.

But why torture her?

She seemed like a nice enough girl.  And, to be honest, I had initially propositioned her to protect the club, to make sure she didn’t say anything during her broadcast that could put the club at risk. Or Solid Ground.  

That was always my priority.

And, well, if I got some sweet tail in the process, then it was a delicious bonus.  No sense in breaking any more hearts than I needed to.

And that petite little blonde reporter had indeed been delicious.  Remembering her now, I could almost taste her peachy cream again.  I licked my lips as I imagined her naked beneath me, writhing under my tongue.

Damn.

“So, what services are you referring to then, beauty?”  I asked, my cock painfully throbbing at the memories.  

“Something’s happened.  Have you heard about the three missing women?”

“Yeah, I saw it on the news.”

“One of them is my sister.  Evie Reynolds.  My long-lost sister, actually.  It’s a long story.”

“What does that have to do with me, darling?”

“I need to do some investigating.  And well…tonight, shit, someone followed me out of the strip club, and it scared me.  I need to go back tomorrow and I was wondering if you could come with me, perhaps?”  Her voice was shaking.

“Someone followed you? From a strip club? What the fuck, Diana?”  None of this made sense, why was she at a strip club alone?  I shook my head as she began explaining.

“Look, I know.  It sounds crazy.  Evie worked there.  I’m just trying to find out what happened to her.  Like I said, it’s a long story.  Can you just come to Portland, and we can talk about it?  Please?  I’ll - I’ll pay you.”

“You don’t have to pay me, for fuck’s sake, Diana, I’ve had my tongue in your ass.”

I heard her gasp and smiled.  I remembered that sound fondly.  I looked around at the empty clubhouse.  

The Gods of Chaos clubhouse had become a Gods of Couples clubhouse lately.  Ryder and Grace, Riot and Lacey, hell, even the fucking owl had found a girlfriend.  Most nights they were all behind closed doors and I was out at the bar looking for some strange to tide me over till morning. 

Far as I could see, I wasn’t really needed so much around here right now.  

“Yeah, beauty, I’ll come,” I murmured.  The amber whiskey in my glass sparkled in the low light of the clubhouse bar.  I stood up, downed it, and decided to leave tonight.  Why not?  “Don’t you worry, beauty.  You sit tight.  I’m on my way.”

I hung up the phone, a smile on my face when I heard her sigh with relief.  I packed a bag and didn’t leave a note.  I’d call Ryder tomorrow and explain.  He could do without me for a few days.  

I walked out onto the porch of the rundown clubhouse that I called home.  Surrounded by towering pines, the beauty was all found outside the walls of the clubhouse.  Which is where most of us spent our time.  Riot was constantly out punching his bag by the river down the road and I liked to entice him to fight me barefoot on the grassy meadow out back as often as I could.  He seemed to be less and less interested in that now that Lacey was here, though.

It would be good to get a break.  

As if I needed further convincing, the fluttering swoosh of wings caught my eye as I walked down the stairs.  Oliver and Olivia.  I don’t even know who fucking named the two owls those ridiculous names, but it had stuck. They came around all the time, cooing and whooing at all hours of the night.  It was impossible to get angry at them, they were so damned cute, sitting there blinking at you all the time like they could read your mind or some horseshit.  

Yeah, a break, a good long break with a hot little filly that tasted like peaches.  Sounded real fucking good.  In fact, I couldn’t think of anything better if I tried.