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She spun around and saw a figure leaning against the wall in the darkness. “Yeah, well, I guess you’d be surprised how far a woman can be pushed before she just snaps.” She brushed down her body. “Ugh, I don’t suppose you … have seen my friend.”
“Friends don’t come here.”
That was a weird thing to say, and she frowned. “She’s blonde, beautiful, uh, goes by the name Raine.”
“I know who your friend is. Upstairs, three doors to the right. You’ll find her.”
She felt so relieved.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t say another word as she took to the stairs and found the door. With one twist of the doorknob, it opened, and Dinah stood on the threshold as she watched her friend, not with one man, but three, and she was in total shock. Her best friend was looking so damn happy with herself. Ecstatic even, begging for more in-between sucking a man’s cock.
“Is that your friend?”
Dinah jumped and spun around to come eye to eye with a man whose face was scarred. He’d been in the shadows in the corridor but now she got to see him. It was strange, but she had a feeling this man had been very handsome, if not sexy at one time.
The scars on his face to many would be repulsive, but she wasn’t like most people. They didn’t repulse her. She knew scars told a story, and sometimes those tales were not for the faint of heart.
She looked at him and had the weirdest urge to just lay her palm against his cheek and tell him it was going to be okay.
“Yes, that’s my friend, and you could have warned me.”
“Dinah!” There was an excited squeal. “You came, come on in and join the fun. I’m not going to be jealous,” Raine said.
“I don’t think…” She turned to the scarred man. “It’s time for me to leave.”
****
Several hours later, Road sat at the bar, waiting, keeping an eye on the doorway leading to the main bedrooms.
He didn’t know why Vlad, Hail, and Stan had decided to share a woman but he was more interested in the womanthan what they were doing. Actually, he was more interested in the woman’s friend. The moment the curler-wearing beauty had walked into the clubhouse compound, he’d been curious. He’d been in the security room, checking over the perimeter of the clubhouse, waiting for any potential threat.
Sergey Golubev, their one and only enemy at the moment, was still reeling from what they had done to him, and to Paul Butterworth. In killing Paul Butterworth, a piece of shit human and child-trafficker, they had sent out a message that anyone dealing with Sergey Golubev was at risk.
From what their sources surrounding the Golubev Bratva told them, and from the inside, it had caused a few problems with business deals.
This made Road exceedingly happy, but also proved once again why Brute, the president of the Evil Fallen Bratva MC, was the fucking lead. The man knew when to act and how to get the most out of everything.
The man was a machine. A machine that was currently enjoying his wife’s pregnancy. Yes. Brute decided to fall in love and marry Sergey’s bastard granddaughter. It even amazed Road, but he wasn’t surprised. He wanted to hate Faith, but that woman had a way of making you love her. It was another mistake of Sergey’s, in letting that woman go, and hurting her. She was amazing. He also liked that she didn’t look at him with pity. Like the woman did tonight.
He’d expected the brunette to run away screaming, to go crying to her mommy at the evil beastly man she’d just seen. Instead, she’d simply looked at him like he was a man, and there was nothing else wrong with him, and he wasn’t going to deny he liked it. It was a nice feeling to be seen as a man. Even the club pussy who wanted to remain in the club, to be part of their world and be owned by one of them, treated him like a fucking monster.
Road should have known this was going to be his future. There was a time he’d been considered the sexiest man, if not the best man, to get information out of men and women. Not that he’d fucked men, but he knew how to get them to talk.
Then Sergey decided it was time for him to be … retired. He didn’t like how much information he got, and how easily he did it as well. When he became too dangerous, Sergey simply saw to it that he wasn’t useful anymore, and they had changed his face.
No woman ever looked at him like a man again.
They only ever saw the monster.
When he decided he needed to fuck, he forced the women to wear a bag over their heads so he didn’t have to see the disgust on their faces.
Fucking Sergey.
There was a time when he loved the teasing, the tormenting, the play of sex. Now, it was more of a need to unload his balls than anything else.
He took a long sip of his beer and waited. How long did it take four men to spunk? He was growing tired, and with a baby on the way, Brute didn’t allow visitors or strangers to remain on the grounds overnight. All of them had to leave.
