Page 9 of Sling’s Awakening

We just rolled into the strip club parking lot, ready to get the night started. I gave Lilah instructions to have the clubhouse decorated so we can keep the partying going when we get back. She doesn’t do much, but if it’s for Scar, she will. And she wants to be his ol’ lady so bad. The desperation is too much for me. I don’t think she realizes no man is into that. Especially not Scar.

“First round is on me,” X yells over the guys cheering.

“Let’s get this party started!” Mountain roars as he holds the door to the club open.

Their bouncer is there to greet us as he opens the red velvet rope, letting us through.

“How are we doing tonight, gentlemen,” a woman with long hair that looks like a calico cat purrs as she sways her hips toward us. “I’m Jinx. Let me take you to your seat. It’s the best one in the house.” She winks.

“Lead the way, darlin’.” I smirk at her as I extend my hand.

Her hips sway seductively as she weaves through the room. Her ass giving us a little jiggle with every step.

“Goddamn,” Whiplash mumbles next to me as he appreciates the view.

Scar slaps him on the back. “Keep dreaming. That one’s mine.”

I snort as I look around the club.

We haven’t been to this one before, but I wanted to see what it was all about, and what’s a better excuse than for a brother’s birthday. It’s clean and almost looks a little too fancy of a place for us to be at.

The men already sitting are staring at us in their fancy fucking suits as we pass, as if they’re better than us. Shit like that always cracks me up because the girl always leaves with us. One time Bomber stole a suit’s wife. The look on his face was priceless.

My brothers and I aren’t exactly the high-end type of crowd, but that doesn’t mean we can’t hang with the best of them.

“Will this be okay for you boys?” Jinx asks, giving us a sultry smile that has the promise of more as she steps out of our way and extends a hand toward a table with fancy black chairs surrounding it.

We’re front and center. Three short candlesticks the color of blood, each resting on a thick gold base, are in the center of the table with stone coasters already set out.

See, fancy?

“Perfect. Thanks, babe.” I flash her a smile as we all take a seat.

“Great.” Her lids lower as her smile turns more seductive and her eyes roam around the table, taking in each and every one of us. “I’ll send the waiter over to get your drinks started. Have fun tonight, boys.” She winks as she spins around slowly on her heels and sways over toward the bar.

I watch her go until I feel someone staring at me, drawing my attention from Jinx to the bar itself.

Well, well, well.

If it isn’t little Miss Blake.

So you are about this lifestyle.

I knew that get up she had on the other day wasn’t corporate attire.

Poor thing has no idea what she’s started.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell the guys as I stand up, my eyes set on Blake.

“Where are you going—oh shit, that’s her,” I hear Mountain say behind me.

Blake is staring at me with a cocktail shaker in her hand as she watches me approach.

Damn, she looks good.

That fucking top she has on was made for her because her tits look like they’re waiting for me to stick my face between them.

“Fancy finding you here,” I say as I pull out a barstool and sit down in front of her. “You know, with you hating loud noises and everything.”