Page 1 of Riot’s Revenge

TEN YEARS AGO

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RIOT

10 YEARS AGO

The music blared through the clubhouse as I leaned against the bar beside Shadow. “Pres,” I greeted, nodding as I held up a hand for a drink to the prospect behind the bar.

“Riot.” Shadow watched two prospects at the pool table and shook his head. “Stop showing off and sink the fucking ball,” he barked.

Reaper flipped him off without hesitation, and Shadow looked seconds away from beating his own kid unconscious.

Ghost just laughed, watching as Reaper lined up his shot . . . and missed.

I watched the two idiots shove each other around and couldn’t help grinning. Ghost and Reaper had been attached at the hip since they were kids. It didn’t matter that Ghost came from money while Reaper grew up in the club, they’d chosen each other anyway.

“Shouldn’t you two be leaving?” Shadow yelled again.

Ghost checked his watch before nudging Reaper toward the door, Tiny following. Shadow was starting to trust Ghost and Reaper with runs but always sent a patched member like Tiny with them.

I watched them go before smacking Shadow across the back. “He’s a good kid.”

Shadow grunted. “Yeah.

“Come on. Let’s go watch the girls dance. Might improve your mood.”

That finally earned me a grin. “That it will.”

We headed toward the back of the clubhouse, where poles and a cage had been set up. Half-naked girls strutted around, but I couldn’t take my eyes off one in particular.

Brandi stepped onto the stage, her long red hair cascading down her bare back. Her legs seemed to go on forever in her towering black heels. But it was her confidence that caught me first—the slow roll of her hips, the way she looked straight at me like she already knew exactly what I wanted, and Christ, those tits nearly made me forget my own name.

The song ended, and I snapped out of it, meeting eyes with Shadow.

“You like Brandi, huh?” He smirked.

I shrugged. “Wouldn’t mind getting my dick wet.”

“Brandi.” Shadow lifted his hand and beckoned her over.

She sauntered to us, wearing only a thong and heels, eyes locked on mine before snapping to Shadow. “Yes, Pres?”

“Show my VP, Riot here a good time.”

“Of course.” She winked at him before turning to me and holding out her hand. “Come with me, sugar.” She pulled me along behind her, my eyes glued to her ass as she led me into a back room.

“Take a seat.” She gestured to the sofa.

I did as asked and watched as she put on soft music, swaying her hips. She sauntered closer slowly, fingertips trailing over her stomach while her eyes stayed fixed on mine.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, unzipping my jeans and freeing my erection, smirking when her eyes clocked my size. Her hands landed on her tits, and I watched hungrily as she squeezed them, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Lower,” I ground out, easing the grip on my cock so I didn’t come early. I was going to fuck her sweet pussy.

Brandi didn’t miss a beat. My heart pounded as she slowly dropped her right hand down her toned stomach and slipped it inside her panties. She moaned, and at that point, I didn’t care if it was fake or not.

I needed release.