Chapter Two
“You seriously need to have a boy.” Rose laughed as we walked down the Main Street of Athens.
Chelsea chuckled. “No kidding. With all these girls around, there’s going to be no one to take over the club.”
“I bet Harlyn would take a pretty good shot at it,” Rose replied.
“Now there’s a sight I’d like to see. That girl would whip them into shape in no time.” Kat nodded like it was the best idea she’d heard.
Chelsea and Rose were both old ladies to the highest degree. Chelsea being Optimus, the president’s woman, and Rose belonging to the vice president, Blizzard. Rose was actually one of the reasons I was here. She’d come to Arkansas to help rescue one of my club’s old ladies, Lane, when she was captured by a rival club looking to take over our territory.
Lane also happened to be Blizzard’s sister, his mom was also an agent working undercover.
At the time, I’d been working as a stripper at The Backroom, and I’d helped Rose attract her target to get her on the inside. Hearing her talk about the Brothers by Blood had intrigued me, especially when she mentioned the club girl aspect.
Sex had never been something I was ashamed of or felt like I needed to hide. I enjoyed it, I loved it. I was perfectly okay with my sexuality.
“Yeah, Harlyn already has those guys wrapped around her little finger. But our girls need brothers to watch out for them and keep them in line.” Rose giggled.
“We have a scan on Monday, I think it’s too early to tell the sex, but we just want to make sure everything is okay,” Chelsea commented as we stopped outside a cute little baby boutique. “The boys from Troy are coming up on Wednesday to celebrate. I can’t wait to see Harmony.”
Kat nudged me in the side. Kat was one of the strippers from X-Rated, the strip club the Brothers owned. We’d hit it off instantly. “You ready for that, girl?”
I frowned. “Ready for what?”
Chelsea grinned. “The club girls are expected toentertainthe members of visiting clubs.”
A smile grew on my face. “They as good looking as the boys here?”
Kat fanned herself dramatically. “Ohhh, yes. I’ll be there, too. They always call in reinforcements for these things. The rules are dropped and the fun begins.”
Kat had explained before that the men weren’t allowed to touch the strippers, with the exception of special occasions, I guessed like this. And by the look on her face, she was only too happy to oblige.
I rubbed my hands together. “Sounds good to me.”
We all laughed, but it was soon cut short by some raised voices from across the road.
“Is that Sugar?” Rose asked, narrowing her eyes.
I followed her line of sight, finding a man in a suit waving his hands furiously at a young woman. She had burgundy hair that glistened in the sunlight. She was pointing like she was ordering him away, but his voice only rose higher.
“I’m going over there,” Chelsea said quickly, stepping up to the curb and looking for traffic.
“I’ll come with you,” Rose said, jogging after her as she crossed the street in determination.
I looked to Kat. “Who is Sugar?”
Kat kept her eye on the confrontation with careful eyes. The man disappeared around the corner as he caught sight of Chelsea and Rose’s approach.
“Sugar is Harlyn’s mom.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “How come I haven’t seen her around the club?”
“It’s a long story. One I don’t even know all the details to. But there was some tension, and Op felt she wasn’t doing what was right by Harlyn, so he’s keeping her at the club until Sugar sorts her shit out,” Kat explained. Chelsea reached out to Sugar, but the woman snatched her arm away. “Which still seems like a work in progress.”
I could hear the disappointment in Kat’s voice.
I knew from being around the club the last few weeks that Harlyn was adored by everyone. And it wasn’t just because she was the president’s daughter. She was sassy and smart, and I’d seen her watching over Blizzard and Rose’s little girl Jayla with a sharp eye. She had a big heart for a little girl, and it made me sad to think a mother could just up and leave her child like that.