“I told you he wouldn’t last long on babysitting duty,” Ghost said, leaning back in his chair.
“Shut up, Ghost.” Reaper sighed. “Okay everyone. I guess that’s it for now. I need everyone’s help when the kids get back. So stay close to home.”
The second Reaper slammed the golden gavel on the table, I jumped to my feet. Saying nothing as I left the clubhouse.
Fuck Reaper.
Fuck King.
Fuck everyone!
I was done!
Jumping on my bike, I hightailed it out of there as Massacre shouted after me. I just couldn’t. In one day, my life fucking changed. My mother was dead and I just lost my woman.
I was done.
I didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Everyone I ever loved was gone. Evaporated before my eyes. I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t do anything. I had no direction. My life was spiraling out of control.
Before I knew it, I found myself parked in front of the Golden Lounge, the clubs privately owned and operated bar. It was one of the few legit ventures the club was involved with. Generally run by Chaos, the Golden Lounge catered to anyone who dared enter. Mainly a bar, the club also boasted a strip club where the girls were plentiful and fucking hot as hell. No one was allowed to touch the girls. Chaos made sure of that. Those who went against him, soon found their ass out on the street, banned for life. Chaos ran a clean club.
What I liked best about the Golden Lounge was that brothers drank for free.
The music pounded as I walked into the dark building. The smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat stung my nose. Women danced for men as they drank, laughed and had a good time. Heading to the bar, I took a seat as Viper walked over to me and said, “Hey Savage. What can I get you?”
“Whiskey.”
My brother stepped back in shock. "Are you sure? What about a club soda instead?”
“Give me a fucking whiskey.” I sneered, as Viper backed up and did as I asked. Placing a shot glass before me, I watched as he grabbed a top shelf whiskey and poured my shot. Before he could even place the bottle down, I downed the shot and motioned to him for another.
“Savage,” Viper asked, carefully pouring me another. “What’s wrong?”
“Just keep them coming.”
“Where’s Jessie?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I muttered, downing another shot.
My phone started ringing. Taking it out of my cut, I looked at the caller ID, then threw my phone against the nearest wall, watching it shatter.
As the day wore on, I lost count of how many drinks I had. Didn’t care either. My goal was not to feel anything or think of anyone. Too bad there was not enough alcohol on the planet to erase her from my mind. Only a bullet to the head would do that.
“Hey baby,” a familiar voice said, as she slithered up to me. Her hand rubbing across my back as she rubbed her big tits across my shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”
Her hand slid across my chest and moved downward towards my cock. “Let me make you feel better baby. You know I can. I can make you feel so good.”
When her hand cupped my crotch, I half expected my dick to take notice. When it stayed flaccid, I took another shot.
Fuck my life.
Even my dick was revolting against me.
“Darla now isn’t a good time,” Viper said, pouring me another shot.
“She can stay,” I growled, reaching across the bar taking the bottle from him. Standing, I hung my arm around Darla’s shoulders and said, “Come on bitch. I need a blow job.”
“Savage!” Viper shouted at me when I walked over to one of the dark booths. “Don’t do this!”
“What’s done is done.”