Chapter 1
Abel
Hell’s Kitchen, Texas
“Shake that ass, baby,” Trucker howls and tosses some dollar bills at the stage. Oaklyn bats her lashes at him. Her sapphire eyes sparkle under the lighting overhead as she grinds on the pole.
“Work it,” Snoop barks. “Make that booty clap.” He pours some of his beer out on the floor.
“The fuck are you doin’?” I shake my head at the dumb bastard. He’s loyal but not too bright.
“Makin’ it rain.” He grins and does some stupid dance.
“You make it rain with money, dumbass,” ATL informs him. These fuckers just rolled in from Drag Creek, Kentucky to join my ranks. Fucking Raul Hernandez has a real hardon for my wife. Bastard is gonna learn soon I’m not one to be fucked with. This is my house and my town. Ainsley Leone belongs to me.
Our marriage may not be one of love, but she’s mine, and I protect what’s mine. I made a promise, and I never go back on my word. He’s gonna push me too fuckin’ far, and I’ll have to show him how Black Rebel Devils handle pieces of shit like him.
The song ends and Oaklyn bends down holding an arm across her tits and collecting her tips. Her long blonde hair dusts the black stage floor. I shoot her a wink. I’ll be balls deep in her mouth later. She’s a sweet ass who showed up about a month ago on the back of Harlem’s chopper and decided to stay.
Finishing my beer, I toss the empty bottle in a nearby trash can.
“You ridin’ out, Prez?”
I pull a pack of smokes from the inner pocket of my cut and tap the bottom of the package until one falls out. Lighting up and taking a hard drag, I blow the smoke out before responding. “Yeah, you boys don’t party too hard we got choir early in the morning. Be there.” I brought them out to show them a good time before I put them to work.
“Later, man.” ATL lifts his chin. The next girl is already on the stage, and I go out to my bike to wait on Oaklyn to go back to the clubhouse. I lean against the brick building and finish my cigarette. Minutes later that booty clapping blonde bombshell comes out the side door. Big Bear, head of The Drop’s security nods at me and closes the door behind her.
I grab her ass and pull her into me. “Hey, you.” Her red painted lips meet mine for a quick peck.
“Someone’s happy to see me.” She grins and rubs those slender fingers over my cock.
“You ready to ride?”
“Always.”
Taking her hand, we start toward my bike when my cell phone starts vibrating in my back pocket. I stop in my tracks and snort when I see the name flashing on the screen. With annoyance flickering through every cell in my body, I swipe my finger to accept the call. “Talk to me.”
“Hey, um do you think you can come home?”
My brows knit. “What the fuck for?” I stay at the clubhouse on the weekends.
“Just never mind. Forget it.” Ainsley huffs and hangs up on me.
Fuck. I shove my cell back in my pocket.
Oaklyn peers up at me. “What’s wrong?”