“Let’s do shots!” screams Daisy. One round of shots turns into three and before I know it, I’m walking the fine line of sobriety. My vision wavers with each shot I sling back. I need to drown Hero out tonight and let loose. Without him here, I don’t have to be on guard. Thankfully, the male revue ended just before we arrived so at least I won’t be subjected to that. I don’t know how I feel about being fake-fucked by a stranger in front of a crowd. Sure, they’re nice to look at, but I doubt what they have downstairs is as big as they make it seem. They might as well have the stickers they have on side-view mirrors: peckers may appear larger than they are.

The next thing I know, the girls drag me out onto the dance floor. We shake our asses for hours as our drinks continue to be filled mysteriously. A well-dressed man pulls me against him as we sway to the beat of the music. He grabs my hips and holds me tightly against him. I can feel his erection growing against my ass as we dance together. His hands roam from my hips and cup my breasts as he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. He’s not bad looking, but he’s certainly no Hero. Jesus, I can’t even enjoy a night out without him penetrating my mind. What do I need to do to drown out his presence?

My dance partner whispers in my ear that he’d like to take me home tonight. Hell, maybe that’s what I need. Have a one-night stand and move on with my life. It sure as hell would make it easier to leave the clubhouse without having any ties there. I know my false sense of security will be ripped from me sooner rather than later so maybe I need to rip the proverbial Band-Aid off. I wonder what Hero would do if I brought this man home and fucked him in his bed. He’d definitely have to get new sheets. The amount of blood from the murders wouldn’t wash out easily. Hell, he’d probably have to torch his room to get rid of the evidence.

I politely decline the offer from my dance partner and slide away from him. I have enough problems in my life, adding another stranger to the mix isn’t exactly ideal. Moving back toward the booth, I walk into someone by accident.

“Sorry, my bad,” I exclaim, trying to move around them. With each step I take, my path is blocked. “Seriously, dude, just let me pass. I want to go back to my table.”

“Enjoying yourself, angel? You and I need to talk,” a husky voice replies. Oh shit, it’s Hero and he just saw everything that man did with me on the dance floor. I knew I should have never come here.

Watching Dani leave with the girls nearly killed me. My ravenous angel was so pissed at me for god knows what, and I was stunned into submission. Her continuous accusation that I have dick rot teeters on the line of total bullshit and anger. Little does she know, my shit gets tested every month. I know that seems extreme, but sometimes you just never know what these women have hidden between their legs. Does it stop me from fucking them? Hell no. I always wrap my shit up every time one of the club girls comes knocking on my door. The thought of my brothers’ dick juices on mine is enough to make me hurl. I love them, but I don’t need to fucking wear them later.

Walking back into the clubhouse, I fall into the seat next to Raze just as the two strippers arrive. They wave their fake tits in my face, but I’m not interested at all in the goods they are peddling. It’s hard to be turned on by a woman who is being paid to sell her body when I had the real fucking deal standing angrily in front of me not all that long ago. Dani’s the only thing that will do for me tonight. Shoving one of the girls off my lap, I stalk away from the group and reach over the bar, pulling a beer onto the counter... Raze is the only one that notices I’ve left since Blondie-fake-tits has moved onto someone more interested and willing to pay for her services. Strippers and actual hookers make you think you want them to lighten your wallets, but even I’m not stupid enough to think that they are horny for my cock. Well, they might be, but that’s one bridge I ain’t crossing. If Dani thinks I’m unclean for getting blown and fucked by the club girls, I can only imagine what her thoughts about the women would be.

Jesus, just thinking about the argument outside has me hot and bothered. When the evil little minion inside of her takes over, she’s hot as fuck with that smart mouth. I don’t exactly like my women submissive, but watching her verbally tear me limb from limb in anger is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a little hellcat and damn, I love that about her. She’s got this attitude of “don’t fuck with me” yet she can be sweet as sugar during her softer moments... Hell, tonight was proof enough of that. Watching her fight is the only other thing that might top her mouth. I seriously wonder if she’s ever considered getting in the ring. I’d love to watch her tear some bitch’s head off and then fuck her right there in the middle of the ring before her adrenaline rush slows down. Then again, if some bitch hurt her, I’d be in jail for killing her for touching my girl.

Fuck, I keep calling Dani my girl. She’s fucking far from that right now. Instead of staying here with me after I tried to fucking apologize to her, she runs off with the old ladies and club girls and even I know that’s a dangerous combination. The more I think about it, the more I hate the idea that she’s with them right now. She should be here with me letting me make up for my asshole behavior. A dangerous thought crosses my mind about checking in on Dani’s girls’ night adventure. Hell, maybe I will get lucky and drunk Dani will actually want to have a conversation with me instead of trying to verbally hack off my balls. She’ll be mad at me for showing up, but pissed off Dani turns me on. Either way, I have a feeling I’ll end up getting what I want if I do crash her party. Besides, who’s going to stop me from going?

Raze must have the same idea because as soon as I’m out the door and starting my Harley, he’s suited up next to me on his.

“You thinking this girl’s night out bullshit was a bad idea?” he asks.

“I know it’s a bad idea. Maj and the girls out at a club with no supervision. Of course, nothing could go wrong there,” I sarcastically answer. “Do you know where they were headed?”

“Ruby said something about Tallywackers or some shit like that. The only place I could think was that new male strip club off of Freeway 10.”

They took Dani to a fucking strip club. Just what I fucking need, a bunch of overcompensating, ripped fuckers trying to rub their shit all over her while she is drunk. Hell, they’ve probably singled her out already for a private show, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. Her pussy is mine and that’s how it’s going to stay.

Firing up my bike, I haul ass out of the parking lot without even waiting for Raze. This shit ends now. Dani is either coming home with me tonight or not at all. I can’t stand having her within arm’s reach and not being able to feel her body writhing and moaning underneath me. That little stunt she pulled last night with her thanks-for-the–orgasm-but-I’d-rather-not-fuck-you bullshit still has my blood pumping... Who fucking does that? Oh wait; I’ve done that before with the girls, but fuck, it feels completely different experiencing it from the other side. I could definitely see her point about my previous lifestyle choices, but I am trying so fucking hard with her to make her see I’m not always that guy. It may not seem like it, but I’m willing to stow that side of me for her. Why can’t she see that I’m trying to be genuine with her?

Pulling up to the club, I know I am about to walk into a shit storm. The line of ladies just waiting to go in this close to closing time tells me that this isn’t going to end well. No woman waits in line all night if the show is bad. Fuck! What if I find Dani in there with a fucking male stripper giving her a lap dance? Holding back my control is one thing, but to not kill someone for touching what I want as my own will be fucking impossible. I’d likely kill him before even saying a word to the guy.