Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ACID

“I don’t want to go to bed yet,” Olly protests.

“Dude, I’m following your mom’s rules, so suck it up and go to sleep,” I tell him.

He huffs and pulls the covers up over his head. “Fine,” he grumbles.

I smirk. “Do me favour, go to sleep, do as your mom says with no arguments, and be good at school. Then I might let you go game shopping.”

His head pops up from under the covers, peering at me. “Deal?” he asks, holding out his pinkie finger.

“Deal,” I agree, linking my pinkie finger with his.

I switch off the big light, leaving the night light on for him. “Night, dude,” I say, closing the door behind me.

I walk back to the bar and see Queenie laughing, looking at her phone. “What are you laughing at?” I ask.

She quickly puts her phone away in her pocket. “Nothing.” She smiles.

My cell pings in my pocket and I pull it out to see a message from Nova.

N: Ask Scar if he will give her an orgasm without his own happy ending.

It’s then followed by a picture of Rhea wearing the most ridiculous dress I’ve ever seen. She looks fucking incredible. She’s laughing, unaware that the photo is being taken. That dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Unease sits in my chest as I think what other guys will think of her dressed like that. I catch Queenie out of the corner of my eye looking down at her phone again with a smile on her face. I quickly move before she can stop me and snatch her phone from her hands.

“Hey, give me back my phone right now,” she demands.

I scroll through the photos on her phone. “You knew where they were going,” I state. “You knew they were going out dressed like that with no protection from the club,” I add. Ghost walks over. “I thought you got Bambi and Happ watching them?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I have. They said what club they’re in, and that they are in a separate part form the rest of the club, so they are safe.” He shrugs. I hand him Queenie’s phone, and I know the minute he sees Star because his jaw starts to tick. “Jesus,” he growls.

“You can’t be pissed because they look beautiful,” Queenie snaps.

“We ain’t pissed because of that. We are pissed because we know how other men can be, and you know as well as I do that if one guy tries it on with any of them, which they will, Star will knock them the fuck out,” Ghost seethes. He passes Queenie’s phone to Beast who in turn passes it to the rest of the brothers.

“Fuck, Rhea is looking damn fine.” Scar whistles.

Queenie snatches her phone back and Ghost grabs his jacket. “Watch the kids. We are going to get them,” he states before storming out with the rest of us hot on his heels.

We come to a stop outside the club, cringing at its loud base thumping outside. We walk up to the entrance, but the club security is blocking the entrance. “Sorry, you can’t come in,” the guy sneers.

“We can and we fucking will,” Ghost snarls.

The guy smiles. “And why would I let your kind in here?”

Ghost smiles. “Because if you don’t, I will cut your fingers off one by fucking one. Then I will cut your tongue out and shove it up your buddy’s ass.” Ghost nods his head in the direction of the other security guy.

When the guy still doesn’t step out of the way, Rage steps forward, pulling something out of his pocket. He holds it out to the guy and says something to him in a low voice that none of us can hear. Suddenly, the guys step aside for us to enter the club.

“What did you say to him?” I ask Rage.

He shrugs. “Just that I needed hazel eyes for my collection, and would I be able to have them when he dies. Then I showed him the pair of green ones I have in my pocket.” He pulls out a pair of green eyes, showing me.

“You’re fucking terrifying,” I state.

Rage just shrugs, not bothered in the slightest. As we enter the club, I catch the appreciative glances from women as we pass them by. I look up and spot the roped off area, but it’s empty. I scan the club and that’s when I spot Star. I go to alert Ghost, but he’s already spotted her. Beast found Belle sitting at the bar eating some olives, and Dixie is the one to find Rage. She jumps in his arms, and he doesn’t wait around. He leaves immediately with her, not saying a word. I know he hates places with too many people in.

“There.” Scar points and my eyes follow to wear he’s pointing. I see Rhea dancing with some guy’s hands on her hips. She sways her hips to the music, unaware that another guy is coming up behind her. Both men are smiling at each other as they cage her in on the dance floor. “You see it?” Scar asks.

“Yeah,” I answer. “Now,” I add as I storm through the crowd with Scar by my side. Both the guys notice us approaching and swiftly move away. Rhea opens her eyes and when she sees us, she smiles, still dancing. “Time to go home,” I whisper in her ear.

She pouts. “Will you or Scar give me an orgasm?’ She asks. I blink in surprise and Scar just smirks.

“I’d be happy to oblige,” he tells her. Her eyes flare with excitement.

“Let’s just get you back,” I say, ending the conversation. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her out of the club. It’s not until we are outside that I see everyone else sat on their bikes, waiting. “Get on,” I order.

She frowns. “At the front?”

“You’ve been drinking. It’s safer this way. Just keep your head against my shoulder,” I tell her. I look over to Scar who has somehow managed to pick up some random girl. He smirks as we all ride back to the club.

Once back at the club, the women continue to party. They tell the prospects to make them cocktails, and we all just stand with our own drinks watching them.

Bambi and Happ approach us, and Ghost stands up straighter, a pissed off look on his face. “You were tasked with watching them,” he snaps.

“We did. We told you where they were going,” Happ points out.

“You did, but at no fucking point did you tell me they were out dressed like that alone with no protection,” Ghost fumes.

“We were watching them. No harm would have come to them. We would have made sure of that,” Happ asserts.

Ghost’s eyes narrow on Bambi. “Where were you?” he seethes.

He avoids Ghost’s seething gaze. “I was...” He pauses. “I...” He pauses again.

“What’s the matter? You got a fucking stutter now?” Ghost barks.

“I was eating,” he answers.

“You were fucking eating,” Ghost repeats, his tone deadly.

“Yeah. I, I hadn’t eaten today, and when I saw the leftover food, I figured I could quickly grab some and get back to watching them on the dance floor,” he admits.

I look him over. He’s thin, pale, with dark circles under his eyes. “Pres,” I say, keeping my eyes on Bambi. Ghost looks to me, then back to Bambi, his eyes looking him over.

“Lift up your sleeves,” Ghost orders. Bambi frowns in confusion but does it. Ghost nods. He was looking for track marks. “Where are you living?” Ghost presses.

Bambi shrugs. “I was staying with a mate for a while, when I’m not here,” he answers.

“Queenie,” Ghost calls out. Queenie walks over, her assessing gaze flickering back and forth between Ghost and Bambi.

“Yeah, honey?” she asks.

“The single room at the back. Chuck some fresh sheets in there, would ya? Bambi is moving in,” Ghost tells her, his eyes on Bambi.

Queenie smiles and nods. “Sure thing,” she says before walking away.

“Thanks Pres,” Bambi replied. “I?—”

Ghost cuts him off before he can finish. “You want to be part of this club, then you have to fucking be a part of this family. That means doing what is expected, and taking care of my woman, this family,” he growls. Bambi nods, swallowing. “That being said, you know that it goes both fucking ways. You got a problem, you come to us. You fucking tell us. Do you understand me?”

Bambi nods. “Yes, Pres.”

“Good. Now fuck off and help Queenie with your room,” Ghost snaps.

Bambi moves quickly, running down the hall to Queenie. Happ stands there for a moment. “He’s 19. Been homeless for the past year,” he informs Ghost.

“Why the fuck didn’t anyone say anything?” Ghost counters.

“Because he is new, he is still learning, and he didn’t want to appear weak,” Happ clarifies.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Go and take him down some food and grab him a couple of our T-shirts. Tell him to have a shower and eat something. I don’t want him fucking dying on us,” Ghost orders. Happ nods and walks off.

“Feel like a dick now, don’t ya?” Spider says with a grin.

Ghost looks at Spider. “Fuck off.”

Spider laughs. “Knew there was some love in that cold dead heart of yours.”

We laugh and continue to drink before Belle walks over to Beast. “I am ready for bed.” She yawns.

Beast wraps his arm around her. “Let’s take you home,” he says, giving us a chin lift before he leaves.

“Where’s Scar?” I ask, looking around.

“Fucking that woman from the club,” Spider says, nodding in the direction of the rooms.

“Fuck, he doesn’t waste time.” I laugh. As Star saunters her way over to Ghost, her eyes fixated on him, she wobbles slightly, a little drunk from all the cocktails they’ve had. She rests her hands on his chest and Ghost places his hand on her behind, pressing her in close to him.

“What do you want, darlin’?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips.

“Your mouth and cock, please,” she sings drunkenly. We laugh. Ghost places his drink on the bar before dragging Star off to their room in the club. Slowly, as if one by one, they all leave to go to bed.

“Jesus, it’s like a damn sex hotel.” I laugh to myself. Rhea walks over to me bare foot, her heels dumped somewhere on the floor, her smile wide. I smile back at her. “You had a good time tonight?” I ask.

She nods. “The best.”

“You look stunning.” I compliment. Her eyes darken, her lips part slightly, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink. I place my drink down on the bar and take a step closer to her. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t retreat. I delicately brush away a strand of hair away from her face, her breath hitching at my touch. “Do you remember what you said at the club?” I ask her. She swallows and nods. “You want an orgasm?” I ask, repeating her request from earlier back to her. She nods again. I fight the urge to take her mouth. Maybe it’s seeing her in this dress, maybe it’s the fact I haven’t fucked in months, or maybe it’s the fact that every fucker in this club is getting fucking laid. However, we are friends, and I have to remember that. Neither of us want to risk that.

“Acid,” she breathes.

“You kissed me earlier,” I remind her. She looks away embarrassed, but I grab her chin firmly, forcing her to look at me. “I enjoyed it, and I think you did too.” The look in her eyes tells me she did. “How drunk are you?” I ask her.

“Why?” she whispers.

“Because darlin’, I’m about to make you a proposition. But if you are drunk, I won’t make it. I want you clear headed when I offer you this,” I tell her.

She swallows nervously. “I haven’t had a drink since the club. I’ve been drinking orange juice,” she answers honestly.

I nod before releasing my hold on her chin. I slowly glide my hands across her jaw until I’m cupping her face. I lean in closer, her eyes searching mine. “Come to bed with me,” I demand. Her lips part, a look of surprise on her face. “You say no, I promise our friendship will remain the same. You say yes, our friendship will remain the same apart, from if you want to do it again, then while in bed, it will obviously be different. No strings, no relationship, because I know you don’t want that and neither do I. Just two friends with an understanding, an agreement. Doesn’t even need to be sex.”

She frowns. “If it wasn’t sex, what would it be?” she asks innocently.

I smile as I lean in closer. I delicately glide my tongue across her bottom lip, causing her to shudder. “Mouths, hands, and toys,” I whisper across her lips. “At any point you say stop, I will stop.”

“Dose this offer extend to anyone, or is it a private thing?” Scar asks from the end of the bar. Rhea spins round to look at him. His hair wet, his chest is bare, and a pair of sweats are hanging low on his hips. She looks between both of us, not knowing what to say or do.

“You’re in charge darlin’, whatever you desire,” I rasp low in her ear.

“I, I wouldn’t know what to do,” she answers honestly.

Scar crosses the empty space towards us, stopping just the other side of Rhea. We exchange a silent agreement between us. As Rhea turns around to face him, I sweep her hair back from her neck and begin tracing feather light kisses along her neck. Her breathing becomes heavy at my touch.

Scar trails his fingers along the outline of her dress, and I feel her body shudder against mine. “You don’t have to do anything. You want this, just say the word,” Scar says as his fingers trail over the curve of her breast.

“Yes,” she breathes. Her head rolls back against my shoulder as I bite down on her neck.