Chelsea (The Club Girl Diaries Book 2) (5 page)

He chuckled lightly, his chest shaking against my back. “I believe it’s called being a gentleman.”

“It’s called being a fucking pussy. Now get your hands off my property.”

I couldn’t stop my fists from clenching as I watched her body move. Chelsea had never been a dancer. It just wasn’t her foray, but it wasn’t mine either so I couldn’t care less how good her dancing skills were. What killed me were his hands on her, directing her, controlling her movements like she was his puppet.

Hell no.

Not one of my girls, and absolutely not fucking Chelsea.

She was mine.             

And I was about to remind her of that fact.

“I’ll get the friend,” Blizzard said as he stared toward the bathrooms. I could care less about her right now, but Blizzard has spent the last thirty minutes that we had been there, watching her.

I walked up behind them as she laughed. “Why are you asking for control?”

“I believe it’s called being a gentleman.”

I ground my teeth. “It’s called being a fucking pussy. Now get your hands off my property.”

Chelsea jumped and swiftly moved away from her new friend. Her eyes connected with mine, she didn’t look surprised, more apprehensive, but she kept her mouth closed.

Good.

She knew I was angry and that she shouldn’t stir the pot. She wouldn’t fucking like the consequences. I was pissed. No, I was beyond pissed, I was infuriated.

Chelsea knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew it was against the rules. I’m not sure what the hell was running through her pretty little head, but I was about to fucking find out.

“Chelsea,” I snapped.

She glared at me, anger sparkling in her eyes, but she moved to my side.

I kept my eyes on her little dancing partner and he never took his off me. “Property is something you own, like a car or a house, not a person,” he sneered.

I smirked and folded my arms across my chest. “For you, maybe. Me? I own shit that guys like you only dream of. Including her.” I walked behind Chelsea and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her with me as we moved off the dance floor.

The idiot followed. His eyes drifted from me to her. The way he looked at me was full of hatred and contempt. I’m sure he must know who the club are, possibly what we do. But the stare he was giving me wasn’t just because he’d heard shitty things about the club.

It was like he knew us.

That it was more personal.

“You don’t have to go with him,” he gritted, his gaze finally falling back to her as he followed us.

“Deacon, it’s fine. Just leave it.” Chelsea tried to twist out of my arms, but I held on to her tighter.

“Sorry pretty boy, we aren’t accepting male club whores at the moment.” Blizzard grinned as he strolled up next to us, his hand grasped firmly around Chelsea’s friend’s wrist much to her dismay. “You’ll have to stay.” He continued to drag her past us and I managed to catch the odd curse word followed by his deep throaty laughter.

“Let’s go.” I gripped Chelsea’s hand in mine, but I didn’t miss the sympathetic look she threw over my shoulder at her new buddy, who had actually done the smart thing and not followed us.

“I’ll walk!”

“Like hell you’ll walk,” I heard Blizzard snap. “Get on the motherfucking bike.”

Chelsea sighed as we walked up beside them. “Rose, he’s just going to take you home. I promise you’ll be safe.”

“I’ve never been on a bike before! I don’t even have a jacket.”

Blizz growled deep in his throat before he whipped off his cut and the leather jacket that he had underneath it. I stared in awe as he forced the young girl’s arms through the sleeves of his jacket before shrugging his cut back on.

“There, now can we get the fuck out of here?”

Chelsea glared at him. “Don’t touch her.”

His head shot up and a small smile appeared. “I wouldn’t worry about what I’m going to be doing princess. You’re in enough trouble as it is.”

I saw her flinch.

That’s right, Blackbird.

“Rose, I’ll call you in the morning!” she called to her friend over the loud rumbling of Blizzard’s bike. The girl gave her a quick nod, her eyes darting around furiously before they took off into the night.

I threw my leg over my bike, tossing Chelsea my helmet. She quickly strapped it on and mounted behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist tightly.

As we pulled away from the curb, I caught sight of the guy from the club standing at the front doors watching. Ham had called to tell us that some guy had approached the girls, and at that I’d had enough. Blizzard and I had shown up not long after. The ride wasn’t long, since we’d been hanging out at a bar, a couple blocks over, opting to skip Friday night’s party at the clubhouse. The ride home was short. I could feel Chelsea was uneasy as she sat slightly back from me, instead of being plastered to my back as usual.

Good.

She was about to have a reality check, and this time I wouldn’t be holding anything back.

The clubhouse was still pumping as per usual for a Friday night. A couple of the strippers had come in and there were a few extra hang arounds filling the space. Since Harmony had left with Kit to head to Troy, we had also lost Dana, one of the other club girls. From what I gathered from Chelsea, the girl had become quite close to Shield before he’d died and losing him had sent her down a different path. We never stopped club girls from leaving, they weren’t signed into a contract to stay for a certain space of time. We only had girls here who wanted to be here. It was their choice.

Chelsea followed me through the clubhouse silently. I went straight to her room, opening the door and letting her walk through before I slammed it closed behind her. She flinched but steadied herself before taking a seat on the bed.

“Do we need to go over the rules?” I asked her, folding my arms across my chest.

“No.”

“Maybe we should because apparently you seem to have forgotten how things work around here,” I stirred.

She finally looked up at me, but instead of regret I saw a flicker of defiance. It was new. Chelsea wasn’t usually one to question or argue a point. Her and Harmony were two peas in a pod, and while we all knew how strong they both were, they knew where they stood in the club and what was expected of them.

“You’re expected to be here at night unless given permission from the President or the Vice President of the club,” I said sternly. “You’re not to go out with other men while you work for the club. And as per our conversation just yesterday, you are not to leave the fucking compound without a man with you. Those ring any bells?”

“There was a man with us,” she muttered.

It didn’t surprise me that she had noticed Ham, I hadn’t exactly told him to be stealthy about his presence. “Do you have any idea how much shit you could have got into? Do you have any idea how much danger you could be in?”

She glared at me. “No, I don’t. For me to know that you’d have to tell me what was going on, and that isn’t information I’m privy to.”

“And you think you should be, right?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“And what makes you so fucking special that, other than my brothers, you should be the one person to be told exactly what’s going on?”

She stood up sharply. “Okay, Optimus. I get it. I’m not special. I’ll just continue to lay around the clubhouse and spread my legs for the men. Awesome. Glad we got that sorted.”

She stripped off her light jacket and threw it across the small desk in the corner of her room before turning to her dresser and beginning to remove her jewelry. With her long hair falling over one shoulder, I could clearly see the stunning blackbird that spanned across her shoulders. Its wings spread out in flight over her shoulder blades, its eyes were fierce and strong, staring straight at me.

The tattoo was originally the reason for the nickname that I used for Chelsea. But it had become more than that. Blackbirds symbolize the dark and the light phases of the moon. And for me, Chelsea has been my light when things were dark. Running a club can be hard. I have to keep my thumb on the pulse at all times, know who’s where, what’s going on and why. Sometimes I’m not even sure where the hell my head is at.

But things are different when I’m with her. It’s like a calm in the air and I feel like I can take a breath, if even just for a moment. She gives me a reason to stop and smile and she gives me the chance to just be me. Well, most of the time anyway, because right now I feel like I want to squeeze the damn life out of her for being so damn stupid.

I moved up behind her and placed my hands on either side of the dresser in front of her, boxing her in as she removed two dangly earrings that I never really liked on her anyway. They were too fancy, too much. Chelsea was beautiful but simple.

My chest pressed against her back. Her heels gave her extra height, and while she still didn’t quite match my stature, they placed her body in a much better position for me.

My mouth found her bare neck, she immediately tilted her head to the side and I felt her body shiver against mine. After spending the last week avoiding her like the plague, I was about to ruin it all. But I didn’t care. I’d been stupid thinking it was possible to keep my hands off her.

“You’re making it awfully hard for me to keep you out of trouble,” I whispered before taking the lobe of her ear between my teeth. Her ass automatically ground back against me and a soft sigh left her lips. My hands drifted up her arms and over her shoulders. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Blackbird. There’s been a threat to the club and these guys aren’t messing around. I don’t know how close they are, whether they’re watching us just waiting to make a move, but what I do know is they’ll use whatever leverage they can in order to bring me and my club down. Including you.”

“What?” she breathed out, her body tensing.

“I’m trying my best to not give them an excuse to use you against me, but you must tempt me and push my patience, right?” My cock was hard and pressed right in between the cheeks of her ass.

A chill ran down my spine at his words. Optimus was a leader, he controlled things, he made the rules and people followed them. That didn’t change when we were in bed.

And I fucking loved it.

“Take everything off,” he said sternly, moving his body away from me.

I almost whimpered at the loss, but instead did as I was told, stripping the light fabric from my body and removing my heels. I removed my thong and bra as I walked over to him, leaving them on the floor behind me. I stood a few feet from his body, completely bared but all he did was stare into my eyes.