Page 82 of The Cute Psycho

"Come on, you can't be serious," she repeats, holding out the leather cut that saysProperty of Berserker.

"It's cute!" I reply, turning my back and pointing to theBerserkerwritten on mine, "We match, see?"

She shakes her head at me, but eventually relents and puts it on.

Frankly, I'd had to improvise fast and find a good disguise, especially for that type of club. So I'd gone the easy route—pretend I'm part of some made-up MC chapter namedWhite Trash, casually strolling up intoPapillionwith my biker babe to buy some new humans.

Considering my entire body is full of ink, it doesn't seem entirely too farfetched that I'd be part of some nefarious gang. But most of all, it is so polar opposite from how I usually present myself that I should go unnoticed.

To match Sisi's outfit, I'm also wearing a pair of leather pants, a white tank-top and the leather cut with the club's name. If anyone will catch onto the irony of the name remains to be seen, although based on previous experiences, the jab should fall on deaf ears.

I'd also gone to great lengths to temporarily modify my Bratva tattoo, lest someone recognize that one.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," Sisi mutters under her breath.

"We need to go in undetected. Just think of it as a new adventure. When will you ever have the chance to be a biker babe again?"

"I'm not sure this is my definition of an adventure." She rolls her eyes at me, "But I'll help you."

"Great!" I say, loudly smacking her ass.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?" Her hands go to her ass as she's trying to diffuse the pain.

"Getting into character." I wink at her.

And to top it off, I'd also gotten an old Yamaha that's been gathering dust in my garage. This time when Sisi sees the motorcycle, she doesn't scoff at it. Instead, she's quite enthusiastic at the prospect of riding it.

"Wow," she breathes out as I hand her the helmet. "This is amazing."

"Are you that happy riding bitch?" I joke, and her eyes widen before I get a jab in my ribs. "Joking, joking." I hold my hands up in surrender.

She pouts and I turn to her, taking her mouth in a rough kiss, my teeth catching her lower lip as I bite it.

"Hang on tight," I say against her lips, taking her arms and wrapping them around my waist.

We reach the club just as it opens, and after I show the bouncer that I have Enzo's approval, we're invited inside and told to wait for a staff member to show us to our VIP lounge.

As we step inside the club, I note that it's nothing special. At least compared with some other places I'd seen, this is rather tame.

There are mini stages throughout, all hosting pole dancers and strippers surrounded by horny men. There are a few couches and tables in the back, all busy with men and women in different stages of fucking. From afar, it looks like a banquet worthy of Caligula himself.

"Is that?" Sisi whispers when she sees the show, and for one second I regret bringing her here. I donotwant her seeing some stranger's dick.

Shielding her eyes with my hand, I divert her attention by steering her to the bar.

"Wow," she continues to say, looking around in awe. "That looks so much fun." She points toward the girls dancing on the poles. "But also hard." She frowns when she sees them do a rather complicated move.

"You need strong muscles to do that." I'm barely looking at the pole,my entire attention held byher. Her expressions are so vivid, so mesmerizing, that they have the power to make me forget myself.

"I want to try it," she replies animatedly.

"You what?"

"I want to try that. It looks so interesting," she repeats, releasing a dreamy sigh as she continues to admire the girls' moves.

Shaking my head at her, since clearly that's out of the question, I turn to the bartender and ask for two shots of vodka.

"Here." I hand her one, a little peeved that her attention is wholly on the stage. She doesn't even look at me as she takes the glass out of my hand and downs it, quickly sputtering. Her hand goes to her face as she fans herself, turning toward me with wide eyes as she's asking for help.

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