Page 65 of Chaos
I rest my back against the bar top and tip my head back, attempting to clear any thoughts of the four overbearing men that consume my life. As much as I wasn’t pleased to see them tonight, I was still happy to see them. I just wish they didn’t fight over me like a bunch of rabid wolves.
“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this alone?” An unfamiliar voice with a Russian accent says into my right ear.
I open my eyes and look at the man who is way too close to me for comfort. He is an older gentleman, at least in his thirties. His light brown hair is over-gelled back, giving it an extremely greasy look. His dark green eyes are staring directly at my cleavage. A smarmy smile on his thin lips. I turn back towards the bar, praying the bartender is on his way over to me, but sadly, he is still making drinks for a large group of girls.
“It’s rude to ignore someone when they are talking to you.” The man beside me snarls.
It’s also rude to be an asshole, but you don’t hear me saying anything.
I take a deep breath, centering myself before turning my head towards the man. I give him a fake sugary smile that makes him think that I am interested. His eyes light up when he sees it, thinking his pathetic attitude worked.
“The name is Dimitri. What’s yours?” Dimitri reaches out, grabbing my hand, and brings it to his lips. I stand still as his lips press against my hand, even though I want to rip them away and punch him in the face.
Starting a fight in Dante’s club doesn’t sound like the best plan of action. I highly doubt he would care, but I want to enjoy my night. Not nurse swollen knuckles because some guys just can’t take a hint.
I open my mouth, ready to give him a fake name, when I hear Evie yelling my name behind me. She walks up next to me and glances at the guy beside me. She visibly shivers when they make eye contact, but she doesn’t say anything else.
Thank God the bartender finally starts making his way over to us. He asks what we want to drink. I almost just want to walk away, forget about the drink, and get as far away from Dimitri as possible, but Evie starts ordering drinks for Grace, Naomi, and herself. I tell the bartender I’ll have whatever they are having.
Dimitri says he will have a whiskey and place his card on the bar top. “Let me get that for you.”
I give him another smile, hoping my lack of words will make him finally see that I am anything but interested. He doesn’t take the hint and keeps talking, but I tune him out as much as possible. It helps that the music is loud enough that I can’t hear much of it anyway.
As much as I was dreading them being here earlier, this would be the perfect time for one of the guys to come over and show off their possessive/ crazy side. Especially when I feel Dimitri’s hand on my lower back, slowly moving down towards my ass.
“Serena, darling.” Dante voice towers over the music and halts the man’s hand from almost grabbing my ass.
Dimitri turns around, facing Dante and practically snarls at him, before quickly catching himself and smiling at him.
“Ah, Dante. What a wonderful surprise.” The heavily accented, sickly-sweet tone grates on my nerves and makes me wildly more uncomfortable than I was before. At least his hand moves off me.
I glanced between the two of them. It’s obvious they know each other, but it doesn’t seem like they are friendly to each other.
“Dimitri.” Dante glares at him before turning to me. “Hello Evie. Lovely to see you again. I got that private room ready for you and your friends, if you are ready?”
I look at Evie, who is equally as confused as I am, but grateful for the excuse to leave. We grab our drinks off the bar top and start walking away.
“It was great to meet you, Serena. I will see you soon.” Dimitri calls out, sending shivers down my spine.
Zane
The clubhouse is packed tonight with more girls than I could have ever imagined. Everywhere I look, some club member is fucking at least two girls. Passing them around like the whores they are.
No one asks where I find these girls, knowing better than to question me. It’s not like they care anyway. They get to have their cake and eat it too. They all know that when I became president, life got a whole lot better. More money. More girls to fuck. More of the good life they all so desperately craved.
The day Pops died, the entire club threw a party knowing that we wouldn’t be stuck with him anymore. Pops was old school. This was just a hobby for him. He never understood what we could make of this club. He lived in the past. Too focused on his vision instead of the one I saw. I knew what this club could be like, and I turned it into this masterpiece.
Now, everyone lives in the lap of luxury with the money I bring in. They get everything their hearts desire, and it’s all thanks to me.
I glanced around the room, looking for someone to entertain me tonight. Sadly, I can’t have the girl I want. Serena. The sweet little piece of ass that lives next door. Sure, she is the same age as my kid, but that doesn’t matter. They only thing that matters is getting my dick sucked and a little bit of sweet revenge.
I make eye contact with a sexy little blonde that, if I squint enough, looks enough like Serena. I chug back the last of my beer before walking over to her. She is hot enough, but nowhere near as hot as Serena. She is dancing with some other girls, her eyes glazed over after being pumped full of Z, just like the rest of the girls here.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards my room in the back. She stumbles a few times, but I don’t pay attention to her. Only with one thing on my mind.
I open the door to my room and throw her in. She falls to the floor, not making a single sound as she collapses to the floor. I grab the girl by the back of the neck and toss her onto the bed. Her ass sticking up in the air, just the way I want her. At least this way I can picture Serena while I fuck this girl.
I pull my belt off and wrap it around my hand, leaving the metal clasp dangling. The girl mumbles something into the bed, but I don’t care enough to listen to her. I test the weight on the belt, making sure I will get the maximum pain I crave. I whip the belt, watching as the metal smacks across the blonde’s ass. She screams out in pain, making my dick so hard.
