Page 36 of Property of Camo

I nod to him.

“We are done, unless you have anything to add.” He looks around the table.

Banging the gavel, he ends the meeting.

I exit the boardroom, which is also known as church, and head to my bike, needing to go to the Red Rope to check in on things. I am the main manager of the club, but we all chip in when needed.

I park my bike in our private space, where the doorman can see it at all times, not that anyone would touch a bike owned by a Kings of Anarchy member.

“Duff,” I greet tonight’s doorman.

“Camo. All good inside. Nothing too rowdy, yet.” He grins.

I nod and slap him on the back as I pass.

“Good to know.”

The music hits my ears, the bass sending vibrations through my body as I walk through the crowd. Women eye-fuck me as I pass, so I throw them a wink, making them giggle.

Men step out of my way, never wanting to get involved with a member of the Kings.

The short hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I get closer to the end of the bar. Halting my steps, I look around the room, making it look like I am checking out the customers.

My dick twitches when my eyes land on a woman dancing: her arms are in the air, her hips are swaying to the music, and I know that ass any-fucking-where. My hand, my mouth, and cock have been very intimate with that ass.

I keep my steps moving forward, making my way to the stairs that lead up to the balcony that overlooks the whole ground floor. As I reach the top step, one of the servers greets me with a flirty smile, and a tray in her hand with my preferred drink sitting in the middle.

I wink at her. “Thanks, babe.”

Licking her lips, she leans forward, giving me the perfect view of her tits in her top. “If there is anything else you need, Mr. VP, let me know.”

“Will do, sweetheart.” I tap her on the ass as she walks away, making her giggle, looking over her shoulder at me.

Fuck me, it is good being the VP of a club but also me being a supernatural brings the ladies on their knees in droves for a good time with one of us.

Resting my forearms on the railing, I look down over the patrons who are drinking, dancing, and enjoying themselves. A woman is sucking some guy off as he leans back in the booth to my right, and I smirk at the group of barely legal guys watching, rubbing their dicks through their pants.

As long as money is going into the register, I do not give a fuck what people do. Red Rope is a place where humans and supernaturals can feel safe. We are not a sex club per se, but if you want to find some pussy or dick to play with, we have rooms at the back that we charge by the hour to use.

If someone is wearing a white wristband then they are here for good time, no sexy time for them.

My gaze lands on Skyla and her friends, including the guy she is grinding her ass on.

An ass that belongs to me.

I grip the glass in my hand, and feel the tumbler start to crack so I ease up on it. Skyla knows that the Kings own this place, and she knows that one of the brothers would report back to me if they saw her with someone else, even if I have not claimed her.

Fuck me, this woman has me in fucking knots.

She drives me crazy.

I watch her have her fun; the guys she is with is getting too handsy for my liking but I have no claim over her. Fuck, it was me who walked away after she told me some home fucking truths that only pissed me off at her more.

The song changes and I see Skyla lean in and speak to her friend Eva, who is dancing with Clark. I did not see them with her, I only had eyes for Skyla and well, the cunt she was dancing with.

I watch her walk away from the group, the guy turning and following her. Gritting my teeth, I clench my empty fist as he presses his front to her back, making her giggle.

Fucking motherfucker.

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