Page 11 of Closing on Lynx

I turn around on my stool to take in the room. Several of the females have on clothes that should only be worn to entice men. As Paul and the man he called Sue come out of the back hall, I notice a woman step forward. She wraps her hand around Paul’s neck and pulls him down toward her face. Her free hand slides down his chest and grips his crotch—a sign to me that she owns him.

“Jess, don’t,” Crowne says.

“It’s okay. I will just head out. Make sure you come to me if you need anything.” I smile as I slide off the stool. I turn to leave and bump into a tall native man.

“She isn’t supposed to be here,” he states, looking from me to the woman who is still trying to suck Paul’s lips off his face.

“I think it’s me who isn’t supposed to be here. I am not a homewrecker,” I reply, trying to step around him, but I walk into another man. This one is skinner than the rest of them, but he looks like a bendy version of the hulk.

“No, sweetness. What Skoden here should have said is that woman has been banned from anything to do with the RBMC and its members. She truly isn’t allowed to be here. If you turn your head, you will see what is going to happen in about five seconds,” he says, turning my body so I can watch what is taking place.

An older lady steps forward and grabs her by the hair. A woman who looks like she could be her twin steps up and grabs her arm, then twists it behind her back.

“That woman is a menace. Who let her in?” another voice says, as they step up beside me. I turn to look in his direction and notice all the people around me have a leather vest on with a patch on the left breast. I begin to scan their patches and notice there are name plates on their right breast. I see Neo, Pure, Skoden, Slick, Pigeon, Brownie and Liquid. The only other members with vests on are behind the bar and they don’t have any patches on their vests only the word prospect.

“You are not allowed to be here. You were told to stay off the property and away from any member of this club. Why are you here?” Sue states, loud enough for the entire room to hear. Although, he could have whispered it and everyone would have heard since the room had falling quiet.

“Watch what happens to people that don’t listen,” Crowne states.

Turning my head to watch what they are going to do. I see the girls march her toward the door and slam her against the wall before opening the door.

“Mom is going to know about this,” the one being marched out of the building screams.

The one holding her arm shouts back, “Your ass needs to learn a lesson. No means fuckingNO.”

“Lynx didn’t say no yesterday when I had his cock in my mouth,” she states, looking at me, a smirk playing on her lips.

I step forward, slowly making my way toward the struggling woman. When I am within earshot, so only she and the other two ladies can hear what I have to say do I start, “I don’t know you, and I will never know who you are. You are the reason women are rarely believed when they step forward about being abused by someone close. No means no whether from a woman or a man. You should have your womanhood card revoked and shoved in a place the sun don’t shine. I hope you never have to go through years of abuse at the hands of a man you pledged your heart to. I hope you never have to deal with hospital visits where every bone in your body has been broken. And my last wish, I hope you never have to deal with hiding from a man because they threatened to kill you. Do better. Life has so much more meaning. Trust me, the right man doesn’t want you for the two lips between your legs. He wants you for the entire package.” I grab the open door and hold it to allow the women to drag her outside before I step through and look up to the sky.

“Your peace is more important than your negative thoughts,” I say for my ears only.

“You’ve seen the hands of abuse?” the female who had the handful of the other chick’s hair asks, and I nod. “I promise you are safe,” she says, then walks back into the building. Leaving me with the crisp air and the dangerous thoughts that are creeping into my head, threatening to take over my entire thought process.

Chapter Eight

Lynx

“The mayor has asked us to host the Christmas toy drive this year. She said when we ran it two years ago, it was the biggest number of families they served in the area. Last year they were only able to do five hundred low-income families, and it was only a one-hundred-dollar food voucher. The only thing, town council waited till the last second and we need to answer them tonight,” Sue states, pushing the envelope with the club’s name written on it.

“Yeah, we can start next month with drives and runs to earn money for the holiday season. It gives us at least a few months to start building up a slush fund for the gift-giving season, I respond.

“Okay, I will let the mayor know.” We stand up and leave the room.

“Is that the mortgage chick you were talking about?” Sue asks, his eyes looking toward the bar.

“There is something about her that drives this need to not only protect her, but to claim her. I can’t explain it,” I answer him as someone grabs my neck and starts to pull my head down. My eyes connect with Spun as her hand grips my cock and squeezes.

“The fuck!” Sue growls.

Maple comes marching over and grips Spun’s hair in a fist and yanks her head back. “I knew tosses you out wasn’t going to stop you. Bitch you are not welcome here. Shit here is consensual.”

“I warned you!” Spin barks at her sister, grabbing her wrist and squeezing until her hand loosens, and she lets go of my cock.

Looking up to where Jessikah was last sitting, I see her standing talking to Skoden and Slick. “Do you think she saw that?” I mumble.

“She would have to be blind as a fucking bat not to see what she just did,” Sue states, the look on his face turning into a smirk. “Pres, I think the club is putting their vote in for the first lady.” He nods his head in the direction of Jessikah. Her body is turned toward me, and all the club members are standing behind her, and the club girls are standing off to the side.

“Don’t you think she seems too young and naïve?” I question as Sue laughs.

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