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“Fuck,” he yells out as I finish him off.
I put him back in his pants then crawl from beneath the table. “I gotta go, baby. I’ll see you later,” he tells me.
Mick just got out of prison and all of the brothers are really happy to see Mick. He’s been in prison for the past five years on a trumped-up drug trafficking charge. I wasn’t here, obviously, when he was arrested but Mick seems to be a nice guy.
Dale has been telling me a lot of stories he has with Mick from when Dale was a young kid and he sounds like a good guy.
All of the brothers are pushing and shoving Mick into the circle of the common grounds where there are four kegs, a shit ton of liquor and a luge waiting for him to partake in. I thought the school parties were wild.
They were nothing compared to this right here.
When I attended college, I went to a couple of parties to say that I went and did have fun. However, when I went to a Hell’ Tribe MC party, I realized everything I was missing from those parties. They had nothing on this shit.
There are strippers off to the side of the stage that has been constructed for this exact reason. A lot of the brothers are really liking the strippers but left them to go and talk to Mick.
I look around for Dale, my boyfriend of the past couple of years. He’s in the middle of all of the brothers with a couple of strippers in the middle. That is the one thing about these parties that I don’t like. All of the strippers and scantily dressed whores hang all over the brothers.
I flare my lips at all of the women who are trying to get Dale’s attention. Brielle is talking about something she and Chase are doing later today. I’m the least bit interested in what my identical twin has to say about her perfect boyfriend. I never would have thought the perfect Brielle would be shacked up with Chase.
Hell, I was so caught up in following Dale around the room that I didn’t even notice Brielle found me. I know that she means well, but I don’t trust any of these women.
There’s something about Dale’s behaviors and his lack of commitment to me that has me worried about him cheating on me.
Has he cheated on me? I don’t know. I try really hard to make sure he doesn’t want to by letting my freaky side out as much as I can. I wish he would make me his ol’ lady and put his patch on my back… But he has yet to do that.
Growing up, Brielle was the perfect one and I got used to being compared to her. She did really well in school and even got a coveted job at the club the MC owns. I, on the other hand, have been struggling trying to find a job that will keep me interested.
I’ve managed to have a couple of jobs that give me enough money to pay for my apartment that Dale usually stays with me at.
“If you’re going to be so jealous of him, why are we here?” Brielle asks me while downing the rest of her drink.
I roll my eyes at her. “It’s not that I’m jealous… There has been something weird going on and I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
I voice the one thing that I have kept from my twin. It’s true, though. There is something that Dale has been keeping from me and I’m trying to figure out what it is. I would have thought he would have proposed to me by now… Or even officially moved in with me but he hasn’t. I don’t know what it is with him.
“Have you asked him if he’s into marriage?” Brielle questions and signals for a refill of some fruity drink she’s hooked on right now.
Since Brielle is the ol’ lady to the president, Chase, all of the brothers trip over themselves to get her whatever she wants. It’s nice that she has that official status of being his ol’ lady. She’s even wearing his patch on her back.
That part stings a little.
I don’t get what it is about Dale and me that has him moving so slow. He’s not the least bit interested in having a more committed relationship with me.
I nurse my beer in my hand and try to get out of the mood that I’m in. If he could be all over these girls and have these girls be all over him, why can’t I hang out with the brothers?
“I’ll be back later,” I mumble and make my way into the middle of the common ground moshpit.
Clapping the back of Mick, a middle-aged guy with long straggly hair and a beer gut pushing the front of his jeans down, he picks me up and swings me around the middle.
“I’m so happy to be out and be surrounded by sexy women,” he slurs in my ear.
“Brother!” Dale shouts and grabs me out of his arms.
Dale holds me to him and shields me from Mick.
“What the fuck?” I mutter to him and push off of his chest. “You can be all over these whores but I can’t dance with Mick?”
Dale’s pushing me out of the common ground area and into the clubhouse. “You want Mick?”
