Page 3 of Rage & Paradise
But being grateful doesn’t stop the burn of humiliation sitting heavy in my chest. It doesn’t quiet the voice in my head reminding me that the patch on my cut doesn’t mean shit if no one believes I deserve it.
I drag my hand down my face, stare at my reflection in the dark window.
Outside, the club laughs and drinks and fucks. Inside, I’m sitting here alone, gripping my patch like it’s the only proof I belong.
Things will get better.
They fucking have to.
TWO
Oro
I’m acting like a fucking fool.
Of course I’m still on the bottom of the totem pole. I’m the last patch member. By the time the guys find the next prospect, shit will change for me and they will be the ones getting the shit jobs.
I don’t know why I was so in my feelings for in the first place. It’s not like they were bullying me or hazing me or some shit like that.
I know what is expected of me. There was no way that AZ would have let anyone walk away from that mess in the middle of the clubhouse. He’s so damn anal, he’s probably still thinking about different ways he can deep clean the wood to make sure that all traces of the throw up is gone.
Now that I’ve got my head on straight, I pop out of my room only to see Spin, the DJ that typically works our parties getting his equipment together.
“Y Vado?” I call up to him. He looks around as if the president of the club will somehow appear out of thin air. Whenhe shrugs his shoulders I make my way to the kitchen area to see if any of the guys are in there.
Usually when the parties are over there are a few hang arounds either passed out or lounging around. Thank fully, I only see one in the main area. He’s talking to Digger who is surprisingly alone. I was sure that he’d be balls deep in one of the club bunnies tonight but it seems he had just as much luck as I did.
I grab a bottle of water out of the kitchen before making my way over to where Digger and the hangaround is sitting.
“It’s bullshit, they need to bring more televised sports over here. I’m tired of having to fly off island everytime I want to go see something.” Digger pulls a bottle of Corona to his lips and takes a swig.
“What bullshit are you talking about?” My gut twists a little as I insert myself into the conversation. As a prospect, it wasn’t unheard of for brothers to tell me to fuck off if they didn’t want to talk to me.
“The NFL, NBA, all those big sporting events. We don’t get shit here on the island. Nothing but tourists and a few concerts.” Digger drops right into his tirade. I’m relieved to see there’s at least some form of upgraded respect coming from him.
“You know the ones on the mainland don’t want to spend any extra chavo on us little folks over here. They’ve got more important things to think about.” I chuckle and get ready to sit down next to them.
Digger puts his hand up to stop me from sitting down. I’m ready to be rejected.
“Hablando de cosas mas importantes…Don’t you have to do your rounds at Seda. Something is definetly in the air.” He looks at me expectantly.
“Que mierda… I almost fucking forgot.” I grumble and turn on my heel. This is a new responsibility for me.
Seda is the attached massage palor or otherwise knows as a the bunny palace. Our guests and some clients are able to visit with the club bunnies over there and have thier needs tended to. Usually, Lobo would be the one to go over there and check on things but the minute I was upgraded from prospect to full member he handed off that responsibility to me.
I’m thinking it has something to do with his new woman, Angela and the fact that he wants to be spending as much time with her. I don’t mind it though. At least I know they trust me enough to look in on then.
Besides the security and transport portion of our business here on the island, our biggest money maker is Seda. Those women can pull in quite a bit of cash.
I’m not sure what Digger meant about there being something in the air but as I walk out into the courtyard right outside the clubhouse, I can feel it.
It’s not thick enough to feel like it’s a storm coming but at the same time the air feels heavy like something is about to happen. I put a little pep in my step as I make my way across the street toward Seda. The large building is freshly painted and the neon pink light spilling from the sign baths the front windows and the door in a nearly other wordly glow. It’s supposed to make the client feel like they are walking into heaven. At least that’s what the girls say.
All the windows are covered from the inside with thick drapes so no one on the outside can see what is going on but the minute I step in front of the door I know I’m about to walk into some bullshit.
I do a quick glance around the street and the parking lot but I don’t see any parked cars. If there are any clients in there they must be local.
Taking a deep breath, I push the door open but have to jump back the second I try to take a step in.
