Page 16 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

I miss him, and I hate it.

I hate how the club feels different when he’s not here.

Something that I never noticed until now.

I hate how I keep looking over my shoulder, waiting for him to walk into the room.

I hate that I miss him watching me dance or just feeling his eyes on me as I walk through the club.

Most of all I hate the way that after one date I miss him.

It’s insane. It’s ridiculous. It’s fucking annoying, is what it is. The tip of my tongue is numb from biting it so many times to stop myself from asking Happy when he will be back.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

Being obsessed with a guy is for the goddamn birds.

After tightening my heels, I step back and check myself out in the mirror. I look like I’d rather be anywhere but here. Yeah, that’s as good as it’s going to get tonight, and I have a feeling that my tips are going to reflect my mood.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cami? You missing your sugar daddy?” Venus teases, making the other girls laugh.

Ignoring them, I grab my robe and head toward Happy.

When we make it to Danny, my nerves are high.

“Hey, you okay?” Danny asks.

“I’m fine.”

“New song tonight, huh? Did you run it by Fang?” he asks.

Happy looks over at me and frowns, but I don’t pay him any mind.

“He’s fine with it,” I lie. The last thing either of them needs to know is that I’m going to do an unapproved dance.

Call it my little act of rebellion for taking off so long.

“I would say break a leg, but I kind of hope you fall on your face,” Stacey says as she passes by.

“Watch it,” Happy growls.

“Leave it, they aren’t worth it.” I take off my robe and hand it to him. “I’ll see you guys in a few minutes.

When I take the stage, my eyes go to the door.

Knock it off, Cami, he’s not here.

“Dangerous Woman” by Arianna Grande begins to play, and I start to move.

I dance like he’s in the room watching. We might joke how Fang is the bad boy in our relationship, if we can even call it that, but in reality he makes me feel dangerous.

I feel like with him I could loosen the reins I have and be bad.

I only want to be bad with him, though.

Halfway through, my breath catches when the door opens. A group of guys in leather walk in, and I scan them. I fight the urge to frown when I realize he’s not here. Disappointment rolls through me, and I have to force myself to keep moving. I can’t stop, not until the song is over.

Okay, Cami, this is insane. Pull it together and dance.

So I do. I zone out and finish the song. All I know is that it takes me a minute to realize the lights are lowered and the music has stopped. Quickly, I head offstage to Happy, who stares at me with a look I can’t quite name.

“You good?” he asks again.

I hum as I bite the inside of my cheek. I desperately want to ask him about Fang, but I can’t bring myself to. I won’t be one of those women who’s dickmatized before I even get the dick. We make it five steps when someone approaches.

“Hey, sugar,” he says as he grabs my arm. “You looked real good up there. How about you give me a private dance?”

“Let go of her right now,” Happy demands while I’m frozen.

“Come on, Happy, we all know they are open for business. They’re club property, after all,” the stranger says as he squeezes my arm tighter, making me gasp.

My body shakes a little at the sensation. I hate that one unwanted touch makes me feel this way. PTSD has a way of fucking you over in the worst ways. I only wish I knew how to control it.

Happy literally pries his fingers from my arm and then steps between us.

“I don’t know how you do things where you’re from, but that’s not how they work here.

These aren’t like the girls at the clubhouse.

They decide if and when they share their body, and it’s not up for discussion.

” He points over his shoulder at me. “And this one isn’t open for business. Never has been, never will be.”

The tension between them builds, making my skin crawl.

With a shaky hand, I reach up and touch Happy’s shoulder. “Come on. I need to get changed,” I tell him softly.

I watch as his jaw clenches. He nods and steps to the side of the dickhead who won’t back down.

On shaky legs, tucked safely behind Happy, we head toward the dressing room, and only once we are safely out of sight do I put any distance between us.

“Sorry about that asshole,” he tells me.

“It’s fine, but it seems like you two don’t get along.”

“Yeah, you could say that. I didn’t like him the first time I met him,” he mutters.

“Who is he anyway?”

Happy sighs. “He’s a brother from another chapter.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“How do I explain this…” He thinks for a moment before he continues. “So we have clubs all over the country. Each one a little different than the other, but Lotus MC nonetheless.”

“You mean like how Fang was part of the club in Vegas before he came here?”

“Exactly like that.”

“So that guy is from somewhere else?”

“Yeah, he’s just in town for a while passing through.” His eyes light up, and he snaps his fingers. “You know what, you should come to the clubhouse tonight. We have a patch-in party that I think you would find interesting.”

I frown as I think about it. “That doesn’t really sound like something I’d be interested in, and I don’t do extras, you know that.”

“That’s not why I’m inviting you. I just think it would be eye-opening for you, and Fang will be there. He can explain everything better than me if you come. No pressure, though.”

Just hearing his name makes my heart race.

On second thought, maybe I should go.

“I’ll think about it,” I lie.

We both know that I’ll be there.

Relief fills me as we roll back into town. I don’t mind doing runs. In fact, it scratches the itch I get from time to time that screams at me to just get on my bike and roll out. This time, though, it was different. As soon as I left, I wanted to turn my bike around and come home.

I’m glad I didn’t, though. It was good to catch up with Gunner from Saint’s Outlaws MC, even if it was short-lived.

I was happy to hear about how his old lady is raising hell and making his hair gray.

I met her once at a charity ride, and I can see it.

Swear to God, she stepped right up to a motherfucker that was twice her size and tried to go toe-to-toe with him.

She only backed down when Gunner tossed her over his shoulder and spanked her ass while he carried her off.

Even then she was cursing like a goddamn sailor, telling the man she was going to castrate him. She’s a fucking spitfire.

Just like Cami.

Jesus, I can’t imagine what the hell those two would get up to if we left them alone for five minutes, let alone an hour. World domination would surely be on the table.

Fuck.

Just thinking about her makes my heart race. I missed the hell out of her. I’ve gotten so used to seeing her every day that it felt weird not to. I had to stop myself every time we stopped from messaging her to check in and make sure she was okay.

While I didn’t message her, Happy did report back.

Without me having to ask, even. He just told me about how her dances went and how people left her alone.

While it did ease my mind, it didn’t change the fact that all I want to do right now is head straight to the club instead of going to the clubhouse.

I’ll get my eyes and hands on her later. Business first.

We slow down and roll up to the gate that surrounds the property. Prospect Three hits the button, and we wait for it to open. Once it does, we all drive up to the clubhouse. As I shut my bike off, Savage comes outside. He comes to a stop next to me as I get off my bike.

“How was it?” he asks.

“Good.”

“Any issues?”

“No. There were two moments that I thought we might, but they never panned out.”

“What were they?” he asks as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“We went through one of those fuckin’ DUI checkpoints. They weren’t pulling people over or anything. They were just looking for erratic drivers, but you never know.”

He nods, knowingly. “Yeah, those can be a pain in the ass. What was the other time?”

“Somewhere in Louisiana, a cop followed us for about thirty miles before he got off on an exit.”

“Well, it is the end of the month. I guess they were just trying to hit their totals. The transfer go smooth?”

The transfer he’s referring to is drugs. While the club has a strict policy about not using them, we have no issues moving them for the Medina Cartel. It brings in way too much money for us to say no.

“Yeah, Saint’s want to get together again and do a charity run.”

“I’ll call their pres and see what they have in mind.” He sighs.

“How are things around here?”

“Chaotic. The patch party is tonight. You know how it is.”

Shit, how the hell did I forget about that? I look around and realize that there are more cars here than normal.

Well, fuck me. I guess I won’t be seeing my little dancer tonight.

“Need help?” I ask reluctantly.

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. Bails has a whole goddamn list going. I fuckin’ love her, but she takes this shit way too seriously.”

“Hey, happy wife, happy life,” I tease, making him laugh.

“No shit. Truer words have never been spoken, brother.”

Someone yells his name, making him sigh. He reaches out and slaps my shoulder.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he says before walking off.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I wait for him to walk away before I pull it out. When I see a text from Happy, mixed emotions run through me. Is this going to be an update that everything is fine, or did something happen while I was gone?

Swiping, I open the text, and when I read it, a smile crosses my face.

Happy: Your girl said you approved a new routine for tonight and performed it. Pretty sure she lied, but it fucking rocked. Well, the money on the stage said it did.

Before I can respond, another one comes through.

Happy: Had a run in with Biggy. Had to tell him your girl was off limits.

Anger courses through me. I shouldn’t be surprised. That dickhead is a handsy motherfucker who thinks everything should be his. He has no respect.

Happy: Your girl is good though. She tensed up but didn’t go into a full panic attack. We should probably figure out why it happens. Whoever hurt her needs to pay. Oh, I even did you a favor.

Me: Do I want to know?

Happy: I invited her to the clubhouse tonight. I figured after a couple of nights away you could go with seeing your girl. You’re welcome.

Hell yeah.

Me: I could kiss you right now.

Happy: I don’t swing that way, so maybe save that shit for her.

I send him a middle finger emoji and pocket my phone. There’s shit that needs to be done, and I’m in desperate need of a shower before my girl gets here.

My girl.

Two words I never thought I would say together. I love it. I just hope she does as much as I do.