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AJAX

Stacks took a few days to get Paradise City back up and running, and did some background checks on the dancers to make sure they were at least twenty-one. Diezel wanted to put Lindsey back on a bus back home to Charlotte, but she fought tooth and nail against it. Swore she would run the opposite way the moment she had the chance. Diezel shook his head, but let her stay.

Some of the Ole Ladies and clubwhores gave her some clothes to wear, since she had nothing except the bikini we found her in. I guess they could see themselves in Lindsey. Even though she was only seventeen, Diezel let her help behind the bar, but warned every club member, prospect, and hang around that she was off limits.

A week later, he hosted another clubhouse party with the Petersburg Chapter. The clubhouse was packed with club members, Ole Ladies, clubwhores, and hang arounds. The place smelled of sweat, cheap perfume, and a combination of cigars, cigarettes, and weed.

But before we could let loose, we had to handle club business and gather the patched members of Petersburg and Richmond together. We were cramped sitting around the table in the small room where Diezel held church.

Diezel slammed the old wooden gavel on the table. “The Petersburg Chapter has voted, and Bullet is their new Sgt. At Arms. So let's celebrate tonight and all give Bullet some brotherly love! Get him drunk, stoned, and laid. In no particular order!”

We whooped, hollered, and roared, calling Bullet’s name and giving him bro hugs. Not only were we celebrating Bullet’s rank to Sgt. at Arms, but a makeshift fighting ring was built in the parking lot beside the clubhouse. No mats, just chain-linked fencing and barbed wire twenty-by-twenty feet and a wooden platform.

Diezel allowed some of the local hang arounds in Richmond to cash in on the bets for the headliner fight: Saber from the Richmond Chapter versus the pretty boy, former high school football linebacker, from the Petersburg Chapter called Romeo.

Out at the cage Saber was getting ready. His fighting skills had improved over the past few weeks thanks to my training, and he was ready to prove himself to Diezel and our chapter. Romeo entered the cage first, shirtless, wearing a mouth guard and his fists were taped up. A few of the Petersburg clubwhores were topless, wearing only panties and heels, standing near the cage jumping up and down chanting Romeo’s name.

Saber shrugged off his rags and handed them to Mace. I stood face to face with him, and grasped his shoulders. “You know what to do, brother. Romeo is big and moves around like fucking Frankenstein. Keep your hands up, dance around him and wear his ass out. He’ll start to breath heavily. Then bust up his pretty face.”

“I will Ajax.” Saber nodded. “Thanks for the training. I’ll make the Prez proud.”

I looked toward the crowd of Berzerkers and found Diezel standing with both arms draped over two clubwhores, drinking a beer.

Pinky had her eyes on me, paying special attention to everything I did and asking me if I needed another beer, or walking by me, and brushing her hand across the front of my jeans. The clubwhore thought she was going to ride my dick before the night was over, but that wasn't going to happen, not tonight, not ever. Lou wasn’t happy with me when I told her I didnt want her to be here tonight. She was too much of distraction and I needed to focus on Saber’s fight.

It wasn't until Pinky squeezed her way into the conversation I was having with Mace and some of the Petersburg Chapter brothers that I almost lost it. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “So when are you going to fuck me?”

The Berzerkers chuckled when my hand slid up the back of her neck, and they laughed when I fisted a handful of her hair, yanking her head back.

She yelped in pain as I glared into her eyes. “Keep your fucking hands off me, bitch, or I’ll break them.”

When I let go, Pinky stumbled back, then stomped, steam coming out of her ears.

“Damn brother, you scared that fine piece of ass away,” Jinx said. He was so high on coke, he kept clicking his tongue.

“She’s all yours Jinx, if you can get your dick up.” I laughed.

Jinx swiped his forearm across his powder covered nose, gave us a military salute, then ran after Pinky.

“What’s her name? Did you fuck her?” A flash of bright color caught my eye, and I turned to see Lou standing beside me. She wore a neon pink tank top and tight jeans that showed off her curvy hips and ass. She looked fine as fuck, even with the pissed off look on her face.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come by the clubhouse tonight?” I asked, as Mace walked away, giving me a moment alone with Lou.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I suddenly became furious. “No, I never fucked Pinky! Damit woman! When I tell you to stay home, you’re supposed to listen to me!”

“But I need to tell you some–”

Before Lou could say another word, I grabbed her around the thighs and lifted her up onto my shoulder, then gave a hard smack on her ass.

“Put me down Ajax!” Lou shouted as laughter and whooping sounded around us while I carried her to her car.

I set her ass down on the hood and moved between her legs, caging her in to scolded her like a damn kid. “I’m not fucking clubwhores! Sometimes there’s shit that happens at the clubhouse that I don't want you to be a part of to keep you safe.”

“Erwin came by the diner earlier today.”

“Who the fuck is Erwin?”

“Erwin Harding, my ex-boyfriend, the guy you punched in the nose that first night I met you.”

“Did he touch you?” I asked, stepping back, clenching my fists.

“No. Well, yes, but that’s not important -”

“Oh yes it is God damit!”

“Erwin told me he heard some club called the Death Angels have declared war on the Berzerkers because of some territorial claim to that strip club, the one that belonged to Sheila’s stepdad. I’m scared.”

Lou began to cry, and I wrapped my arms around her. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, darlin. My club will handle it. You’re safe, so is Mick.”

Lou grabbed the front of my rags. “Erwin knows Mick is your daughter!”