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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TARGET

We are at the clubhouse, and the party is raging.

The brothers are drinking and watching the club girls do their thing.

Across the room, Madalyn and Darian are talking and laughing with Tracie and Louise, getting glares from some of the club girls, but I know the two Ol’ Ladies will stick by her if she gets upset until I get there.

I lean against the bar, my eyes drawn to her. I love seeing her in my space, and seeing how she is dressed is a fucking bonus.

She was unsure if she wanted to come here, especially after I told her about the club girls and what they do for the single brothers. But seeing her here, in the midst of the chaos, fills me with pride.

Mads glances over at me, catching my eye. A small smile tugs at her lips, and I know she's trying to be comfortable despite her reservations. She is too sweet to say nothing bad about what goes on here because she knows that it is not her place to judge.

She knows the MC life, and I have to hope that she trusts me being around these women.

Darian nudges her, saying something that makes her laugh, the sound cutting through the noise of the party, and making my balls ache. I fucking love her laugh.

Charm lifts her head from her position when the women laugh, she checks that Mads is safe, and then she rests her head back between her paws. Ares sits right at the foot of my woman’s chair, while Zeus is next to Charm, keeping a dutiful watch on the room, mainly the women.

I take another sip of my drink, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me. I can't help but feel a sense of pride watching her here, becoming a part of this world.

Being in an MC is not for everyone, but we are a family above all.

My woman looks at me again and I wink, making a smile pull across her face, before she gives her friend her attention again.

“Your woman is looking hot, brother.” I twist my next to look at Flame as he comes to stand next to me at the bar.

“You want to take your eyes off my woman?” I state firmly, leaving no room for argument.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Just making an observation, man.”

“Well, go make a fucking observation about one of the club girls.” I nod my head in their direction.

Three of them are dancing across the room, grinding on each other naked as the day they were born. Club girls are here to serve the brothers when they want to bust a nut or get rid of some pent up frustration. They live here rent free, so they fuck and clean to pay their way.

I have been with a few of them; I always preferred my pussy fresh and away from any drama, but sometimes you have to take what is close by. Madalyn is going to pitch a fit when she finds out that I have sampled the women here.

But this was all before her and hell, nearly a year before I met her, it was getting old having them here so easily and I wanted something different.

Again, she knows how MCs are with club girls, but what I need to cement with her is that once a Rugged Skull takes an Ol’ Lady and calls ‘Dibs,’ they never stray from their woman.

Loyalty is a big factor at the club, and that extends to the women.

“You did good, brother. She is a hot one.” I look behind me seeing Savage looking at Madalyn and not me.

“She is,” is all I say, judging his response but I get nothing, as usual with him.

Savage plays the joker of the club but inside he is as deadly as they fucking come. Coming from a very bad background, Savage knows how to be savage when needed, or in some cases when he fucking feels like it.

He brings his gaze to mine, looking at me for a few seconds, before he looks back to my woman.

“So no more dicking,” he verbalizes and I nod. “Fair enough. I love you, brother, but I can’t do pussy for you.” He winks and I throw my head back, barking out a laugh at his response.

“You are a fucking idiot, but I love you too, man.”

“I think she will be good for you and the twins. They see Ruth and her hubs I know, but seeing you with someone will be good for them too, so they see that both of their parents can carry on stable relationships.”

I nod, leaning my forearm on the bar and watching as Madalyn gets pulled onto the makeshift dance floor by Darian as they dance, giggling. I’d imagine the alcohol is helping to lower her inhibitions, and one thing I am looking forward to, is drunk sex with her later in my room.

Tracie looks to me and winks, so I know that my girl has the seal of approval from the older ladies and that makes me fucking happy, not that I had any doubt.

My girl is fucking awesome.

“Pres,” I greet Racer when he joins us.

“Come sit.” He gestures to the table and chairs, so I do, with Savage, Forge and Rouge close behind us.

Bolt and Ice are sitting on the sofa nearby, but move to the table when we approach.

“Did you get any information about that fucker, Crypt?” he asks me.

“It was fucking Madalyn and not Darian who was involved with him.”

“What the fuck?” Forge blurts out.

“He fucking fooled her. Before she knew it, he was controlling her, making her lose herself and friends. Tried cutting her off from family, but that is not the fucking worst.”

“Tell me he didn’t?” The sound is low, deadly, and would make anyone cower in fear.

Giving Savage my gaze, I nod.

His fists tighten on top of the table while a growl slowly builds from deep in his throat. Reaching over, I place my hand on his thigh and squeeze.

“Calm down, brother, now is not the time. We will kill this motherfucker, you can bet on that.”

“Fuck yeah we will, but in due time. We cannot go spilling blood in the street. Information is needed on this club and more on the street crew, whatever the fuck they are called. We do not jump into the fucking fire without knowing more.”

Savage’s eyes narrow as he leans back in his chair, and a sick smile graces his face.

“Agreed. Then I spill blood. I have always wanted to hang someone upside down, then slit their throat, to see how long it takes them to die.” He shrugs.

“We need to gather intel. Find out exactly who we're dealing with and what kind of operation they’re running.” I add, and Pres nods.

Bolt nods, his expression determined. “I’ll get on it. I know a few contacts who might have the information we need, along with the prospect’s contacts. We’ll get the lowdown on this crew and MC and see what exactly they are dealing in.”

Ice chimes in, “We need to play this smart. No rushing in blind. I am getting too fucking old for gun fights, brothers,” he jokes.

I glance around at my brothers, seeing the same resolve mirrored in their faces. This isn’t just about revenge; it’s about making sure no one else gets hurt by Crypt or the shit he is dealing in.

We’ll get the information we need, and then we’ll make our move. But when we do, it will be with precision and purpose.

“I will have Logan follow Madelyn at a distance. Making sure that Crypt does not get anywhere near to her. From the vibe I got from him, he would take her by force if needed.”

“Would she go?” Bolts asks, making me sit forward in my seat.

Bolt is old school and holds nothing back, and he will tell you like it is even if you do not want to hear it.

“He fucking raped her, brother. Controlled what she did and hit her. Do you think she would, after hiding from him the second he went to prison?”

He holds his hands up in front of him. “Hey, just asking, man, I don’t know the chick yet. You hear all about these girls who like that kind of stuff and go willingly to their abuser because he has brain washed them.”

“You watch too much TV, brother.” Ice shakes his head at him.

“She is scared of him, so no, she would not go back to him. Not that I would let her anyway; she is mine.”

“Good, ‘bout time you young fuckers settled down. We need more Ol’ Ladies up in club, my woman fucking hates the club girls hitting on me,” Ice declared.

He is a good looking guy for his age, all silver hair, and beard to match. Louise is eleven years younger than him, so she keeps him young; they have a great marriage and fuck me, I want what they have.

Looking over to Madalyn, she is now sitting back with the women, drinking and having a good time.

She needed time to get to know the women, to build a friendship because she will be here at the club most days when she is not working. Mads was weary about being with me, and my life and the club were no exception to her worry.

However, the genuine camaraderie among the women seemed to soften her reservations, that and the alcohol they are consuming. I hope in time she will start to see them as a second family, a support system she never had before, outside of Peter, Darian, and her sister, Aria.

She needs more female friends in her life and I want that for her with the Ol’ Ladies of the club.

“No Ol’ Lady for me.” Savage winks at Ice, making the fucker laugh loudly, gaining the attention of the women. “Pussy does nothing for me; now offer me a big cock and a tight ass and I am ready to claim any fucker.”

“You are a dirty bastard, Savage,” Ice chimes in, still laughing.

“Yeah, I am,” he proudly replies.

“I am not looking to settle down. I like a variety of pussy, man. My cock likes to come in all shapes and sizes.” Forge winks.

“Fuck me, you young cunts. We would go hunting for our woman back in the day. Locking a bitch down was a highlight of the club, watching women fall at our feet and we had our pickings,” Bolt admits.

“Bernard David Milner, you did not just call women bitches and admit to taking your pick.”

We all laugh as his face goes white after Tracie calls across the room to him. The guys clap and cheer that he has been called out. Cat-calling fills the room.

“No, baby, you must have misheard me, I would never do that,” he backtracks, making us laugh harder.

She stands on the spot, hands on hips, glaring at her man. Madalyn’s shoulders shake with laughter, her smile brightening up the fucking room.

Damn, I am gone for this woman.

Charm sits up, scanning the room, her focus stopping on Madalyn. Ares barks, joining in the laughter. Zeus huffs, turning in a circle and settling back down, but not before he nudges Charm’s hind leg, letting her know that everyone is safe.

“You got told, brother.” Forge laughs so hard his chair topples back, hitting the floor hard.

We laugh harder seeing the prick sprawled out on the floor, laughing. This is what we are about, besides the hard shit we deal with. Family and mocking someone, cheering them on when they get scolded by their woman.

Laughing is good for the motherfucking soul.

Bolt jumps to his feet, rushing across then room to his woman. Pulling her into his arms, he kisses her hard and she melts against him. Even after all these years of being married, he still affects her and her him.

They leave the room to the sounds of cat-calling and cheering that he is getting some. I wink at Mads when she looks across to me, her cheeks rosy from the alcohol.

“ You okay ?” I mouth to her.

She nods and takes a sip of her drink, her tongue slipping out to catch the drop that lands on her bottom lip and just like that I am hard as steel. With our gazes still locked, I reach down and adjust my hard cock in my pants, causing the color in her cheeks to darken, and lust stares back at me.

Once everyone has calmed their asses down, Racer downs the rest of his drink, signaling for another.

“I will put a call into the Fort Lauderdale club and see if Maverick or Astrid can dig deeper than what we can on this crew. Knowing the age of these brats, they will have a social media account for their races.”

“Mav likes to dig deep,” Savage pipes up, making me chuckle.

I fist bump the man, but Racer does not see the funny side of things.

“No. just fucking no.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know we are a large state and we cannot stop all the drugs that run through it, but I will try my fucking hardest to stop anyone I can.”

“We hear you, Pres,” Rogue speaks.

“We got your back, Pres.”

“Drugs ruin people.”

Replies go up around the table.

“I will tap into all of our client security cameras to see if any of their areas have had any activity linked to the crew or the MC, and report back. Also, I will speak to Mayor and see if she doesn’t mind us putting up some extra cameras around the place.

I will tell her that we are doing it to keep track of tourists in the area,” I explain and Pres nods.

“Good.” He looks directly across the room to where my woman is. “Have you told the kids and Ruth that you are claiming her?”

“Nah, not yet. The twins asked if we were dating, because apparently my fucking ten-year-old daughter knows about dating because her and her mom watch TV shows with dating on them.” I scoff. “They know I am starting something with her. they like her.”

“Brother, she is growing up. Before you know it, they will be driving and Rex will want his first bike,” Ice chimes in.

“Like fuck will she be dating. She is our baby girl,” Savage snaps, cracking his knuckles.

These men are very protective of my twins, have been since I joined the club. They hate seeing them grow up as much as I do.

“One day they will be off to college and I will not see them every day, they not need me or the club every day.” I pout, which makes Racer grin.

“Brother, they will always need you. They will always need the club and we will be here every fucking time they do,” he promises.

“I need to look up more ways to kill horny, pimple-faced teens,” Savage admits with a cheesy smile on his face.

These men are my family and will die and kill for my blood family.

For that, I am grateful. Together, we have built bonds that go beyond mere friendship or brotherhood. Pussy and alcohol, along with some PTSD, we know we have each other’s backs.

It is moments like this, that I thank fuck that I am a Rugged Skull.