Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart
Prologue
Verek Rhodes
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Staring out at the sea of bodies filling up the entire second story of the oceanfront club, I feel like a goddamn king.
Around here, I am considered royalty.
Ever since I patched into the Savage Kings MC three years ago, I’ve had it made. I’m the manager of Fluid, our MC’s very own nightclub, one of the most popular tourist attractions for single women in Myrtle Beach. And since the women flock to get a look at us bikers in an attempt to fulfill some Sons of Anarchy fantasy, all the local bachelors and the ones just passing through show up to try and find one of the rowdy, leftover ladies to take home.
It’s no secret that the members of the MC always get their pick of the litter. Every night is like shopping for a new car to take out for a spin. Each woman is different, with only one thing in common – they all want to fuck.
Tonight, I’ve got my eye on a cherry-red Corvette in a shiny green dress. The gorgeous redhead came in with a group of women, one of whom went straight for Roman, our club’s president like she was on a mission while the rest of the girls sit back on the sofas in the VIP section, sipping martinis or whatever fruity drink floats their boat.
Popping a fresh stick of peppermint gum in my mouth, I head over to introduce myself, making eye contact with Cherry the entire way. She eyes me up and down like I’m a Popsicle she’s dying to lick, refusing to glance away. I’m close enough to read her bright red lips when they clearly say to her friends, “Oh wow! Speaking of Big Dick Energy…” almost making me laugh out loud before the bouncer quickly removes the rope to let me through to the velvet plush sofas reserved for the best girls so that the other random dickheads looking to score will know they’re off-limits.
“Hello, ladies,” I say as I approach, flashing them all a smile before my eyes are drawn back to Cherry. No wonder she practically glows – her skin is a flawless ivory, as perfect as a porcelain doll’s. “You must be pretty damn important to one of the Kings if you’re sitting in here tonight.”
“Roman invited us,” Cherry answers. “Well, he invited our friend Charlotte and indulged the rest of us,” she adds, making the other women laugh.
“I’ll have to thank him later,” I tell her as I stroll over and take a seat on the arm of the sofa next to her, close enough to smell her warm vanilla scent. “What’s your name?” I ask since I’m guessing it’s something better than Cherry.
“Tessa,” she looks up and tells me. “And this is Sydney, Bev, and Ruth.”
“Nice to meet you ladies,” I reply even though I barely acknowledge the other women sitting around her. It’s impossible to look away from the radiant goddess who makes me want to get on my knees and worship her.
“I’m Verek, the one in charge here, so you ladies let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” I say to Tessa.
“Will you dance with me?” she quickly asks. Tossing the rest of her girly drink down, she sets the glass on the table in front of her and then gets to her feet to turn to face me expectantly, her tiny matching green purse slung across the front of her body.
“Anything but that,” I tell her with a wince.
“Oh, come on!” Tessa exclaims, slapping the outside of my knee playfully. “You can’t be that bad if you work in a nightclub!”
For a second, I almost turn her down. The Kings aren’t known for their dancing abilities, myself included. But her gorgeous face looks so hopeful, and her beautiful green eyes are twinkling like emeralds under the strobe lights. That’s the moment I know for certain that I couldn’t refuse her anything.
“All right, sweetheart,” I concede. “It’s your pretty little feet that’ll get stomped.”
Giggling, she says, “I’ll take my chances.”
Reaching for her hand, I lead her to the dance floor as the other women cheer her on, wondering how many songs I’ll have to endure before I can take her home with me.
Tessa Singleton
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“What did you say your name was again?” I yell to the tall, bronze-haired biker. He is somehow making the leather cut and run-of-the-mill blue jeans look incredibly yummy as he leads me to the dance floor, an upbeat song with