“I guess all I have to do is grab my purse before we head out. Where are we going?” Gwen asks Sam.
“Not telling you. Killer arranged everything and you’re just gonna have to wait and see,” Sam answers my girl with a smirk on her face.
Walking up to Gwen, I take Carson from her arms and hold him to my chest while leaning down to place a kiss against her lips. Gwen deepens it more than I was going to before finally pulling away from me. I slap her ass as she finally saunters away from me. There is no other way to describe the way she walks away from me. It’s sexy as hell and in no way something she’s doing to entice me or get any other man’s attention. This is simply the way Gwen walks.
The girls have been gone all day long. I’ve spent my day with Fox while the kids were spread out around the clubhouse. Fox and I had Carson and Dylan since Playboy is still gone. It’s the only way Sam could get out since all of the ol’ ladies are out with Gwen today. I have no problem hanging out with the kids and neither does Fox. We love spending time with the littles any chance we get.
The only time I left was to grab dinner with my woman. The rest of the ol’ ladies went out to finish shopping and getting an outfit for Gwen. I took her to her favorite steakhouse on the outskirts of town. They brought her a cupcake with a candle in it. We all sang her happy birthday as she blushed as red as I’ve ever seen her before she blew it out. Gwen shared her small cupcake with me. Including smashing a small piece into my face. I laughed and I will get my payback on her when she’s least expecting it.
Now, we’re all heading out to meet our women at Phantom; the nightclub we own. We’ll stay out of the way and let them have their fun. However, if anything goes down, especially with Gwen, we’ll be there to make sure they have a good time without anyone fucking with them. No one is going to ruin my girl’s birthday today.
We all straddle our bikes and make our way toward the club. Once we get there, we park in the spots reserved for us. Rich and another Prospect, a newer one I’m not sure of his name, stand outside and watch over our bikes. That’s what they’ll do all night long. It’s just part of their job and I know Rich doesn’t mind doing it. He’s a good man and will make a welcome addition to our club. He’s still got a way to go though.
Walking around the front of the building, we always go in the front to ensure our presence is known among the men and women wanting to party, all of the women begin drooling and trying their best to get our attention. Considering I’m with Slim, Fox, Boy Scout, and a few other guys, they aren’t getting shit from us. Maybe once the single guys get in there and find their piece of strange for the night. However, the desperation is rolling off these women and it’s a massive turn off. None of us want that shit.
Connor, our bouncer, lets us in with a nod as everyone else tries to sneak in behind us. Our man is good and holds them all back as the bitching and whining begins. They want in our club something fierce. Women have tried to exchange sexual favors for entrance while the men attempt to use money to bribe our bouncers. It never works. In fact, those people usually get just a taste of what they’re missing out on before they’re banned permanently. We’re not trying to get in trouble because of a damn club that’s popular.
Phantom has two levels. The first level has a bar, several tables placed through the front of the room, a dance floor, and a booth for when we have a DJ here. The entire upstairs is for our VIP clients. It costs a ton of money to get a table up there. We have a separate bar, tables, a smaller dance floor, and a few rooms for clients to use when they can’t make it home with their woman or piece of the night. It’s not our business who does