Wrapped in Chains - Nicola Jane Page 0,27
settle back on the couch and pull out my phone. I sent Ryan a text message earlier and he’s only just replied.
Ryan: I’d love to go out again. Tonight?
Me: Great. Meet you at the Windsor at Eight?
Ryan: Let me pick you up and take you to dinner instead.
Me: Okay. Fine. Eight.
Ryan’s a nice guy and he deserves more of a chance. I can put Chains to rest and mark it down as a bad experience. One I won’t be repeating.
CHAINS
Dolly looks around the room with her nose screwed up. “It’s not as nice as the club in London,” she says.
“It’ll do for now,” I mutter, placing our bags on the bed. My whole body aches from the long ride and all I wanna do is crawl into bed and sleep. I check my watch. It’s one in the morning.
“Are these sheets even clean?” she asks, lifting the sheet and peering under it.
“Fuck, do you ever stop moaning,” I growl. She moaned all the way here about her legs aching. Her hair being crushed under her helmet. Her hands being cold. She didn’t shut the fuck up for most of the journey.
“I like clean bedding,” she mutters.
My hand goes to her hair and I tip her head back and close my lips over hers. Maybe she’ll shut up if I fill her mouth.
The morning comes and I groan in pain as I try to sit up. The skin over my ribs is a mixture of purple and blue bruising and I know my black eye is now shining brightly for all to see. Dolly rolls onto her back and stretches out. “I miss London,” she sighs and I roll my eyes. Fuck, she complains the second she wakes the fuck up. “Are you gonna tell me about all the bruises?” she adds.
“Club business,” I mutter.
I leave her in bed and head downstairs to find the Pres. Cobra is in his office, so I tap on the open door and he looks up. “Chains,” he says and smiles, getting up and coming over to shake my hand. “Sorry I wasn’t around last night when you arrived. I had issues with the cops.”
“No problem. Your VP sorted me out with a room.”
“Iron knows you, right? You met before?” I nod. Iron came on a few biker rallies when Riggs, Cree, and I were recruiting new members for other charters. We chose Iron because of his sheer size. At over six foot and built with pure muscle, he was just what the Manchester charter needed.
“We sent Blu down to London to step in as your club’s enforcer. He offered to go,” explains Cobra. Blu will fit right into my spot in the club. He’s ruthless and focussed. “I hear you’ve taken an ol’ lady?” I nod and Cobra signals to a redhead through his office window that looks into the club’s main room. “Pity. Raven here wanted to welcome you,” says Cobra as the woman saunters into the office. Her shorts ride up her ass and her tits spill over her top.
“What kind of man would I be to turn down such a generous offer?” I smirk, taking her hand.
“Good man. Enjoy. She’s fairly new here. Show her the Kings Reapers way.” He laughs as Raven leads me from the room. “Look after him, Raven. Show him around too.”
I follow her up the stairs, where she opens a door that leads to a passageway with several doors leading off it. “This is where all the club girls sleep,” she says. “If you ever need to find anyone, you’ll probably find them here. All our names are on our room doors. If it’s locked, it usually means they’re occupied, but otherwise doors are left unlocked so you can come in anytime you need to.”
The club girls back in London would have a fit if we told them they had to be available all the time. I laugh to myself. Cobra runs a tight ship.
Raven opens a door with her name on it. Inside is very basic—a double bed with white sheets, a side table, and a closet. The window is small and there’re bars over it. I point to it and laugh. “To stop you escaping?” I joke.
Raven ignores my comment and opens the bedside drawer. “Do you want to use a condom?”
The drawer is full of different sizes, flavours, and types. I’ve never seen so much safety in one drawer and it takes me back to thinking about me and Leia having unprotected sex.