Wrapped in Chains - Nicola Jane Page 0,32

being thrown around the bed by Tank. That motherfucker is a beast.” She sighs, lifting her top and showing me the bruising on her midriff. “He seems to think he’s the enforcer. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“It was, but I think Cobra wants me to prove my worth. I can’t be bothered with that shit. I think I’m gonna stay another week or so, then move on. I haven’t got anything to take back to Riggs. They play their cards close to their chests here,” I say.

“Maybe tonight will bring you something,” she says and shrugs. Tonight is a big party for the prospects who are patching in. It’s a big deal, but I’m concerned the two guys they’re patching haven’t been prospects for long enough. Sometimes guys prospect for years, but in this case, it’s been two months. From what I can gather, none of them have links to any members— they simply walked off the street and offered to prospect. They could be anyone, and now they’re getting patched in and they’ll have access to everything club related.

“Did you send a text to Leia?” asks Raven.

I nod. “She got a birthday puppy,” I say, pulling out my phone and showing her the photo Leia sent me last night. “From a mob boss,” I add, and Raven’s eyebrows rise.

“She with him?”

I shrug. “I doubt it. Riggs wouldn’t allow it. But he’s giving her thoughtful gifts, so maybe he’ll worm his way in there.”

“I don’t know why you just don’t go back there. March on into that club and tell them Leia is yours and you’re gonna keep her forever.” She smirks and I roll my eyes. If only it was that simple.

The party is out of hand. I can see that, so I sure as hell don’t know why Cobra can’t. There’s wall to wall pussy and bikers getting their fill like one massive orgy. There’s drugs laying around. If the police raided this place right now, they’d make their bonuses because I ain’t ever seen this much white powder at a club party before. How the fuck are they making any money?

“Raven,” yells Cobra. “Get over here.” Raven gives me a wary look then dutifully goes to where Cobra is seated on a throne-like chair overlooking the room. I don’t hear what he says to her, but she kisses a brunette who is kneeling by his side as Cobra strokes Raven’s hair like she’s his pet. I shudder.

“Hey, brother,” says Kaine, fist bumping me. “You know anything about the afterparty?” I shake my head. “Shit, you gotta come. It’s a night to remember.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

“It’s in the basement at one a.m.,” he says with a wink and then he wanders away. I check my watch. It’s half past midnight already.

Raven’s putting on a show for Cobra, but I can tell by the way her fist clenches that she’s hating every minute. The brunette has her face buried between Raven’s legs. She’s not a lesbian or in the least bit bisexual, and she’s told me before how she hates doing this sort of thing. Cobra bites Raven’s breast and she cries out. He leaves an indent and I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I hate this shit.

My phone vibrates and I see Leia’s name flash up, but I cancel the call. I don’t need to hear her voice when I feel like this cos I’ll climb on my bike and head straight back to her.

At one, Cobra shouts me over. “Tonight, you’re gonna prove your loyalty to me,” he says. It pisses me off. I helped create this charter and he’s treating me like I’m a fuckin’ prospect. “Come with me.”

I follow him to the basement where there’s at least eight other members. The two prospects are sitting in the middle of the room. “It’s their final initiation,” Cobra tells me. I take a seat to Cobra’s left. “Bring her in,” he orders and one of the men goes to a door at the back of the basement and unlocks it. A frightened looking woman falls into the room. She’s naked and dirty, like she’s been dragged around and dumped here. Her eyes dart around at the men all smirking in her direction.

“What the fuck’s going on?” I ask.

“This bitch stole from us. While one of our brothers slept, she took his wallet and stash. Over ten grand worth of coke,” explains Cobra. “Now, she’ll pay.”

“Why did he have that much stuff on him?” I ask.

“That