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Kain
Golden Eagles MC, Volume 2
Molly Black
Published by MB, 2019.
KAIN
By Molly Black
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019
Also by Molly Black
Golden Eagles MC
Rafael
Kain
Ryne
Julian
Bain
Grim Riders MC Series
Dax
Kane
Victor
Logan
Xander
Nate
Rebel Riders MC Series
Will
Marcus
Landon
Braxton
Grant
Cameron
SEAL Riders MC Series
Zach
Nathan
Adam
Spencer
Aaron
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By Molly Black
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Further Reading: Ryne
Also By Molly Black
Chapter 1
Kain
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The blaring music and flashing lights were making my head spin. Well, more likely it was the three shots that I’d done in rapid succession that was making my head spin. But shit, I was only going to turn twenty-six once, and I wanted to make the most of the celebration.
Of course, we were at a strip club in Denver. Derby, where we were from, boasted a strip club of its own, but this one was far better. Prettier girls, better food, and a more extravagant atmosphere.
Ryne, Bain, and Julian were with me, all insisting that we come for my birthday, but I didn’t need an excuse to come to Dancing Diamond. It was my favorite of the strip clubs in all of Denver, and I’d certainly been to my fair share.
These men were not only three of my best friends, but they were also my brothers. We were all part of an MC. The Golden Eagles MC, to be exact. There were a lot of us, but I had found a small group of my own.
There was another, Raf, who used to join us for excursions like this, but he had recently found himself a girl of his own, and he would much rather be home with her than out at the club watching these strippers dance on poles.
I was happy for him finding a girl, but I wasn’t sure I would ever settle down personally.
Strip clubs and the girls in them were perfect for me. I didn’t like commitment, but I did love women. Here, I got the best of both worlds. I didn’t always get a lap dance, but I did always enjoy the view.
Being my birthday, however, the boys insisted that I get a dance tonight. Of course, it would be on them if the stripper didn’t give it to me for free. The drinks swirling around in my head made the birthday hat seem like a good idea, and I was already the star of the show.
There were a lot of women to choose from on a Friday night, and I knew many of them already. Hell, I’d already gotten dances from many of them. Sure, there were some I enjoyed more than others, but I wasn’t going to turn down any who came my way.
“You about ready for that dance yet?” Ryne shouted from across the table. The music was so loud, it was virtually impossible to hear each other without shouting.
“I’m going to finish the food first, Man!” I called back. We had more food in front of us than normal, and I was ravenous. Perhaps it was the shots, or perhaps it was the fact that I hadn’t eaten all day, waiting to come to this beautiful place.
“Finish up while we pick you a girl!” Ryne grabbed Bain by the arm and dragged him out of his seat. He was already rather intoxicated himself, and he stumbled as he tried to stagger to his feet. He followed Ryne, the younger and more enthusiastic of the group.
Julian, on the other hand, was sipping on his whiskey and enthralled with the woman who was currently on the pole.
“Why don’t you get a dance from her?” I called out.
He turned his attention to me briefly, then shook his head with a slight frown on his face.
“I’m good with just the show tonight,” he said.
“Come on! When are you good with just watching? You’re a toucher and you know it,” I prompted.
He was about to say something else when Ryne returned with Bain.
“We got you a girl!” Bain announced triumphantly as they returned to their seats. “She’s going to be here in five so you better get yourself ready for the show. She’s one of your favorites.”
I took a sip of the beer that was on the table, curious as to who they managed to get. It would be hard for me to guess, these women were all so gorgeous, I wouldn’t have been disappointed with any one of them. Then again, there were a few who were at the top of my list, but I never mentioned their names to any of the guys.
The conversation and rowdiness resumed, but it took a little longer than the five minutes for the girl to show up. Ryne was starting to get agitated, but I calmed him down.
“Where the Hell is she? I paid her good money to get over here and dance on you, and she’s running late!” he complained.
“I’m sure it’s hard for any of these women to make it from one side of the room to the other,” I told him. “With all the men grabbing at them and begging for a minute of their time, how else do you think they make the money that they do?”
“But still,” he said with a shake of his head. “Oh wait, here she comes.”
He nodded to my left and I turned to see who it was. Immediately, my mood dropped. Inwardly, at least. They did indeed choose one of my favorite dancers, but not the one that I would have chosen for myself. Not because of her skills or anything she had done in the past, but because of something that had been done to her.
She walked over to us in her normal sultry manner, though I could see in her eyes she was just as surprised to see me as I was to see her. Clearly, she had been told to find the guy with the birthday hat, and there was no denying it was me.
“I told you we got you a good one!” Ryne loudly announced, and the stripper merely smiled.
“I hear someone has a birthday over here,” she said with a smile. “And I wonder who. It. Is.”
She dragged out the last part of her sentence, emphasizing each word as she slowly started pulling at my vest. My chair was pushed away from the table enough for her to straddle me, and she started with her sensual dance on my lap.
She was every bit as beautiful as the night I saved her. Tall, with beautiful long, lean legs and small breasts. She had gorgeous hips and blonde hair with bright blue eyes. Though tonight, she was wearing a wig to cover her hair so she looked like she had a green shag.
I knew the real color because I’d seen her when she wasn’t at work – a night I’d never forget but wished that I could.
I enjoyed the dance. It would be impossible not do with a woman as beautiful as her on my lap. Everything about her exuded sexuality, and there was no denying the chemistry that existed between us.
But, as she danced on me, all I could think about was the last time I’d seen her.
She had been someone who danced on me many times about a year ago. She quickly rose to the top as my favorite in the club. Then one night, something changed between us. It wasn’t anything bad in itself, it was just the fact that I couldn’t get past what I saw happening – and what I had to do to stop it.
I had arrived at the strip club earlier than usual, so I ended up leaving earlier than usual. As I walked out of the club that night, strangely not drunk, I heard the sound of her being abused. Some asshole was demanding a free lap dance in the alley behind the club, and Sloan had just gotten off work.
She was begging him to stop and just let her go, but he wasn’t listening. With the shitty lighting in the club and the lack of security cameras outside, the man was basically doing whatever he wanted to the poor girl.
She was covered in bruises from where he had hit her, and her mouth was bleeding, her lip being split open from a tooth.
There were tears running down her face, and the guy had a knife in his hand. He was clearly threatening her to do as he said or he would use it, but I had a feeling he was going to use it once he got what he wanted anyway.
In an instant, I did what I had to do. I’d heard enough stories of strippers being found dead after they had gotten off work, and Sloan – or rather, Bunny, as she went by in the club – wasn’t going to be another statistic.
I charged the man, taking him right off his feet and to the ground, pummeling him with my fists. He was caught off guard by my sudden attack, but even if he had seen me coming he wouldn’t h ave had a chance. It was clear this guy didn’t know how to fight, and all he did was prey on those who were weaker than him.
I beat him within an inch of his life then left him in the alley for someone else to find. He was given more than enough warnings to never come around the place again, and to my knowledge, he had not.
It was that night I learned not only Sloan’s real name, but that she had once been roommates with Tesla, our MC president’s girl. Tesla, of course, had moved in with Hopper when they got serious, but Sloan had managed to keep the apartment with the wages she made as a dancer.
She thanked me profusely for saving her that night, but refused when I offered to give her a ride home. I didn’t know where she lived, and I never saw her around Derby, but I figured it wasn’t going to take me much longer to drop her off somewhere in Denver before I headed home myself.
But, she was adamant that I leave her alone, thanking me and disappearing into the night. I wasn’t quite sure if that was a good idea considering the fact she had just been attacked at knife point, but she was an adult, and she was free to make her own decisions.
And for all I knew, that might well be the life of a stripper. I didn’t know. They were all so careful about keeping their identities secret, which was why I was shocked to see her without a wig. It wasn’t a very good look in the dark, but I could see the blonde hair under the slight cast of light coming from the lamp just around the corner.
It was the last time I had seen her, in fact, and I’d never told anyone her real name. I knew strippers liked to keep their identity secret to save themselves from harassment when they weren’t at work. I didn’t want to make her life any more complicated than it already was, so I never said a word about it.
Now, with her dancing on my lap, all I could see was the same her back in that alley, covered in bruises and begging for her life. It was tough to enjoy a dance from someone when those were the images in my brain.
But, I pushed through with a smile on my face, and when she had finished, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Happy birthday,” she said as she got off my lap. Bain, Julian, and Ryne all erupted with cheers and teasing, and she walked off.
“Well done, Bunny!” Ryne called after her. Then, he turned to us. “That was insanely hot. I’m jealous, really.”
“Thanks guy,” I said. I didn’t really want to talk about it, but I let them have their banter for a few minutes before I changed the conversation to other things.
We stayed at the club for another hour before Julian called it quits, and I was soon to follow. I didn’t care if Ryne and Bain stayed for more partying, but I wasn’t in the mood to wake up with a hangover.
Julian split the fee for an Uber with me to get back to Derby, and soon enough I found myself back in my apartment. It wasn’t much to speak of, but it was home to me, and I was glad to be back in it. I loved the night life and the strip club, and I had a blast on my birthday.
But, as I collapsed face down in my bed onto the soft pillows, I couldn’t help but think that I was twenty-six now. I was officially closer to being thirty than I was to being twenty, and that was a strange thought to me.
Thirty wasn’t old by any means, but the fact that it was looming ahead of me was more of a reality now. I couldn’t say that I didn’t have my shit together, but as I closed my eyes I could admit one thing for certain.
I sure felt a Hell of a lot older than twenty-six.
Chapter 2
Sloan
I diluted the wine ever so slightly with a bit of orange juice, though I knew that my ratio was often heavier on the alcohol than it was on the juice. Tesla, my former roommate and forever best friend, was over at our apartment day drinking with me.
Well, it was my apartment these days. It had been ever since she had moved out to live with Hopper, the president of the MC. She was madly in love with the guy, and I could see why. Tattoos and muscles, what wasn’t to like? Not to mention he practically had an army of hot guys under him, which was an added bonus to any woman who wanted to feel powerful.
She often came over on Saturday mornings. Hopper would go to the clubhouse and shoot the shit with the guys. Most of the members of his club were off on Saturday mornings, and that was a good time for him to catch up on what was going on around town.
After all, he was the one who made Derby home for many of us. They kept the drugs off the streets and the gangs up in Denver. No one dared pull any punches in Derby. Not with the Golden Eagles around.
I knew it was largely the wine talking, and in the back of my mind, I kept telling myself to shut up and stop mentioning Kain, but I couldn’t help it. Being practically married to the president of the MC, Tesla knew Kain well, and more than once she encouraged me to try to talk to him.
But, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
For one, I was a stripper, and I didn’t know if I wanted to make friends – or lovers – with one of the regulars at the club. After that, I didn’t know what to say to him after the night he saved me.
I had been so awkward when he asked me if he could give me a ride home. After nearly being stabbed in a dark alley for not giving a guy sex I told him I would find my own way home. He had to think I was the world’s biggest idiot for that.
I always avoided going out around town. Denver was one thing, but Derby – this town was way too small for me to risk being out in public. So many members of the MC who frequented the club were in Derby, and I didn’t want to be recognized by any one of them.
Of course, I wore wigs and a lot of makeup when I was working, I didn’t think it was likely anyone would recognize me just walking down the street. But then, I had sat on the lap of so many, our faces just inches apart, I didn’t want to risk it.
These men all knew me as Bunny, not Sloan, and I wasn’t about to change that. I didn’t trust them, even if Tesla was dating their boss. Men were men, and I had long since learned not to trust any of them.
“But how are you ever going to settle down with anyone if you aren’t going to give anyone a chance?” Tesla argued.
“You know why I can’t do that,” I replied without hesitation.
“You are not your mother, and these men are not the men your mother would bring home,” Tesla argued again. “You can’t live your life by the mistakes that your mother made. You’re going to end up miserable and alone if you do that.”
Her words stung. I was already alone and miserable, but I was safe. I might only have Tesla for a real friend, but there were the other girls at work I could talk to if I was feeling really down. I didn’t need a man in my life.
God knew I had enough men in my life at work, and they all wanted the same thing.
“Not all men only want sex,” Tesla would tell me.
“Then why are there so many at the strip club. So many of the men you are speaking highly of are there on a nightly basis!” I retorted.
“You are there, too, and you’re one of the best people I know,” she’d tell me. It would get under my skin when she would say such things. I was there because a girl had to eat and keep a roof over her head. They were there because they wanted sex.
Even if they were only getting it through visual stimulation, in my mind the motive was the same. They weren’t there to get to know us. Hell, they didn’t even know our real names let alone anything about us. No, they were there to look at our bodies and that was it.
They would throw it under the guise of entertainment, but I knew what it really was. My mother had shown me through her own actions what it really was they were after.
I returned to the living room and handed Tesla a glass of the wine mix. She sipped it and laughed. “Is there any orange juice in here at all?”
I rolled my eyes. “Some. You don’t want to dilute the wine too much, it defeats the purpose of drinking it in the first place.”
“You’ve got to work tonight, you don’t want to do it hungover,” she reminded me. “And I’ve got a few things to do for Hopper, so I’ve got to be careful not to get too tipsy before I head home.”
“Come on, cut loose and talk to me. You know how I am when it comes to emotions,” I pressed.
“You hate them,” she laughed again. “And it’s one of the things I love about you.”
