We leave in two hours.” And with that, Angel turned and left the women alone to ready themselves.
TWELVE
“Do you think I’ll get a hot date?” Keelie asked, straightening her skirt. There wasn’t much too it in the first place and the tank top that she borrowed from Brea was cut high above the belly button. Keelie had donned extra makeup and curled her dark hair.
“Are you looking for good company or a midnight romp in the hay?” Brea asked sarcastically.
“Either,” she answered with a slight cock of her head.
“Then I don’t think you’ll have any problems.”
A light knock on the door interrupted the girls conversation. Brea opened it and her breath caught in her throat. Angel stood outside her door, looking every bit the rock star he was famous for being. His black hair was loose around his shoulders, laying neatly over a black silk shirt that was open at the collar. He was wearing a gold chain around his neck that was only long enough to brush the hollow in his throat. His ears were adorned with small gold hoop earrings. The shirt tapered down into a pair of snug fitting leather pants that showed every line of his powerful legs. “Are you ladies ready to go?” he asked in his sultry voice.
“Um, yeah, let’s go Keelie ,” Brea stammered.
Downstairs, the whole band waited as the women descended the stairs. Angel had one on each arm, smiling smugly. Brea looked radiant. Her short sleeved shirt hugged her curves just right, cut low enough to show a tantalizing bit of cleavage. Instead of a skirt like her friend, Brea had donned a tight pair of blue jeans that left little to the imagination.
“Holy mother of God,” Keelie breathed in a whisper. “would you look at all that.”
And there was plenty to look at. Leather pants and muscle awaited at the bottom of the stairs. Ricco had even dressed for the occasion. He was wearing leather pants and a black t-shirt. His hair was neat, and he looked at Keelie with a fierce hunger in his eyes. Angel couldn’t help but smile.
They took two vehicles to the club, which was hidden in plain sight downtown. If one didn’t know what they were looking for, they would never find it. There was no sign, and no visible door. It was only because the guys knew how to get in did the gang ever enter.
Inside, it looked much like any other club. There were plenty of tables, covered in red cloth, flashing lights and a DJ in the corner. Loud music blared over the sound system, reverberating deep in Brea’s chest. Without hardly a glance, Angel led the group to a large table off to the left of the dance floor.
“Drinks?” a woman dressed in hardly a piece of lace shouted over the music. Angel inclined his head and ordered for everyone. Soon, the scantily clad waitress returned with beer and margaritas. The latter was for Brea and Keelie. Brea sipped her drink slowly while watching the people on the dance floor.
Gage and Rebel had left the table almost immediately to ‘mingle.’ Angel leaned in to speak into Brea’s ear, explaining that they wanted to have some fun, and find a willing donor. Angel excused himself, with little explanation as to why, other than to see the rest of the establishment. Brea knew he was looking for something, or someone. Perhaps he was looking for a donor as well. The thought curled into a ball of anger inside Brea’s stomach. But she squashed it, she had no right to be upset with him for his nature. But it wasn’t really his nature she was upset about, it was that she was inexplicably jealous.
“Let’s dance!” Keelie shouted, grabbing Brea and Antonio by the hand. “Come on! You guys too,” she hollered at Jacque and Ricco. The men followed the women to the polished wooden floor. The music was loud, but it had a
TWELVE
“Do you think I’ll get a hot date?” Keelie asked, straightening her skirt. There wasn’t much too it in the first place and the tank top that she borrowed from Brea was cut high above the belly button. Keelie had donned extra makeup and curled her dark hair.
“Are you looking for good company or a midnight romp in the hay?” Brea asked sarcastically.
“Either,” she answered with a slight cock of her head.
“Then I don’t think you’ll have any problems.”
A light knock on the door interrupted the girls conversation. Brea opened it and her breath caught in her throat. Angel stood outside her door, looking every bit the rock star he was famous for being. His black hair was loose around his shoulders, laying neatly over a black silk shirt that was open at the collar. He was wearing a gold chain around his neck that was only long enough to brush the hollow in his throat. His ears were adorned with small gold hoop earrings. The shirt tapered down into a pair of snug fitting leather pants that showed every line of his powerful legs. “Are you ladies ready to go?” he asked in his sultry voice.
“Um, yeah, let’s go Keelie ,” Brea stammered.
Downstairs, the whole band waited as the women descended the stairs. Angel had one on each arm, smiling smugly. Brea looked radiant. Her short sleeved shirt hugged her curves just right, cut low enough to show a tantalizing bit of cleavage. Instead of a skirt like her friend, Brea had donned a tight pair of blue jeans that left little to the imagination.
“Holy mother of God,” Keelie breathed in a whisper. “would you look at all that.”
And there was plenty to look at. Leather pants and muscle awaited at the bottom of the stairs. Ricco had even dressed for the occasion. He was wearing leather pants and a black t-shirt. His hair was neat, and he looked at Keelie with a fierce hunger in his eyes. Angel couldn’t help but smile.
They took two vehicles to the club, which was hidden in plain sight downtown. If one didn’t know what they were looking for, they would never find it. There was no sign, and no visible door. It was only because the guys knew how to get in did the gang ever enter.
Inside, it looked much like any other club. There were plenty of tables, covered in red cloth, flashing lights and a DJ in the corner. Loud music blared over the sound system, reverberating deep in Brea’s chest. Without hardly a glance, Angel led the group to a large table off to the left of the dance floor.
“Drinks?” a woman dressed in hardly a piece of lace shouted over the music. Angel inclined his head and ordered for everyone. Soon, the scantily clad waitress returned with beer and margaritas. The latter was for Brea and Keelie. Brea sipped her drink slowly while watching the people on the dance floor.
Gage and Rebel had left the table almost immediately to ‘mingle.’ Angel leaned in to speak into Brea’s ear, explaining that they wanted to have some fun, and find a willing donor. Angel excused himself, with little explanation as to why, other than to see the rest of the establishment. Brea knew he was looking for something, or someone. Perhaps he was looking for a donor as well. The thought curled into a ball of anger inside Brea’s stomach. But she squashed it, she had no right to be upset with him for his nature. But it wasn’t really his nature she was upset about, it was that she was inexplicably jealous.
“Let’s dance!” Keelie shouted, grabbing Brea and Antonio by the hand. “Come on! You guys too,” she hollered at Jacque and Ricco. The men followed the women to the polished wooden floor. The music was loud, but it had a
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