A scantily dressed waitress walked by and I watched Enrico grab her arm, pull her close, whisper in her ear, and then pat her ass sticking a Benjamin in her panties.

“Damn, she’s fine,” one of Enrico’s goons said, breaking the mesmerized silence I’d been in.

“That she is. She’s one of mine.” Enrico threw back his drink and then got down to business just as the cat walked off the stage. “So, gentlemen, what is that you want from me?”

He damn well knew why we were here. He just wanted to hear us say it again. Shane was the better talker of the two of us. That’s why he was president of our club.

“A hundred-seventy-five,” Shane said cutting to the chase. He was low balling Enrico and we both knew it.

“Now, now, you know that’s not a fair price. I know you need me way more than I need you. I know about your problems with Hades.”

We knew he was aware of this, so Shane and I spent the next fifteen minutes bargaining with the devil.

We just agreed on a price of two hundred and seventy thousand dollars when they called out a new dancer. Her back was to us and I saw that it was the same beautifully curved ass of cat girl. She wore a schoolgirl outfit and her dark hair was in pigtails. A plaid skirt barely covered her tight ass and her legs went on for miles landing in delicious red fuck me heels.

Enrico saying this girl was his made me want to hurt him even more.

“Porn Star” by My Darkest Days blared and the dark haired vixen bent over grabbed her ankles and peaked between her thighs. I couldn't see her face completely there were shadows and lights covering it. She moved to the pole and worked it, although, she did miss a few steps. She turned in circles, climbed it and threw her head back. It was then that my life was completely fucking altered.

My eyes met hers and there was no doubt that I was staring at those beautiful blue doe eyes. She had changed so much. She had filled out in all the ways I knew she would someday. Her hips were fuller. Her ass more curved, and her tits were so goddamned full and beautiful. If I thought I had a hard on for her when she was sixteen, it was nothing like what I felt right now. Rage started to build deep in my chest. What the fuck was she doing on a stage fucking taking her clothes off?

I wanted her. I had always wanted her, but I also wanted to take her over my knee and spank her ass for letting anyone other than me look at her. With even less grace, she landed at the bottom of the pole, then crawled and almost stumbled to the front of the stage. Her eyes, even through the dark lighting and strobing stage lights, looked glassed over.

Fuck! She wasn’t just a stripper, she was blitzed out of her ever-loving mind. Every instinct in me wanted to pull her off of the stage, but Enrico’s words echoed through my head. She’s one of mine. I had to be smart about this. With all my willpower, I took my eyes off of her. I listened to Enrico talk for another minute. He made a few comments about how the whore on stage would have his dick in her mouth before the night was over. I saw red and wanted to kill him, but knew I couldn't do a damn thing right then. Our club had worked hard to get this meeting with Enrico, and he had agreed to everything we needed from him. If I went off half cocked, there would be war with not just Enrico, but the Mexicans and Hades Runners too. My brothers’ lives were at stake.

I finished my drink and tilted the glass to Shane, who had been watching me curiously. He could tell something was up with me. He always had that insight. “Gonna hit the john,” I said and stalked down the dark hallway towards the bathroom.

I didn't waste time. I hurried into the dressing room. Robes hung by the door. A blonde was in front of a mirror adjusting her tits in her teddy. Make-up covered the table in front of the mirror and clothes were everywhere. The room stunk of cheap oil and bad perfume.

“You can’t be in here,” she said with little emotion in her voice.

I handed her a fifty, “I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now leave and tell no one you saw me.” Her eyes narrowed on me, but she took the fifty from me and left.

I stood in the back of the room hidden in the shadows. A moment later, the owner of the club stalked in with Charlie’s arm in his grip. “You’re trashed. You know you can’t be trashed at my club. What the fuck, Char?”

“Dick?” she asked confused as he sat her down in a chair. He shook his head at her and stormed out of the dressing room.

I was alone with her. At. Fucking. Last.

The second the door clicked I stalked her. She was waving her fingers in front of her face in wonderment. “What the hell are you doing, Charlie?”

It was like she didn’t hear me, which pissed me off even more. I moved her chair, crouched in front of her and stilled her hands. Her eyes were unfocused. “Charlie, look at me.”

“Gunner,” she sighed dreamily. Her voice was music to my ears. It was my favorite song. From the very first moment I ever heard her speak, it was a balm to my uneasy soul.

She blinked a few times as if trying to bring me into focus.

Rage, uninhibited rage, filled me. I had searched for her for years and here she was; stoned stupid in a fucking strip club. Her tits were hanging out and the only thing keeping her from being fully naked was a barely there black strip of silk between her legs and some fucking smiley face pasties glaring at me. The cheesy grin was a taunt.

I wanted to rip the stickers off and pull her dark nipple into my mouth. I still remembered how she’d react when I’d pull on them with my teeth. I remembered how her cheeks would flush when I’d sink my fingers into her tight pussy. Fuck, I’d jerked off to the memory of her milking my cock more than once.

I was so pissed at her. All this time, I’d searched. I wanted to hurt her for hurting me, but I could never hurt my Mouse, so I did the only thing my brain would let me do. I grabbed her shoulders almost violently, pulled her to me, and crushed my lips against hers.

Chapter Seven Charlie

My limbs were heavy and I was stumbling. The stage lights swirled in a dancing prism of colors. Dick grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the dressing room.

Nothing felt right.

And then I see you. You’re magnificent. I couldn't have dreamed up a more beautiful version of you. You’re big and ominous. Dark blonde, shaggy hair falls over your hazel eyes. A leather vest sits on your shoulders that have gotten even wider. You have tattoos on your arms. The colors swirl. I want to run my fingers over them.