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  “You’ll have to get used to that, sugar.” Blade chuckled as he stopped outside of a door and unlocked it. He pushed the door open and I walked in first. The double bed was messy and unmade, there were dirty clothes all over the floor and it smelt of alcohol and sex. “This is where you’ll be sleeping.”

  “Is this your room?” I asked, turning towards him.

  “Yep, we’ll have to stay in here together. At least keep up the pretence that I’ve claimed you, else those guys will be all over you.”

  “Why would they be all over me? Look at me, I’m like a beached whale.”

  “Pussy is pussy to them, sugar.” He shrugged his shoulders as he placed my suitcase on the bed. “You’ll have to live out of this until I can make room for you.”

  “You’re sleeping on the floor and you need to get that bed changed and tidy this room up,” I demanded.

  “If you don’t want to sleep in it, you change it. There’s clean sheets in the cupboard in the hall.”

  “You’re gonna make me struggle to change it?” I asked, glaring at him.

  “You can always sleep on the floor,” he chuckled.

  “You asshole. Why the hell are you doing this to me? Can’t I get my own room?”

  “No.” He stated as he sat on the edge of the bed.

  “I’m talking to Uno, he’ll get me a room, a clean and tidy one.”

  “This ain’t no hotel, sugar. The only way to get another bed is to sleep with one of those guys out there,” he said, pointing his finger towards the bar. I cringed inside at the thought of letting any of them close to me.

  “Where do the club whores sleep?”

  “They’re called sweet buns here, sugar. They won’t be happy hearing you call them that.”

  “Fine,” I said rolling my eyes. “Where do they sleep?”

  “They sleep in the bed of whoever chooses them for the night,” he shrugged.

  “What if they don’t get chosen?”

  “Then they have a communal room they sleep in,” he told me. I had only been to a club house a couple of times when James had to travel and we didn’t want to be apart.

  “Can’t I stay in there?”

  “Yeah, sure…” he started to say, I cut him off.

  “Great,” I grabbed my suitcase and attempted to lift it. Blade stopped me.

  “If you want to get fucked in the middle of the night.”

  “What?”

  “If you stay in the communal room, you’ll be fair game to any of those bikers and not just to the Devon MC, any bikers who come and visit and stay.”

  What kind of place was this? How was I ever going to get used to living here? I was in a nightmare.

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  “What?” Blade shouted out as he stood beside me and put his arm around me. The door pushed open and a small, slim blonde girl who couldn’t have been more than eighteen walked into the room.

  “Hi, Blade,” she purred at him.

  “Cammie,” he said, nodding his head at her. “What do you want?”

  “I’ve come for, Heather is it?” she looked at me and I nodded my head. “Uno wants her on stage.”

  “WHAT?” he bellowed.

  “He said she has to start paying off her debt.”

  “Wait outside,” he growled and she left the room. “Shut the God damn door.”

  “What is she talking about?” I asked. She said I had to go on stage, what was I going to have to do?

  “Uno wants you to dance on stage. Strip.” He ran his hands through his short hair as if he was unhappy about this.

  “Look at me,” I waved my hand over my bump. “This is not a sight to see, naked. Stretch marks and varicose veins.” I complained.

  “It’s this or sleep your debt away, besides there are a few guys that have pregnancy fetishes.”

  “What?” I asked looking disgusted. “I get why the baby daddy would be turned on as he made this, but not some random guy.”

  “It’s something to do with the baby moving while fucking.” He waved his hand in the air like he didn’t understand. I grabbed his hand in between mine and looked him in the eye.

  “Please, don’t make me do this,” I pleaded.

  “Sugar, I can’t stop this. This isn’t my club. What the Prez says, goes. It’s best you go before he comes and finds you.” I nodded my head and opened the door to find Cammie standing there, it was for the best if I just got on with it, there was no changing what I had to do, I just had to make the best out of it. I looked around for a way to escape but I knew I wouldn’t get far. I took a deep breath and followed this girl who chose to be here. Cammie led me to a small changing room and handed me an outfit, it was a bright pink bra and panty set with sequins on it.

  “I have to wear this?” she nodded. “I thought I had to strip? This won’t take long to get off.”

  “You strip down to that, Blade won’t be happy if the other guys see your assets, you’re not a sweet bun, but Uno said you have a debt to pay. This is the best way to do it.” I nodded and she stood there staring at me. Though I wasn’t sure why Blade would care so much what the guys saw. “Do you know what to do out there?”

  “Not a clue, I’ve never done this before… They just killed my husband and brought me here.”

  “Sshh,” Cammie said as she placed her hand over my mouth and shook her head. “Don’t talk about what you’ve seen. That’ll get you killed.” I nodded my head and she released me. “Look as sexy as you can, dance around the pole, shake your ass and tits. Normally we wear heels, but I think you should go bare footed.” I nodded again and placed my hand on my tummy, he was kicking up a storm. “Don’t worry about me seeing anything, get dressed. I’ll stay by the stage and if it looks like your failing I’ll come and rescue you, they love a bit of girl on girl.” I nodded again, I couldn’t believe what I was about to do and had no words to speak. I quickly changed and Cammie led me towards the stage. I would do what I needed to do, to survive and hope that soon I’d be able to go back to my house and back to Cornwall. How much debt could James have accumulated?

  Blade

  UNO WANTED HER TO DANCE, I knew this was going to happen, he saw how I looked at her, how I wanted her for myself and by making her dance, all these guys watching would want to fuck her. For me to claim her I would have to commit completely to this club, no longer be an enforcer. He considered Heather his, now that she would be working off her husband’s debt, so I couldn’t just grab her and run else we would have the MC after us for the rest of our lives. Uno didn’t want her for himself, he had an Old Lady, Gloria, and she satisfied him. He wasn’t like the rest of them, he didn’t fuck on the side; he knew that if she found out she would castrate him.

  I pulled back a chair and sat at the table closest to the stage, in case there was any trouble and I needed to get her away from everyone. Uno sat opposite me, I saw him out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t acknowledge that he was there.

  “You sure she’s worth all of this, you hardly know her.” I didn’t answer him, something about her called out to me; was it her vulnerability? Was it her pregnancy? “You’ll need to fuck her in front of us so we know this is for real and not a way for you to save her.” My head snapped to look at him.

  “Fuck off, Prez. That ain’t no rule I’ve ever heard of.” He threw his head back and laughed out loud, he rose from his seat, lent over the table and said;

  “She isn’t Willow.” I kicked my chair back and grabbed the front of his shirt.

  “What the fuck you say?” I growled and he laughed in my face, I felt myself being dragged backwards and once we weren’t moving I shrugged the guys off and sat back at the table.

  “Ok, gentlemen, we have a treat for you tonight,” Ripped started saying. “A new girl, Heather, who is eight months pregnant, enjoy.” The crowd went wild and my gaze was fixed on the stage. The music started, the curtain was pulled back and there was Heather leaning against the pole, she had long wavy brown hair that fell around
her shoulders, brown eyes, a row of butterfly tattoos that ran up the side of her hand and a pale complexion. She had on a short thin robe, tied around her large tummy, she swayed her hips to the beat of the song, she circled the pole once and leant her back against it, her back was towards us and she slid up and down the pole the best she could. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes connected with mine. I gave her a nod of encouragement and she walked around the pole undoing her robe, she slipped it off her shoulders and she was wearing a see through baby doll nightie, luckily she had on a pink bra and panty set. The guys were going wild, I had a table near bump; he got his name as he was always after women with bumps; pregnancy bumps. He had his hand down his trousers and I shook my head laughing.

  “Crystal!” he shouted and a bubbly blonde haired girl walked towards him, she couldn’t have been more than nineteen at the most. She knew what he wanted, he pushed his chair back and she dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his dick out of his jeans and slipped it straight into her mouth. I looked back to the stage and Heather was undoing the front of the nightie, she was getting ready to remove it, she ran her hands over her tummy and bump slammed his hand down on his table and shouted out praise to her and the girl sucking him off. As soon as her bare expanding tummy was on show; bump called out and pounded into the girl faster and harder, even I could hear her gagging from where I was sitting. Heather stumbled slightly and pressed her hand into her side, I rose out of my seat and Cammie ran onto the stage, she stood in front of Heather and began dancing with her, she had her hands on Heather’s tummy and they began dancing and caressing each other until the song finished. Cammie had stripped down to nothing and I was thankful that Heather still had her bra and panty set on.

  Heather

  “WHAT HAPPENED OUT THERE?” Cammie asked as she pulled her clothes on.

  “Big kick from the baby,” I told her rubbing my hand over the spot where he had kicked me.

  “You can’t let that happen again, Uno won’t be happy,” she told me.

  “How often am I going to have to do this?” I asked while dressing.

  “Every night, I’m guessing.”

  “Do you do this every night?”

  “No, but I do other things…” she began saying when there was a loud banging on the door and a short rounded man with a bushy beard walked in.

  “Out!” he growled at Cammie, she looked towards me and back towards this man.

  “You know she’s Bl…” Cammie began talking when he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her into the nearest wall. I let out a little scream.

  “I said, GET OUT!” he roared in her ear. She nodded frantically and he let her go and she looked at me with an apology in her eyes. She had tried to keep this guy away from me; what did he want? Who was he? After the door slammed shut, he turned towards me. I had managed to back myself up against the wall and his eyes were fixed on my tummy.

  “Who are you?” My voice trembled with fear.

  “Club whores don’t get to ask questions.”

  “But, I…” I stuttered.

  “And they don’t interrupt either.” He growled gripping my face painfully in his hand. He placed his hand on my tummy and his smile grew as my little boy began moving and kicking. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” he chuckled. His hands moved over my tummy towards my breasts, I begged him to stop, but he carried on. I didn’t want this, I didn’t want to be here; I needed to find a way out. I couldn’t push him off me, I was afraid of what he might do; I couldn’t risk him harming my baby. I needed to find a way to contact my sister, I haven’t spoken to her in a little while but the last I heard she had married a VP in a MC, maybe he could get me out, how was I going to contact her? I knew there was no point in me fighting, I would not get away from him. I closed my mind off and waited for him to be done when I heard a large bang and then felt the guy moving away. I opened my eyes and saw that Blade had pulled him away from me, I sagged in relief and slid down the wall. I will not cry, I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart. A few minutes later I felt a hand on my arm and I screamed out.

  “Hey, it’s just me… I’m sorry, I tried to get help as soon as I could.” It was Cammie and she was sitting on the floor with me. I looked up at her and forced a thank you smile on my face.

  “Sugar, did he hurt you?” Blade was crouched down in front of me and I looked over his shoulder and saw that the guy was flat on his back. I shook my head and Blade scooped me up in his arms and walked away.

  * * *

  Blade

  I COULDN’T QUITE BELIEVE what Cammie was telling me, Bump had forced his way into their dressing room and threw her out so he could be alone with Heather. I knew exactly what his plan was, I turned my head towards Uno.

  “Set up the church meeting, early. They need to know I’m back and she is mine.” Uno smirked at me and raised his bottle of beer at me to tell me he understood. The only way I could protect Heather was to make her mine, I didn’t like to be committed to one MC, but I needed to do this. My mind wandered to the past.

  “Baby, nothing is gonna happen to you just because I join the MC.” I assured Willow.

  “There isn’t just me to consider anymore.” She told me placing her hand on her tummy.

  “You’re pregnant?” I smiled. She nodded and I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around in a circle. We had been trying for a baby for a couple of years. I knew it would happen when the time was right.

  “Blade!” Cammie shouted, snapping me out of my daze. I looked at her and she had a worried look on her face, oh fuck, Heather. I ran towards the dressing room and saw that Bump had her pinned up against the wall and his hands were all over her, her head was turned to the side and she had her eyes squeezed together tightly. I grabbed him and punched him several times until he was out cold, I looked towards Heather and saw that Cammie had her arms around her. I expected her to be crying but she was just sitting there, no expression on her face. I scooped her up and walked towards my room.

  “Are you ok?” I whispered as I laid her down on the bed. She didn’t answer, she stared into space and rolled onto her side. I didn’t know what I could do or say to make this better for her.

  I paced in front of the large table at our church meeting. I was full of rage.

  “I’m going enforcer.” I declared.

  “Brother, we can sort this out, all of us. Don’t go off and do anything stupid.”

  “Stupid?” I roared. “You saw what they did, I need my revenge.”

  I snapped out of my memory when I heard Heather start to cry. I walked around the side of the bed and sat beside her.

  “Hey, it’s ok,” I went to brush her hair off her face and she flinched. “I’m not gonna hurt you, sugar.”

  “Until you want what I won’t give you and then you’ll just take it. You’re all the same,” she sneered, wiping her tears away.

  “No, I’m not like them.” I told her pointing in the direction of the bar. She didn’t answer me, she stared at the wall behind me. “Why are you crying?” She didn’t answer me, she closed her eyes as the tears silently fell.

  “They killed him,” she sobbed.

  “Sugar, you told them to.” Her eyes snapped open to look at me.

  “I was angry, I found out he had been cheating on me; he made me feel like what we had was all a lie… Doesn’t mean I actually wanted him dead.”

  “Better him than you, sugar. It was gonna be one of you.” I told her, there was no point in sugar coating it for her, she had sat there and watched her husband get shot in the head.

  “Now my baby has to grow up without his dad and I have to live in this place.” She cried harder and buried her face into my pillow. I placed my hand on her back to comfort her and she screamed and jumped away from me. “Don’t touch me,” she shrieked. Her breathing was erratic and she was starting to hyperventilate.

  “Sugar, that can’t be good for the baby. You need to calm down.”

  “Just leave me a
lone,” she panted as she struggled to breathe, closing her eyes. I stood up and left the room. I went in search for Cammie, maybe she would be able to help her, keep her calm, I didn’t want her going into premature labour or anything.

  I walked into the bar and looked around for Cammie, I couldn’t see her so I walked up to the bar to ask Michelle.

  “You seen Cammie?” She passed me a bottle of beer and I snapped it up and emptied its contents.

  “She’s busy with Riz, but I can help you out,” she winked at me.

  “Where are they?” I growled.

  “Why is she so popular all of a sudden?” Michelle whined, leaning over the bar to show me her cleavage. I had fucked her a few times while I had been in town, so I knew exactly what her tits were like, fake. I hated fake.

  “Where. Is. She.” I demanded. She nodded her head towards the pool room and I stalked off to find her. I pushed the door open and found her riding Riz on the pool table. She was naked and his jeans were pushed down to his feet. “Cammie!” I called out and she looked up at me, not stopping her movements.

  “I’ll be with you in a few minutes,” she winked at me, is that what she thought I was after?

  “Now!” I demanded as I stormed towards her and pulled her off Riz by grabbing her arm. She yelped in surprise.

  “What the fuck man? Can you not wait your turn?” Riz complained.

  “I need her. Now,” I shouted. “Get dressed,” I told her.

  “What’s the point? Or you wanna undress me yourself?” she purred.

  “Cammie,” I said in a warning tone and she grabbed her shorts and top and slipped them on, not bothering with underwear. I grabbed her arm and pushed her out of the door ahead of me.

  “Where to, handsome?” she asked as she turned around and ran her hand over my cock through my jeans. I grabbed her hand and pulled her off me.