Fucking fuck! I can't believe that kid watched that shit.
Why the fuck did I even record it?
Oh right, fucking Rebecca. She wanted to do it because it turned her on being recorded. The reason I stared into the camera like a weirdo was for her.
I shook my head, as I quickly went to my room and got dressed. I pulled on my black button up shirt leaving the top buttons undone and throwing on my black slacks. As I zipped them up, I looked around. My king sized bed was centered in the room with my black comforter set. My bed was actually a canopy bed, so the thick black curtains hung down and were tied to each cherry wooden bed post. My 98" flat screen tv was on the opposite side on the wall.
I went to the black marble side table and grabbed my gun and holster. Attaching it to my waist, I threw on my black leather jacket, which had a silhouette of a wolf head with its fangs out and red blood drops dropping from them with the initials C.F., which hid the gun from sight. Turning around, I faced the standing mirror and looked at myself. My cheeks were still a bit red from the anger that poured into me from that fucking kid. What was his name again? Beau. I gotta remember that, so I know who I'm giving fucking detention to. Rolling my eyes, I pulled my hair up into a bun and tucked in my button up.
Going over to my black marble six-door dresser, I took the silver rings and chain from the top and put them on. My favorite ring had a small wolf howling on it. Lucky for me, the college's mascot was a wolf, so I could get away with these accessories and my tattoo of the wolf without question. Everyone thought it was just my school spirit. Little did they know, it was part of a dark secret of mine.
Taking one last glance into the mirror, I grabbed my black combat boots And laced them up before going to my garage to hop on my bike. Throwing on my all black helmet, where it was hard to see my face, I rev'd my bike.
The garage door opened with the push of a button and was I gone. The air around me whipped by as I got to the border of the the town.
Just past this was a club in the woods.
Nightspear.
The neon red sign could be seen,as a silver looking building came into view. I could hear the music blaring from outside, as groups of people lined up to the front door.
I pulled up and parked my bike next to the rest of my packs bikes. Stepping off, I looked to see girls staring at me and guys glaring at me. I walked to the bouncer, who nodded and let me through.
Passing through, I smelt sex, booze and cigarettes. I think I even got a hint of weed. I smirked. Here was my place.
Half-naked girls wrapped their bodies around their poles that were caged in. I made sure to have them caged, so no perverted men touched them. I allowed them to make the decision of allowing hands on for themselves. Many did, since it made them more money, but the shyer ones just stayed in their cages.
As I looked at one of the cages, Candy made eye contact with me and did a slow drop with her legs wide open for me to see. She licked her lips, I nodded, my smirk never leaving. She had been my favorite dancer. Her chocolate skin glistened making her body shimmer. God I loved her complexion. Her ass bounced, as she did a split, slowly got up and turned around. I shook my head to keep walking. I had to find my pack.
The music blared the 90s HipHop music, which I found to be what the younger kids say "lit".
Michael, my beta, saw me and waved at me. I nodded and made my way over. We had VIP seats, so I had to go up the red carpeted stairs that overlooked the dancers. Michael sat in a booth with a couple of woman dancing on both sides of him. Michael was a big dude, but not as big as me. He had a buzz cut and his blue eyes had specks of brown in them. His arms were covered in tattoos and his neck also held the small wolf. He had blue jeans on and his leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. He nodded his head at me and continued watching the dances.
Carlos, my gamma, was sitting with a couple of my fighters, Jonathan and Victor. He was glancing at the dancers and threw a couple of bucks at them. Carlos was smaller than Michael with dark skin and deep brown eyes. His hair was deep brown that curled around his head. He donned black skinny jeans, a blue shirt and his leather jacket. Jonathan and Michael were similar in size and both had brown eyes with buzz cuts like Michael. They donned grey jeans with Jonathan wearing a grey shirt, and Michael wearing a red shirt. Both wore their jackets. They were in deep conversations and were laughing, when I arrived.
"What's up, boss?" Michael asked not taking his eyes off the Asian girl's breasts. "Didn't think I'd see you here, since you got that sissy job."
I rolled my eyes. He was always an ass, but I grew up with the man and he had saved my life. "Shut the fuck up." I grumbled, taking a seat of my own. The ginger stepped away from Michael to come to me. Her breasts were held up by a black piece of clothe, and her flower was covered by a black laced thong. Her red hair curled down her back. She smiled at me. My face stayed straight. I put my hand up and shooed her away. Her disappointment danced in her eyes, and she quickly washed it away. She smiled and turned back to Michael.
After a few minutes, a waiter came over with my drinks. Some fireball whiskey and tequila. I wasn't a lightweight, so even though I had to teach a class tomorrow, I knew I'd be fine.
"You're really throwing them back." Jonathan said looking at me curiously. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I muttered, when in fact I was bound up. Seeing that kid flustered like a little woman had me groaning in need.
As I dumped more shots back, Candy walked over to me, swaying her lovely hips.
"Hello, wolf boy." She purred. She loved calling me that, since I was the head of the motorcycle gang, Crimson Fangs.
I smiled at her and leaned back. She took that as an okay and began her dance. She bounced her ass, which was now cloaked in a purple clothe with golden metal pieces dangling from them. As she shook her hips, they jingled. She dipped and twerked on my lap. My dick twitched. She really knew how to work. She took her fingers and lightly dragged them down my neck. She went to touch my face, and I grabbed her hand with a growl. Her eyes had a small bit of fear flash through them, before she took her hand back and rubbed my chest. She knew I didn't like my face touched, so I don't know what her angle was. She shook her breasts in face and purred my name in my ear. Her dance went on for an hour or so.
I took out some hundreds and showered them on her. As she began to pick them up, I was about to grab her and take her to the back special rooms, until I heard my name being yelled over the music. I tensed. Fucking Rebecca.
"Bernardo!" She yelled, as she took in what she was seeing. Her breasts were perked up with a push-up bra and she wore a tight blue crop top. "Are you serious!"
I rolled my eyes at her and gave Candy a look to get going. She smiled at me and trailed her hands over my chest before leaving.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" She yelled. My eye twitched. We were on a break because she needed to "find herself".
"I can do what the fuck I want." I said in a stern voice. It rumbled in my chest. Carlos, Michael, Jonathan and Victor sat up hearing the authority in my voice. Michael had shooed away the dancers, so we all had more privacy.
"You can't talk to me like that! I'm your Luna." She said exasperated. Her face was turning red.
"You aren't my Luna, until we finish the mating and marriage ceremony." I scoffed. The fuck did she think this was? "And if I remember correctly, you are going to go 'find yourself' before we tie that knot."
Rebecca wasn't my true mate, but it's been too long, and I needed a Luna to fully be recognized as the Alpha. For now, they would listen to me just based off my power, but the respect was not fully there throughout the pack.
"Yes, but you still need to be faithful!" She gasped, "You can't just fuck anything that walks!!"
"Well, you aren't giving me anything, and I'm tired of my hand." I muttered before getting up. "Me ne sto andando (I'm leaving)."
Carlos got up and stopped me. "Wait. I need to talk to you about the business."
I nodded and followed Carlos into the back office, leaving a very angry Rebecca staring after me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, we need a new bartender, and I have received an application. I called him in for an interview tomorrow." Carlos explained.
"Okay? And?" I said questioning why he was telling me.
"Well, I didn't know if you wanted to review his application and be there for the interview?" Carlos questioned.
"Carlos. You are my Gamma. I do not need to hold your hand. I trust you." I sighed scratching the back of my head. "But if it makes you more comfortable, I'll be by tomorrow night. If you hire him, have him work the night shift, and I'll monitor him."
Carlos let out a breath and nodded. I took that as my cue and left the noisy establishment. That was only one of my many businesses of income. I was head of the motorcycle gang and pack. We made the motorcycle gang to disguise our true identity and it seemingly worked.
Hitting the road on my bike, the wind whipped around my body again and calmed my nerves. Rebecca pisses me the fuck off. I can fuck, who I want.
I made it to my house and locked the garage. Entering, I decided to take another shower to wash off the smell from the place. I needed to be clean and ready for class tomorrow. Especially for dealing with Beau.
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