Danny
“Can’t fucking believe I let you talk me into this shit.” Boogeyman shakes his head. “Fucking yuppie club. We could be with the rest of the guys back in Webb Hollow getting our dicks sucked by the Lennon twins.”
“You didn’t have to come. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”
He snorts. “Right. The minute we get in this place and you see some redneck pansy feeling up on your girl, I’ll be dragging your ass back out.”
“Not gonna happen. Sara’s a good one. She isn’t like the whores you waste your time with.”
“I fuckin’ feel naked without my cut,” he grumbles, patting his pockets for his lighter.
“Me too, man. But you know the rules. No colors allowed. This isn’t our territory.”
“Bullshit is what it is.”
I had every intention on staying away tonight and letting Sara have this one night to do whatever she wants but Cole called me and said he didn’t like the idea of the girls being out on their own without protection. Apparently, he couldn’t pull a prospect for the duty. I could have sent one of my own, but the temptation to see Sara was too damn great.
I have been so immersed with the club, I forget what it’s like to be a regular dude going out for the night. No pressure of running the club and the worry of Tiny and his shit hanging over my head.
If Sara knew what I am planning to do, I don’t know if she’d ever be able to look at me the same. I promised I was done with the bad shit. I made a deal that I wouldn’t be in the business of trafficking women anymore, but I don’t have a choice. Well, I have options but none of them are good. I can’t take on Tiny just yet. My club isn’t strong enough and fuck, if I bring Sara’s family in on it and something goes south, she’d blame me.
I gotta handle shit my own way.
“Let’s get this pussy shit over with. Ya know just because you are all in love and getting married, raising a family. Doesn’t mean the rest of us want to.”
“No one is asking you to do shit. My marrying Sara won’t change shit at the clubhouse, man. What happens there stays there, so no loose lips around Sara. Don’t be scaring her friends either.”
“I’m not scary.” He puffs out his chest and strokes his goatee.
“Right. We call you the Boogeyman for nothing, huh?”
“Fucking make one guy go insane and you treat me like a damn monster.”
“You are a monster, you sick fuck.” I punch him in the arm. “Let’s go.” Boogeyman might like to joke around but make no mistake the motherfucker is a damn nightmare. He gets inside the heads of our enemies and finds out what matters most to them and uses it against them. It is all psychological, but I wouldn’t want to fuck with him.
When we get inside, I witness the last thing I expected to find. Sara is out on the dance floor fucking sandwiched between two fucking dead motherfuckers’.
“Isn’t that your girl out there.” Boogeyman chuckles. “I’m getting a beer. You want one?”
“Yeah, so I can break it over their Goddamned heads,” I snarl.
“Easy, Hades. Don’t go over there blazing with anger. See.”
“Yeah.” Sara is pushing he guys away, but it doesn’t make me feel any damn better.
“Hey. I thought that was you.” Morgan walks up next to me.
“Well hello, sexy and my next conquest,” Boogeyman says, making a total ass of himself. I could step in and clear shit up, but I will enjoy hearing Morgan put him in his place.
“What’s your name?” She questions, stepping closer and putting her hand on his chest.
“Boogeyman, but you can call me anything you want.” He smirks.
“Is that because you always need to blow your nose?” She makes a sour face. “You should really get a tissue and look in the mirror.”
Boogeyman’s jaw drops as Morgan walks off. “Come on, I’ll show you where we are sitting,” she calls back over her shoulder.
“Who the fuck was that? But seriously though, do I have a booger, man?”
“Shut the fuck up and go get that beer.”
Sara
My head is spinning. I think I’ve had too much to drink because when I look over to the table I could swear Danny is sitting with Morgan.
As I get closer I see indeed it is him.
His dark hair is swept back, showing off those dark, intensely sexy eyes.
I rush toward him, nearly tripping over my heels along the way. Crashing into his arms, a hiccup bubbles from my throat.
“Hi,” I whisper, nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his freshly showered scent.
“Nice tiara.” His arms wrap around me, securing me in his lap.
“I missed you. I was gonna call, but somebody snatched my phone.” I roll my eyes on the last part.
“It’s fine.” He winks, and I melt into him.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off stuffing dollar bills in striper’s cracks?”
“That’s what I’m saying.” Boogeyman, hands Danny a beer. He’s one of the members of the Devils Rejects. I don’t know much about him other than he gives off a dark vibe.
I’ve met the VP, Cupid. Danny says he got his name because the guy has been married three times.
Harley stalks from the dance floor. “You totally ditched me, bit-…” she stops short when she sees Boogeyman. “Well hello tall, dark, and sexy. Who are you?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Danny shoots her down before Boogeyman can speak.
Crossing her arms, Harley huffs out, “Rude! This place blows.”
I look over and see Morgan is on her phone, probably talking to my brother. Not that I can blame her. If Danny wasn’t here I’d be fighting for my phone back.
“I hate to cut this party short, but we should probably get going. Both boys have had explosive diapers and Cole is about to lose his mind.”
“This is the lamest night out ever. Sorry, Sara,” Harley pouts. “I didn’t even get to piss Kyler off.”
“Kyler. What kind of pussy name is that?” Boogeyman muses.
“That pussy is my boyfriend, thank you very much. At least he wasn’t named after a booger.”
I burst out laughing and so does everyone else, well not Boogeyman.
A primal growl rips from his chest, killing our laughter.
“Fuck ya’ll I’m a goddamned nightmare.”
The angry snarl on his face has me erupting with laughter again.
He shakes his head. “I’ll meet you at the truck. Fucking missed the twins for this juvenile shit, Mickey Mouse Club,” he mutters under his breath.
My brows knit together. “Twins?”
Danny sighs. “I’ll tell you about it later. Come on, I’ll walk you out.” Morgan and Harley walk ahead of us as he kisses my forehead.
“You driving back tonight?”
“Nope. Got a room.” His prosthetic fingers dig into my hip bone with a tight squeeze.
“I can ask Morgan to keep CT,” I suggest, hoping he wants to spend the night together. We never get any time alone.
“We could go get him.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Seriously?” I love him, but I really want some time alone with my man.
Danny bumps his shoulder against mine. “I’m just giving you shit.”
We navigate through the crowd and make it outside the club and Boogeyman already has some chick in the truck with him.
I keep any snide remarks running through my head to myself. It isn’t any of my business what or who he does. If I know anything about being an old lady, it’s that.
Morgan hands my phone back to me and gives me a hug, promising to cover for me so I can spend the night with Danny.