Once the door was closed, he turned toward Striker. “Now, do you want a full membership into my club?”
Zeke had recognized the same darkness within Striker that he had inside himself the first time he’d met the man.
“What? You’re not going to throw me out because of the club?”
“My relationship with the Soldiers has nothing to do with you, or the fact you’re here,” he said. “I know what it’s like to need a certain kind of release. This is the only club that caters to that kind of darkness. The women here are always willing. I accept a lot of shit, but rape isn’t one of them, so let’s put that out front right away. I’ve got a daughter and I won’t allow that kind of shit. Now, if you desire a rape scene played out and the woman is willing, consents, and all that shit, then fine.”
He stared at Striker and wasn’t surprised to find him frowning.
“What’s the problem?” Zeke asked.
“The club?”
“This isn’t about your club. We’ve got our differences, but this isn’t about club business. This is about you becoming a member of Dominion, if that’s what you want. You can come here, and your business will not be made public.”
Striker remained silent for a moment. “I can do what I want with the women as long as they are wiling?”
Zeke nodded.
“Then I’m in.”
Zeke fired up the computer and typed in Striker’s information. “The fee is over five grand, you good for it?”
“Yes.”
“Now, the girls all have a safe word. You don’t stop, and the guards will make you stop. They’ll break fingers, legs, and even your fucking neck, do you understand?”
“I’m not about to hurt a woman unless she wants me to.”
Zeke raised his brow at the man.
“I’ll take a grand as down payment,” Zeke said.
He wasn’t surprised when Striker pulled out a wad of cash.
Finishing off the membership, he printed a card, and handed it to him.
“We expect the rest of your payment within forty-eight hours. If you don’t pay, you don’t stay.”
“Do you say that to a lot of men?” Striker asked.
“You’d be surprised the number of the men, and women, who want a membership. There are a lot of people out there who want what I provide.”
Zeke smiled at him.
“Have a nice time.”
He watched Striker leave the office and leaned back in his chair. Now this was a development he hadn’t seen coming. Maybe having Striker in the club would help his future friendship with the Soldiers. He liked the Soldiers; they got shit done and were prepared to take all the risks.
Running a hand down his face, he opened his desk drawer to place the money Striker had given him and froze. Daniella’s photographed face smiled back up at him.
He couldn’t let anything happen to his little girl. Zeke had to make right what he’d fucked up when he’d denied Shakes’ request to be with his daughter. First, he needed to find someone to fuck and work out this aggression that had taken over.
Although Shakes wasn’t a patched in member with the Soldiers anymore, he’d still kept connections with them. He didn’t regret one day out of the club, not when it meant being with Daniella, and now becoming a father.
He pulled his bike up to the front of the club, after being let in by the guys at the gates. When he took off his helmet and sunglasses, he stared at the MC, and a twinge of sadness filled him. It wasn’t because of regret, but because this had been his home, his family. It was true he still saw them as his family, still saw each member his brother. But not being in the club anymore meant he didn’t have that constant interaction with them. Hell, since he’d been booted form the club, he hadn’t really seen the guys, hadn’t really interacted with them the way he used to. The phone calls he’d had with Demon hadn’t brought back that brotherly love he’d had, he’d felt.
“Well, I’ll be fucking slapped silly and jerked off,” Nerd said from the shadows at the side of the club, his weird as fuck humor still in place. He pushed off the wall, snubbed out his cigarette, and came closer. He wore a pair of Oakley’s, a stained and ripped t-shirt, grease smeared along his jean-covered thighs, and wore his dark, faded and worn in shit-kickers. In all, he looked like every other motherfucker in this joint, and that right there made Shakes feel a little bit more like home.
“I came to talk to Demon.” Shakes said, although he knew Nerd probably knew why he was here. They all probably did.
Nerd straightened. “Yeah, we all know why you’re here,” Nerd said in all seriousness. “Come on, man, Demon’s inside, and the club’s waiting.”