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Mac

It was well past midnight when my brothers and I finally pulled up to the clubhouse. Off to the west, the neon Las Vegas skyline lit up the dark sky like daylight. Just north of us, roaring sounds from Nellis AFB could be heard as they conducted nighttime exercises. I took a second to enjoy the windless evening as we sped through the gates of the club. I shuddered, as the chilly February night had a bite to it.

I parked my bike between our VP, Colt, and our Road Captain, Viper, and stretched as I climbed off my bike. I watched as two prospects closed the gate and secured it. The perimeter of our property was heavily gated with barbwire on top, security cameras, and lights all around. It was a fortress, and it was home.

I wanted nothing more than to head up to my room and crash, but I knew our President would want a rundown of our trip to California first. No sooner had I taken a step toward the large, brick building, when Michelle came running up to welcome me home with two other club girls hot on her heels.

“Hey, baby,” she purred as she wrapped her arms around me. “Want to head up to your room?”

It grated on my nerves anytime one of the girls around here called me “baby.” We weren’t in a relationship and never would be. They were here strictly to keep the brothers entertained, that was it.

“Got shit to take care of first,” I said as I removed her hands from my waist. “Go wait at the bar and I’ll come find you later.” I swatted her ass, which elicited a giggle from her, and watched as she walked back into the clubhouse.

“Let’s go find Viking,” Colt said as he passed me on his way inside.

I pushed my hair back off my face and followed my VP.

Viper gripped the back of my neck. “It was a good run, Mac. We’ll give Prez his update, and then we can all go find a piece of ass.”

I had to laugh. None of us were saints, but Viper took fucking to a whole other level.

We walked into the building and were instantly hit with loud music and dancing girls surrounded in a thick haze from various things being smoked. From the looks of it, the party had been going on for a while. In the center of the clubhouse was a large room that served as our main entertainment space. There was a bar off to the left with the entrance to the kitchen behind it. To the right were a few couches, a big screen television, and two pool tables. Down the hallway was another room where we held church. Across from that was Prez’s office. Upstairs, there were several rooms for those of us who chose to live here.

Only a handful of guys lived off of the property. Viking had a house a couple of miles away, and some of the older members also had their own places nearby. They were the ones with old ladies and kids. The rest of us stayed here. It was convenient, and there was something to be said for surrounding yourself with the people who had your back, no matter what.

It was more than I had growing up.

Colt knocked on Viking’s office door before we entered. It didn’t matter that I’d been a member of the Desert Sinners for almost seven years and had sat in this office more times than I could count, I was always in awe of the club history that was displayed proudly in this room. Viking, along with two of his friends, Rome and Falcon, founded this club more than twenty years ago. Unfortunately, our club suffered a horrible loss five years ago, when Falcon and his old lady were killed in a crash. That was when Viking became President. Then, Rome stepped down a couple of years ago when his health started to decline, and long rides became more difficult.

Falcon’s death had hit us all hard. He was like a father to me, seeing as mine was a complete piece of shit who often forgot he had a son. Falcon’s youngest son, Wolf, and I were best friends all through childhood, and we even joined the Desert Sinners together. I remembered the pride Falcon showed that night. Not just for his son, but for me, as well.

As I did every time I walked into this room, I went to one of the pictures hanging on the wall. It was from the night Wolf and I were patched in. We were a couple of young dumbass kids, but the club saw something in us.I’m the man I am today because of this family.

Viking greeted Colt and Viper and then came over and slapped my shoulder. “So how did things go in L.A.?”

At six foot, I wasn’t short, but I still had to tilt my head back to look up at the man standing next to me. He had a good six inches on me. And while his blond hair and blue eyes gave him that nice guy look, he wasn’t someone you ever wanted to make an enemy of.

“Everything’s good. They’ve asked us to increase our shipment next month.”

Usually, Colt would have answered, since he was the vice president, but this was my contact, so he let me handle it.

The Desert Sinners had a hand in plenty of legit businesses to keep the cops and the Feds off our backs, but our illegal activities brought in the most money. Our largest source of income was from narcotic sales. Living just outside of Las Vegas, and having connections in Los Angeles, ensured we were never short on clients.

“Increasing the shipment shouldn’t be a problem. You’ll be taking the lead on that run.” Viking walked around his desk and sat down in the large oak chair with Norse carvings all over. Viking took a lot of pride in his Scandinavian culture as was evident in most of his office decor. “Go ahead and get out of here. I know you all have things you’d rather be doing right now instead of talking to me after a day on your bike.” He smirked at all three of us, knowing exactly what we would be doing as soon as we left.

The minute we walked out of the room, two girls latched onto Viper. “See you assholes later.” He chuckled as he guided them to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

I walked toward the bar, feeling half exhausted and half horny as hell. I hadn’t decided which need to satisfy tonight. I sat on one of the barstools and asked the prospect, who was bartending, for a beer. I took a sip from the bottle and scanned the room. That was when my eyes landed on Michelle, spinning on the pole we had installed in the corner. She was putting on a sexy as hell striptease for the group of guys surrounding her, but she kept glancing over at me. I slammed back my beer. It looked like horny was going to win out tonight.