The Club

The Regional Reaper's clubhouse was a lively, vibrant venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded part of the clan’s territory, the building was designed to offer a private, exclusive space where members could unwind and have fun. And thanks to Godfather Marco's high end tastes, it was much different than any other MC clubhouse in the EU.

Lavishly decorated, the club featured plush couches, glittering chandeliers, and state-of-the-art sound systems. The walls were adorned with vibrant artwork and neon lights, creating a futuristic and edgy atmosphere. Each night, the club was transformed into a new theme, from glamorous masquerade balls to neon-lit raves. Clan members would dress up accordingly, showcasing their creativity and flair.

Upon entering, the loud thumping of music and flashing lights from the dance floor greeted you immediately. The air was electric, filled with the excitement and laughter of clan members as they danced, socialized, and enjoyed themselves. The club also offered a variety of activities, from pool tables and arcade machines to karaoke stages and DJ booths. There was something for everyone, ensuring no one ever got bored. The alcohol and drugs flowed freely and a wild vibe flowed though there was a strict no fighting policy in the clubhouse.

Velia was led into the main area by an elegant elderly woman. Her eyes widened and her knees started to wobble when she took in the sheer number of people.

"Join the other maids and start serving," the elderly woman said with a polite smile. "Please be careful."

Velia glanced around at the crowd, still confused. No one had told her anything since she'd put on the uniform. "Serve?" she asked, but the woman was already gone.

"Isn't that the girl? She's hot," Virus grinned, watching her from a special section of the club with Venom. Venom pushed down the growl that wanted to rumble and remained silent, but his eyes locked on Velia as soon as she entered in the little maid's uniform. Holy hell!

Velia's eyes darted around the room until she finally spotted her brother behind the bar, expertly mixing cocktails. His eyes widened when they landed on her and she was sure she saw disapproval in his gaze before he readjusted his expression into a slight smile and a nod before returning to his work.

The newcomers were not missed by the pack. Comments abounded as Velia and Hardin were studied like curiosities in a museum.

"He looks so hot making that cocktail," Stalker commented.

"You want him, huh?" Ghost grinned.

"The girl is smoking, too," Blade whistled, his gaze turning to Velia. "Who knew that was under all that purple and braids?"

"True, and I think I like her, too," Ghost added.

"Me, too," Hacker grinned, earning curious looks from the others.

"I’m pretty sure she’s older than you," Stalker scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Hacker rolled his eyes.

"Let it go, okay?" Blade said, signaling for the teasing to stop. They all laughed, except for Butcher, who remained silent as usual.

"I don't know what you see in her. She's completely basic," Snake muttered angrily, clearly jealous of the attention Velia was receiving.

Hardin tried to keep an eye on Velia as he continued his duties. He hated her in this environment. He hated the way she was being ogled.

"Sweetheart? I think I dropped my phone under the table. Can you get it for me?" one of the men Velia was serving asked.

Velia hesitated, feeling uncomfortable, but she didn't dare refuse. As she bent down to look for the phone, the guys leaned back her, clearly enjoying the view of her exposed ass. One of them moved to touch her, but before he could, a bottle smashed into his head, knocking him out cold. Hardin had appeared out of nowhere, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. He easily dispatched the other two men who attempted to fight him.

"Don’t you dare go near my sister again," he growled, glaring down at their bloody faces.

"Well this evening just got more interesting!" Virus exclaimed, while Venom remained silent.

"Everyone understand?" Hardin demanded. The men quickly nodded their heads. Hardin gave all the big men one final glare before taking Velia by the arm, leading her out of the club.

"Can you give him to me?" Virus pouted playfully. "He’s amazing!"

Venom ignored him, watching the scene unfold.