Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

2. Reaper

Seriously man, I don't even know why you bother coming here. The booze is expensive, but you drink it like fucking water. The pussies on tap but I've never once seen you show interest in a single bitch here, let alone sticking your dick in one. And the bands average as fuck. You'd have a better time back at the clubhouse with the brothers.

Shut the fuck up Tank I replied. He might be my best friend and future vice president, and his words might hold more truth than I'd like to admit, but right now I wasn't in the fucking mood to deal with another lecture. I downed the last of my drink and motioned to the bartender for another which she promptly poured and placed on the table in front of me.

All I'm tryna say is that bitch of yours fucked you up good and proper for what, almost a year now. Ain't it about time you stop ya little pity party for one and get that dick wet in some fresh pussy. I'm not asking you to get married man, but I can guarantee those club whore's are all starting to feel a bit stale.

I laughed out loud. As much as I hated to admit it he had a point. My life has become nothing more than a pathetic routine to allow me to escape my miserable reality. Weekdays were spent working in the club garage followed by nights in the club bar getting black out drunk and waking up with whichever club whore had the patience to deal with my drunken state. Usually around Thursday or Friday Grunter, my father and President of the Hellbound MC would call me into his office for yet another lecture on how much of a disappointment I've become, how he expects bigger things from me if I'm to take over President next year as planned, and how he can't believe I've let myself fall apart over some damn pussy.

Which results in me loosing my shit and coming here, usually with Tank in tow. The man never turned down an opportunity to hunt fresh meat, as he likes to call it. Another part of the reason he didn't understand how badly it ripped my fucking heart out the day Ivy left. At first I was fucking heartbroken, but after a while the feeling slowly changed into a burning rage, which I took out on anything and everything around me. But even that burnt out, and what came after was worse than I thought possible. Numbness. Complete and utter numbness which consumed my entire being, leaving me incapable of feeling anything. Scares the shit out of me some days, but its who I am now and I've learned to live this way.

Speaking of pity party... Tank started up again. Can see your lost in that head of yours again man. Nothing but trouble brewing when ya start getting silent on me like that. Now get your miserable ass off that fucking couch and come scope out the talent with me, he said with a shit-eating grin as he stood and made his way over to the balcony rail.

I sighed and reluctantly got up to join him, swaying slightly on my feet as I stood. Yep, couple more drinks and ill be fucked up enough to be able to sleep tonight. As I scanned the room below us, nothing stood out to me, just a sea of sweaty drunken bodies moving to the music. Why did I come here?

Oh yo, blondies back, Tank said to me, elbowing me in the ribs and pointing towards the door of the club. 'Blondie' was a chick Tank had been eyeing up for weeks as his next target. I had to admit she was hot, but she's here as often as we are and leaves with a different guy every night. Not my type. None of that bothered Tank though as long as one of these nights its him she leaves with.

I allowed myself to follow the direction where Tank was staring, and the instant I saw her I froze and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Blondie was weaving her way through the crowd towards the bar in an insanely tight leather dress, boobs pushed up so damn high I swear she could rest her chin on them. But it wasn't her that had my attention. No, it was the stunning redhead being dragged through the crowd behind her.

She was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen in my life. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. There's no way I'd seen her here before, not a chance in hell I'd forget that face, or that body...
I felt my dick stir in my pants, fuck I can't remember wanting anyone this bad ever, and I haven't even met the bloody woman. I'd make sure to change that though. But what the fuck would i say? Night after night of giving Tank shit about picking up his balls and making his move with Blondie, and now here I am in the same fucking predicament.

I watched as the two women reached the bar, and as we'd watched many nights before, it didn't take Blondie long to have the group of assholes eating out of her hand, and basically throwing free drinks at the two. My redheaded goddess seemed slightly uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact with any of the guys and not engaging in the conversation which made me smile. The thought of her smiling and flirting along with Blondie made my fists clench. What the fuck is wrong with me.

Bro, your drooling on my shoe. I snapped out of the daze this mystery woman had me in, and turned to see Tank with that same shit-eating grin on his face.
Finally seen something you like huh? Bout fucking time I say. She's a little hottie to, if its the redhead your getting all hot for. Maybe if I can't get Blondie to come home tonight ill take her instead.

I shot Tank a look that had him shutting his mouth real fast, and as I looked back to the bar, my mystery woman was gone. A wave of panic hit me as I frantically searched the crowd for any sight of her. She can't be gone. And she wasn't. There she was, squeezed into the middle of the dancefloor, shaking her ass and grinding on Blondie like she didn't have a care in the world.

My dick was officially rock hard in my pants. The chick was every man's wet dream. She can't be much older than 20, her flowing slightly curled red hair framed her face perfectly and fell carelessly down her back. She had a pale complexion that made her full pink luscious lips stand out. And her eyes, from this far I couldn't tell what color they were but they literally sparkled as she danced and laughed with her friend. The way she moved her body had me fantasizing about how she'd move with her pussy wrapped around my cock. Those tight fitting denim booty shorts showed off her legs like nobodies business, and had my mind running wild.

I had to go down there and talk to her. Even just be closer to her, the pull was magnetic, drawing me to her like a moth to a flame. Just as I was about to hit Tank up to come down with me, I watched in pure horror as the group of guys from the bar earlier appeared on the dancefloor around the two girls.
One of them handed the girls a drink each which they both gladly took much to my annoyance. Who knows what could be in the fucking thing. And before I knew what was happening, one of the guys was behind my girl, arms around her and resting his hands on her hips. And just like that, my dream girl was grinding on another man as his hands explored her body. What a shit show this night has turned into.