MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)

Epilogue

Rock music vibrates the floor beneath me as I move through the crowded club to the spiral staircase. I climb the steps as I look around at the people below. At the top I push through the doors and the music changes to slow, seductive music as a girl wearing only a g-string spins around the pole, men leaning forward in their seats below her throwing money at her and hollering. I linger a moment as I admire her body and the way she moves

"Stop drooling slut." Becky, one of the waitresses jokes as she walks passed and I move on heading to the back, to the office. I open the door to be greeted by the familiar leather cut of Broken Demons MC, a girl on her knees before him sucking his dick

"Ice you dirty mother fucker what have I told you about using my office to fuck my girls!" I shout as I punch him in the back. He laughs as he secures his dick back in his jeans

"Sorry Scar." Daisy says as she wipes her mouth and runs from the room in her sequin bikini.

"I will kick your ass next time Ice." I say as he walks towards the door

"Nah, you're just jealous cos you got yourself tied down to one dick and can't go after all the pussy in this place like I can." He replies with a big ass smirk on his face

"Hey Ice, I can get all the pussy I want and I let Knuckles have both of us." I wink and watch as his face falls. It's a lie, I would cut Knuckles dick off if I caught him touching another woman, but Ice doesn't need to know that.

"Who we having a three way with tonight then my love?" Knuckles says as he enters my office and I see Ice burn with jealousy as he leaves. Knuckles closes the office door behind him and walks over to me

"Maybe for my birthday?" Knuckles questions as his hands find my ass and lift me onto my desk

"Never! You're mine." I growl before kissing him fiercely.

"Scar? It's getting ugly downstairs we ran out of tequila." Billy, my head bartender shouts through the door, he knows better than to walk in after catching me and Knuckles going at it a week after opening.

"Coming" I shout back as I push Knuckles away

"Not yet but you will be later." He growls as he bites my neck.

"I hope so." I reply as I leave him in my office, swaying my hips just the little bit more to drive him crazy.

The night ends and I close up the club, I set the alarm and lock up heading over to my motorcycle, a gift from Knuckles when I came home for good.

"A pretty lady like you shouldn't be alone." I hear from behind me and I grab the knife from my boot turning and holding it to his neck

"Fuck Caleb you gotta stop doing that." I laugh as I release my knife from his throat

"Race home?" He asks and I nod

"First one home comes first." I laugh as I mount my motorcycle and watch as he runs to his bike. I waste no time in starting the engine and backing out of my space, I roll forward to the road and wait as he pulls up beside me

"Enjoy staring at my ass all the way home." I shout over the rumble of our engines before pulling back the throttle and speeding down the street towards our house. When I came back with Knuckles we turned his Moms house into our home and I love it, our own little space away from everyone, just him and I.

Don't get me wrong I love my club family, the girls and I have become really close, we have the type of relationship I always wanted with Jessica. Then there's the guys, they are so much fun, Sometimes on my days off I help Killer and Bullet in the garage and Ice is always asking my opinion on girls, even if I think he's a dirty man whore. Then there's Circuit, I owe him for making my dream come true.

There's no way 18 year old Scarlett Wilcox could run a nightclub. When we came back Knuckles and I spent a whole night in bed just talking and I figured out what I wanted to do with my life. When Alec used to drag me to his strip club I could see the pain and suffering on the girls faces as they were forced to dance, to give private shows and have sex with the customers for money. I wanted a club that was fun where girls could work safely, not forced to do anything and weren't prostituted. Knuckles took my idea to Killer and the club agreed to open 'Scars' 25 year old Scarlett Watson runs the place, thanks to Circuit, and 6 months later I've never been happier.

Knuckles flies passed me and I curse as I pull back the throttle to catch him up, once I'm alongside him I look over to him and unzip my leather jacket to show my cleavage and I can see his body tense. I laugh as I speed up once more and leave him behind me. I turn down the driveway and slide as I reach the house so I turn and face Knuckles as he comes in behind me

"You cheated." Knuckles growls as he climbs of his bike and storms towards me

"I would never do such a thing." I say shocked as I climb off my bike and he pulls my body against him

"Oh please, you knew what you were doing to me." He says as he unzips my leather jacket and slides his hand inside, his fingers tracing the tattoo that now forever lives on my stomach, showing that I belong to Knuckles.

"I still won, I want my prize." I pout as he laughs. He picks me up and begins walking towards the front door, he fumbles with his keys as I wrap my body around his and softly kiss his neck. I grind myself against him and feel his chest vibrate at the deep groan. Finally the door opens and he charges inside. I slide his leather cut from his shoulders as our lips crash together. I pull my leather cut with 'Property of Knuckles' on it, something I'm proud to wear, from me as we begin to leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom.

"Fuck I love you." Knuckles growls as he throws me down on the bed roughly

"I love you." I reply as he climbs on top of me.