Sharing Freedom (5 page)

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“I am serious, I almost came in my fucking pants when I saw what they were doing,”
Easy said to the group of men who were sitting at the table drinking beer with him
before opening. It was the leaders of the group, and some of the Prospects had arrived
and were setting up the tables.

“Shady was twerking?” Raven grinned. “I would have loved to have seen that. Damn,
her hips were made for fucking.”

The men agreed and Creed leaned forward. “Shady said that Freedom was asking about
the MC. About protection.”

Poke shook his head. “Told ya, her asshole father took all her money. I checked
around a little more, he owes some people.”

“That gonna come back and bite us in the ass?” Fork asked.

“Thinking the Diablos are involved, and also the Devils,” Poke said slowly.

Everyone stopped talking to look at him and waited for him to say something else.
When he didn’t, Creed finally asked.

“Why you looking?” Easy looked at Poke and shrugged.

Poke sighed and said, “Didn’t sit well how the old man emptied her account. Figured
there was something else going on. He borrowed money, a lot of it and can’t pay it
back. Word out was he struck a deal with the Diablos and the Devils for Freedom.
They get her in exchange for wiping the slate clean.”

“When were you gonna tell us?” Creed growled.

“Just found out.” Poke shrugged. “We need to make up our minds on what the fuck
to do.”

“We help her or cut her loose,” Raven said and shrugged. “Don’t matter to me.”

Fork frowned and then said, “Fuckers, Diablos have been a pain in the ass for weeks.
I know they are dealing on our land. Also been hearing some shit about them taking
over our operations. They have their sights set apparently.”

“Not happening,” Creed growled and the others at the table nodded. “We can talk about
it in church. But we need to figure out about Freedom.”

“We can't go giving her to those bastards,” Easy said slowly and the others at the
table looked at him closely. Easy never really said much about stuff unless he felt
strongly about it, so the guys listened. "She minds her own, does whatever they tell
her. She gets along with the Bitches, and Shady seems to have taken to her. You
guys know she just does take to everyone. When I walked in on them, before they noticed
me, I watched, they all get along with her. I wouldn't doubt if they don't talk her
in to becoming one of them," he stopped long enough to see the shocked look on the
other faces. "What? I may be quiet, but I notice shit, you assholes. She may not
be my taste but… Some people just fit, she does.”

They were silent as Creed thought it over and then he stood. “Sounds like we are
gonna be talking about adding someone to the family. Better have Shady and the girls
give her the lowdown beforehand, make sure she knows it's what she wants.”

Poke looked at Easy who nodded and then sat back. Poke and Easy didn’t have to talk
anymore. They knew what each other felt and were thinking on any given subject.
It had been like that since they met, like two brothers raised apart never knowing
of the other, but when they met, they felt the instant bond of brotherhood..

The guys moved from the table to get themselves ready for the day and Poke was leaning
back. Each knew they would never have an old lady, how could they, it would break
their bond, something they vowed they would never do since the day they were almost
killed in a foxhole. If a woman wanted one, she would have to want both. It had
been easy over the years to find women to share, but none of them ever felt right
to the two men.

“You felt it?” Poke asked with a low voice.

Easy leaned back and then looked at his best friend and brother and nodded slowly.
“Yeah. Ain't going to happen though. We come as a pair and with that one; she won't
ever accept us. Nor could she handle one of our appetites, definitely not two. Not
giving up free reign of all the snatch we want to be in a relationship and unfulfilled.
So best we stay away from that particular piece.”

"With you on that one brother, you get no argument from me," Poke nodded his head
to everything Easy said.

"Well, there is a first for everything," Easy chuckled when Poke flipped him off.

Freedom threw her towel on the bar and sighed. It had been a long day. Shady and
the Bitches had really helped her over the last week get her feet under her. Her
life was a fucking mess, and she had found people who actually made her feel like
there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, she still had to ask the guys
if they would consider helping her. She knew she was going to need it. After speaking
to her father, she had made a few phone calls to see if anyone had heard anything.

Her father’s friends had known nothing; however, the guys who cooked in the restaurant
said the gang had taken up residence in the dining room most nights. They said her
father had been acting strangely and giving them free meals. Freedom knew she had
no choice if she wanted to remain safe; she was going to ask them for help, she just
wasn’t sure who to go to.

Shady walked up to her side and laughed. “Busy night, you seem to be popular with
the preppies though.”

Freedom snorted and looked at the table of young college students. They had paid
for five body shots already. She had been leery of that chore when she started since
it allowed the customers actually to touch her. But the Prospects had made sure she
was safe, plus Shark and Magnum scared the shit out of the college boys before she
had even known they requested it, they were the only ones who had asked that of her
since she had started. But it was a fast hundred, and the girls got to keep it all.

Easy and Poke walked in from the back and she shifted from foot to foot. She was
uneasy around the two men, not understanding how both of them attracted her so much.
It was an unsettling feeling and made her think she was a slut. It didn't help they
still were starring in her dreams and she wouldn't be shocked if she didn't have a
rash from staying wet when they were around. Not that she would share that information
with her new friend. Her friend had guessed over the last week her feelings when
the two men walked into the room and Freedom immediately stiffened and became tense
until she saw where they sat.

“Look who is here,” Shady laughed and looked at her new friend.

“Oh…uh…” Freedom stuttered, a blush went across her cheeks, and she picked up her
towel again and began to clean the bar absently.

“Come on, girl. They sat in your section again, so get your grove on and go and get
their order.” Shady laughed.

“Rock,” Freedom called and when the large man came to her she said with a bright red
face, “Two All-Irish Black and Tans.”

Rock grunted and got the drinks while she waited. Shady only lifted an eyebrow at
her and grinned. She knew their drinks, she knew what they liked to eat, hell, she
even could tell what kind of mood they were in when she walked up to them. That was
how much she had been studying the two overly muscled men. They were the SGTs of
Arms for the Warriors, and after her first week, she knew the two men led the security
of the club. They kept everyone safe, and they took their jobs seriously, which is
why she felt safe around them. It was also why she was thinking of becoming a Bitch,
these men would help her, she knew it. The only thing holding her back was what Shady
had told her about sleeping with someone to get nominated. Could she do it?

When Rock placed the drinks in front of her, she smiled and took a deep breath, then
grabbed them and carried them to the two men who had become stars in her erotic dreams
the last few nights.

“Hey, Free,” Poke said with a grin when she approached them with their drinks.

“Poke,” she said shyly and looked at Easy. Poke was the smoother of the two men.
He had a sense of humor and she was drawn to his smile. Easy was more mysterious,
dangerous, and downright huge, but she felt as much attraction to him as she did Poke.
She really was beginning to wonder just where this Freedom had been hiding because
she'd never felt like this before.

“Thanks, babe,” Poke said and waited while she leaned across to put Easy’s drink in
front of him.

“Easy,” Freedom said breathlessly. She hated it when her voice sounded like that
whenever she was around him.

Easy looked up at her with his sunglasses still on and stared. She knew he did because
she could feel his eyes move from her face to her chest and she felt her nipples tighten.
Shit
, she thought with the tight top she wore she knew they would notice. So when she
heard Poke chuckle, it was confirmed.

Tonight she wore the black leather halter-top and black leather skirt, with mesh stockings
and high heels. Her feet were already hurting but she didn’t care.

“Babe,” Easy said in his low grumble, which made her panties damp every time.

“How was your day?” she said stupidly and wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

Poke laughed and looked at her. “Uh, great. And yours?”

Yeah, great day working in a strip club.
This is why you don’t ask how peoples days are in a freaking strip club
, she thought.

“Fine,” she said and then turned and walked to her other tables with a bright red
face. How did they do that to her every time. Well she knew, because they were fucking
hot, and she could only remember what they looked like nekkid and fucking Trick, which
she now fantasized, was her.
So fucked up
, she thought.

The college boys called her over and she went to get their drink order. As she turned,
she didn’t see Easy’s frown at the attention she was getting from the college boys.
Nor did she see the way Poke glared at the young man who asked for a body shot when
she came over to their table.

The two men watched her as she moved through the club doing her job. If Freedom had
a clue what dirty thoughts were running through their mind, she would never have walked
up to Easy just before her shift was over and asked if she could speak to them before
she left for the night. The large biker had nodded briskly at her inquiry making
her more nervous as she went to change her clothes.

She had to do this, she was left with no other choice. When she had seen a man in
her section with a tattoo on his hand, which signified he was a member of the Diablos,
she had panicked. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she had remained silent,
not telling Rock or Magnum who she thought he was. The greasy little man had only
been there for one drink, scoped out the inside of the club, and then slithered out
the door with a smirk, all without even focusing on her.

With her jeans and her tank top on, she walked back into the front hallway and looked
out. Easy and Poke were waiting for her. Both of their eyes fixated on her and she
tried to remain calm, but they were so sexy and overwhelming, she was sure her face
was beat red at that moment.

“Uh, can we….” she said slowly, trying to figure out where the hell she was going
to take them to talk.

“Come on, Free.” Poke smiled and pulled her behind him back to the room she now knew
was one of the two rooms the MC club members used to have sex in. She turned even
a brighter shade of red when he opened the door to the room she had seen them in the
first time.

Freedom walked hesitantly, it was later at night, and there was a possibility someone
was already in the room. As she walked into the entrance, she breathed a sigh of
relief when no one was in there. She heard the click of the door, and she turned.
Easy locked the door and she frowned.

“I thought you couldn’t lock the doors?” Freedom said.

“Who told you that, this is a MC room, only members know the rules?” Poke said.

“Shady,” Freedom said slowly. “I was asking questions.”

“Why were you asking questions about the club?” Easy said with a hard tone.

Freedom shifted and looked around the room. The bed kept drawing her eyes and she
was shifting between her feet. Poke finally took mercy on her, pulled her to one
of the couches, and sat her down. Easy followed and she was placed in the middle
of the two hulking men who were staring at her intently.

“Free?” Easy said with a growled.

“Well, I was wondering about how to go about…you know…well…joining,” Freedom finally
blurted out.

“Why?” Poke asked.

Freedom looked up in surprise; she never thought they would ask her that, she should
have known. She was silent as she thought about how much she should tell them, then
finally deciding she should at least tell them about the Diablos, she looked up.
Easy and Poke had leaned back but remained silent, taking in her internal battle with
ease.

“You ready? Or have you decided to tell us some bullshit story to try to appease
us?” Easy laughed.

Freedom looked surprised, because that is exactly what she had been planning a moment
ago before her conscience got the better of her. She didn’t want to lie to them,
because who knew what sort of trouble she would end up in then.

“No, I am going tell you the truth,” Freedom said slowly.

Easy nodded with a grim smile on his face. Poke and he had vowed to stay away from
her, then every time they came to the club they purposely sat in her section. Now
here she sat in a locked room with a bed. It was like they were asking the universe
to fuck with them because as Free was preparing to tell them her story, he was thinking
of all the things they could do to her on that bed. Christ, he thought he had some
control. When he focused back in, he looked toward his brother to see how he was
fairing around the redhead.

Poke took her hand gently and pulled her attention away from Easy who looked to be
in deep thought, back to him. She smiled, because he wasn’t as intense and didn’t
make her want to run for the hills when he looked at her.

“Tell us,” Poke said with a low, sexy tone. Freedom shivered and nodded.

“A week or so ago, I went to my father’s restaurant to do the books. I have a degree
in accounting. Anyway, I had just walked in the door and I heard my father talking
to someone so I stopped. I heard my name,” Freedom said quietly.

“What were they saying?” Poke asked.

“My father was talking about the money he owed; he said he wasn’t going to be able
to hide it from me forever. One of the guys he was talking to started laughing and
said it shouldn’t matter if I knew because I was a worthless cunt,” she said.

“Who was it?” Easy growled and she looked up quickly.

“I don’t know, I only know he was wearing a leather jacket,” Freedom said sadly.
“Then they started talking about how my father owed them, which is fifty thousand
dollars by the way, and they wanted it back. You see my mother was sick; she died
from breast cancer about a year ago. I thought my father had good insurance, but
apparently he didn’t. Then the men said they would take me for payment. I freaked
out. I waited to hear my father tell them no way, I mean, how could he give me to
them? I am a person not a possession,” Freedom said tearfully. Even thinking about
it now devastated her. Why would her father think she would go along with that?
She would never have done that, and he shouldn’t make her.

Poke swore under his breath and looked at Easy with a grim expression. Freedom wasn’t
sure what the look was for, it seemed like they were communicating without actually
speaking. She had noticed the two men were close and seemed to know what one another
were doing at any given time. A few of the other men did the same, but Poke and Easy
were the most connecting.

“My father agreed though, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do so I just ran.
I mean what else could I do,” she said then paused, and then looked at them. She
hadn’t really lied too much. He did owe money them money and she had heard one of
the guys call her that name. She just didn't tell them he owed the Diablos too and
she was promised to them first.

She looked at the guys while they processed what she had said and she remained silent
and waited. Finally, Easy spoke, knowing he would be the one she had to convince.

“Do they know where you are?” Easy asked.

“No, I called my father a few days ago, he demanded I come home, but he didn’t know
where I was. He found my car. The night I ran away, my car broke down, and I just
left it with my phone inside,” Freedom said.

Easy nodded and looked at Poke who was still holding her hands, he was absently running
his fingers over the top of her hand, and she knew he wasn’t really aware of the comfort
he was giving, but she still appreciated it.

“Where are you from?” Easy asked.

“From Pinessee, Arizona. Lived there my whole life,” Freedom said and then looked
at Poke. “Never thought I would leave,” she whispered.

“What do you want from us?” Easy said slowly.

“I don’t know, I mean my world was blown apart, my father is a bastard, and I have
nowhere to go because I was a loser with no friends,” Freedom whispered.

“No friends?” Poke said.

Freedom shook her head miserably. She hated thinking about her childhood. Her father
had money and so all the girls in high school only wanted to hang around her because
they had to. One of them had gone so far as to say her father paid them to be her
friends. She was shy and felt awkward most of her childhood. When she went to college,
it hadn’t gotten much better. She was miserable, if she had to actually name a friend
it would be Shady, because she was the first and only person who she had ever connected
to. It was strange to think about it, and Freedom would never say it aloud but this
place, even though she was a stripper, which was completely out of her comfort zone,
was where she had felt more comfortable than her childhood home. She felt like she
belonged here, and even the gruff bikers and men that came through here were better
than the assholes she grew up with.