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says anything bad to or about Anslie, I guess I ’ m not surprised.
    "Gunner, your employee doesn't know how to treat a lady. As part owner of this club, I suggest you look for someone new to take his place."
    I watch the anger in his face, then look at Charlie. "Go home. You ’ re done for the night. You ever disrespect a women again, I ’ ll let my cousin beat your ass. I'm sure his prez wouldn ’ t like to know someone is talking bad about his little girl."
    I turn to Anslie. "Sorry about that, babe. Whenever you want to come back, let me know. I'll let you in for free, drinks on the house."
    Anslie looks between Brant and I, a shocked expression on her face. "Okay...," she stumbles, smiling shyly.
    She is the total opposite of her friend inside the club. Don't get me wrong. Anslie is hot, but in an innocent kind of way. Kind of like the “girl next door”. If she wasn't claimed by my cousin, I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that.
    "Come on, doll. Let ’ s get you home, ” Brant says. I just shake my head and walk back into the club, following Charlie.
    Once we are inside, I tell Charlie to go wait in my office. I watch him walk off, then I scan the room, my eyes finding her. She is swaying her hips to the music, that preppy douche ’ s hands still all over her. I take a deep breath and make my way to my office.
    I walk in and shut the door, causing Charlie's head to snap up. Watching him closely, I walk around the desk to my chair.
    "What happened outside?" I ask. He nervously looks around the room. When his eyes reach mine, he pauses a second. "And don't lie to me. It will only make things worse." I can see him shaking a little. Why are men such pussies nowadays? Every single guy working for me is a fucking pussy. You get on their asses and they cower down to you. It ’ s pathetic.
    "I just said something about that girl and he didn't like it."
    Of course he did. I would think this asshole was smart enough to not run his mouth to a fucking biker. Bouncers always think they are bad asses … until we put them in line. "He's not someone you want to piss off. He doesn't take it too well when people talk bad about his girl. Don't do it again." He just nods and keeps his eyes down. "Go home and come back tomorrow. Just stay away from both of them."
    "Okay, boss, ” he replies before getting out of his chair and making his way to the door.
    After he leaves, I walk back to the security room and check the monitors for the redhead. She's nowhere to be found. She must have gone home with that guy. Fuck. I need to get laid. Grabbing my jacket form my office, I make my way down the stairs and out the door to my bike.
    I head back to the house. There ’ s always a willing whore there to suck my cock.

Chapter Five

    I still can't believe Brantley was at the same club we were last night. What are the odds? After begging Anslie to go to the club with me every night, he ’ s there the one night she decides to.
    We decide on doing a girls ’ night tonight, even though I know she rather be banging that Brantley. We are going to Saraphine, the next town over. I shower and blow dry my hair. After adding some curls, I add minimal makeup and apply some gloss. I pull on my favorite dark blue bandage dress and a pair of black slingbacks. I add some black bracelets and grab my bag.
    I walk out of my room and head for the kitchen. I grab a water from the fridge, then wait for Anslie to come out of her room. I swear that girl takes forever.
    After her night with Brant, she must be taking longer to get ready. I ’ m glad I slept at that guy ’ s house and not ours. Who knows what I might have heard?
    When she finally makes an appearance, I check out her outfit. "Great minds think alike!" I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
    "Hell, yeah! We look hot!" she laughs, grabbing her clutch.
    "Oh, my god, bitch! I forgot. I heard Brant punched Charlie last night! What the fuck was that about?" I stare at her with a smirk and a knowing look. I want