Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(31)

“He rides a motorcycle,” Gail chimes in. “And he often has bruises on his knuckles or beautiful face. He does love his leather jacket, too.”

“Sounds like our Callum.” Josie goes into fits of laughter.

“Did I miss something?” I ask confused.

“Oh honey, Callum is one hell of an enigma. Good luck trying to figure him out,” Josie scoffs.

“I just gave him a lap dance. Don’t you two try and see us married already.” I frown.

“Well, someone had a hot dream about him,” Gail whispers loudly to Josie.

“What?” I exclaim.

“Yeah, I heard you moan his name in the middle of the night.”

“I did not!” I yell a bit too loudly as customers come in.

“You so did.” She smirks at me and goes behind the counter to take their orders. She mouths to Josie ‘no, she didn’t’, and I’m glad I caught that. I was already mortified enough last night when the bouncer busted us spending longer than planned together, but if I start dreaming about him and moaning his name in the middle of the night, I’m never going to live this down and much less with Josie knowing Callum. I do wonder how she knows him, but I don’t want to pry too much.





Callum

It’s been a month since I got my first lap dance by Bella, and I’ve had many more since then. All of them happening at the strip club. I don’t think I missed one night of her being at the strip club, which I realize makes me either a really sad man or a stalker. I’m neither if you ask me. I just want to protect what’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet; one day she’ll be mine.

I know, I know. I always said I didn’t want another relationship, but f*ck it. I want Bella. I need her in my life as more than just friends.

She finds it hilarious to see me whenever she is in to strip and for me to ask her for a lap dance every time. I think a part of her is relieved that she doesn’t have to strip for other men and give them lap dances. She always looks so lost when someone flags her down when she’s walking the floor. She either looks for me or comes straight to me.

Lawrence and other clients aren’t too happy that I’m stealing Bella away all the time, but I couldn’t stand being here and seeing her go to another guy and disappear in the back knowing what would happen.

We’ve had a few nights like our first where she grinds on me so much that she comes. More often than not, I’m the one instigating it, but she’s never turned me down. It’s enough for me to see the look of pure bliss on her face when she comes. Whenever I’m able to do that, my night is made. Some nights we just spend time talking and listen to some music. I always top up to however long I’ve spent with her. She’s the second woman I’m paying to talk to. The first one being Nancy. History seems to be repeating itself.

“What are you thinking about?” Bella asks me as she sits next to me at a table. She just got done giving me a lap dance and went to change into her street clothes. I waited for her because she’s mentioned feeling watched over the past few weeks, and I’m not about to let someone hurt her or anything. I couldn’t forgive myself.

“You don’t want to know.” I chuckle.

“Yeah, right. I do.” She smirks and finishes my drink.

“It’s going to sound so f*cking wrong.” I rub my face.

“Go on. I’m sure I’ve heard worse.”

“You’re the second woman I’m paying to talk to.”

“Huh?” She looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head.

“It’s a long story, but one of my best friends was held by bad people and the only way for me to be in contact with her was to pay to see her. They thought we were f*cking, but I never touched her we just talked. And I’m doing the same with you, although you’re here out of your own free will. I surely hope so anyway.” I look at her intently, and she nods.

“Yes, I wanted to work here. My roommate, Gail, worked here before me and got me a spot here because I needed more money than what I’m currently earning.”

“Good.”

“Back to your friend. Is she still being held by them? Why weren’t you helping her out of there?” By the look she’s giving me, she’s not impressed with me and is judging me.

“I was alone, and there were at least thirty of them. There was no way I could just take her away, or I would have the first time I met her.”

“Ah right.” She nods, not sounding too impressed.

“She was held by one of the most dangerous motorcycle clubs there was.”

“Was?”

“We dismantled it. A few members are left, but not enough to cause us any harm.” And I just said too much.

“You’re in an MC,” she says. She could have asked, but she didn’t.

“I am.”

“Not sure if I should be impressed or disgusted.”

“Why is that?” I want her to amuse me.

“Because from what I’ve heard, either you’re below scum and not worth my time, or you’re one of the good ones.”

“What do you think it is?” I don’t know why it bothers me so much that she thinks I could be a part of the scum.

“Jury is still out. I do need to go home. I have job two early in the morning.” She yawns and gets up.