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Addison Jane

Harmony

The Club Girl Diaries

The Brothers by Blood MC

Addison Jane

Copyright 2015 Addison Jane

All Rights Reserved

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

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To every single person who picked up a copy of Harmony and took a chance on an unknown author, you have all changed my life and I'm forever grateful.

My betas – there is never an easy way to express how much I love and appreciate all of you. Thank you for holding my hand through what has been a long road. You are my rocks.

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Readers – you've stolen my heart. There just aren't enough ways to say thank you.

 

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Epilogue

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I was a club whore.

I never beat around the bush or made up excuses. It was what it was. Was it my proudest moment? Not really, but I can’t say that I hated it either.

A club girl’s job was to keep the members of the club happy. In other words, we were mainly there for sex. We also cooked and cleaned, but if you asked a member what a club girl was good for, I have no doubts you’d get a crude remark about her pussy or tits.

I was the property of the Brothers by Blood MC. Some people tended to take offense to the term ‘property’ but I never really saw it as anything negative. Being the property of the club meant that you were important. It meant that the club needed you and would go out of their way to make sure that you were looked after.

Sure, what I did for the club often made others cringe. I was at these mens every beck and call. I cleaned up after them, I cooked for them and when they were horny, I was there to fuck them.

Let’s not try to pretty it up or make it seem like it was some sort of glamorous job.

Some saw us as sluts, whores, and a few choice other names. Each to their own I suppose, I’ve been called a lot worse. I’ve had to deal with more than a few judgmental woman and chauvinistic men – because let’s face it, bitches and assholes aren’t only in motorcycle clubs.

I prefer to think more that I’m a single woman, and while I could be going out every night and fucking random men I pick up from a bar or club, I have a clubhouse full of men who are willing to care about, protect me, and pay for my tuition to college, and what do I have to do? Have sex and clean up a little.

Sounds like a win-win to me.

I loved sex.

The cleaning – not so much.

I didn’t feel as though it was anyone else’s business how I conducted myself sexually. I didn’t do it in front of anyone who wasn’t part of the club, I didn’t do it with anyone who wasn’t part of the club, and I sure as hell didn’t talk about it to anyone who wasn’t part of the club.

When it came to the Brothers by Blood, you learned fast that keeping your mouth shut was essential.

Run your mouth, risk your life.

So far, I had no regrets.

“Hey, Chelsea!”

Hearing my name, I turned to find Rose running up behind me. Rose was a classmate – we were working toward the same degree. She’d transferred here from up north a few weeks ago when her parents bought into a business down here. We’d been thrown together on a pair assignment recently and without Harmony around, and the fact that I didn’t have a great relationship with some of the other club girls, I found myself being pulled toward her. It was also a bonus that she was awesome, fun and great to talk to.

She was the only girl who had tried to befriend me and wasn’t looking for a way into the club. Lots of girls tried to nosey their way in by acting like your BFF, but all they wanted was to sleep with the brothers at the MC. Good on them. Go for it. But I didn’t need nor want fake friends.

I smiled as she jogged over to me. “Hey, what’s up?”

She pulled up beside me and fell into step as we made our way toward our first class of the morning. “Was just wondering what you were up to tonight?”

I raised my eyebrows at her, the look very sarcastic.

She didn’t hold her straight face for long, a giggle soon escaping. “Okay, okay. Stupid question.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to spend the night with some drool worthy alpha male biker who will worship your body like the world is going to end tomorrow.”

I laughed. “Girl, you should write romance novels, I think I just came.”

She scoffed. “No wonder the men love you then, they don’t have to put in any effort. Lazy bastards.”

I shrugged. “Honestly, you’ve never had sex until you’ve fucked a big ol’ biker with a dirty mouth.”

That was another thing I liked about Rose, she may not have been fighting to get in with the club and sleep with the men, but she was not shy about her sexuality.

“Are there any days or nights that you are free from the sexy huge cocked, foul-mouthed men. My family are kind of being real bastards and I don’t have any other good girlfriends around to have a night out with.” She scuffed her feet gently against the concrete path as we stopped outside the classroom.

I couldn’t help but smile. This is what I needed. A friend outside the club.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved the club with all my heart. But the reality of the situation was, I never intended being a club girl for the rest of my life. I regarded it as only a way to have fun and get through college. I’d be graduating in a couple months, once the semester was finished and then I would want to find a job – start a career.

My ambition was sports therapy. But I have the knowledge and background to do other fitness based things like personal training.

“I’ll see if I can get a night off this weekend?” I offered, pleading inside my head that Optimus or Blizzard were feeling generous.

Rose’s grin lit up. “Thank you! I’d love that. Honestly, I need to get out.”

“Your family really that bad?” I asked as I pushed through the classroom doors.

She sighed. “Demanding, controlling, bossy bastards.”

“I hear that!” It sounded exactly like what I had to deal with at the club.

“Chelsea, I wasn’t expecting you today,” our lecturer, Mr. Davis said as he walked over from his desk.

I frowned. “I’m sorry. What?”

He dipped his eyes and scanned the piece of paper he had in his hands. “I got a letter from administration this morning saying that you’d withdrawn from this semesters papers. Is that not the case?”

I looked over at Rose, who just stared at me wide-eyed. “No, that is absolutely not right. I never …” I paused. There was only one other person who had the authority on my file to do that because he paid my fees. I gritted my teeth and hiked my backpack higher onto my shoulder. “I’ll sort it out today and be back in tomorrow.”

“I’ll take notes for you,” Rose called. I gave her a quick wave before I stormed from the classroom and headed for the parking lot, my feet slamming against the path and angry, violent thoughts clouding my head.

Asshole.

Fuckhead.

Cocksucker.

I was going to castrate him!

The drive back to the clubhouse was fast and rather erratic. I blared my horn on more than one occasion and almost flattened a little old lady on a motor scooter.

I stormed down the hallway toward Optimus’ office. I knew he was there, and he was about to get a piece of my mind.

Optimus was the president of the Athens chapter of the Brothers by Blood Motorcycle Club. The club were outlaws of the sexiest kind. They rode Harley’s, owned clubs and strip joints and were the ultimate alpha males. The Brothers by Blood lived by their own set of rules with leadership and ranks amongst them. They were dangerous, intimidating, and bad to the bone, but most of all they cared about their family and their brotherhood.

I threw the office door open with enough force that the pictures on the wall rattled and threatened to fall. Optimus may be quiet, brooding and hard to understand, but one thing everyone knew about him was that he was proud of his family – blood and brothers alike. And because of that, his office was filled with framed pictures. It was like a gallery of his life.

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” I boomed in the small space.

His head was down as he studied some type of papers, but he lifted only his eyes to look at me, his gaze so intense a weaker woman would have crumbled.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, coming in here and screeching at me,” he said slowly, menacingly. “I may have had my dick in you, but don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

I forced my feet to stay glued to the floor and not retreat like they were desperately fighting to do. I cared about Optimus and I respected his position in the club, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. It was unfair and uncalled for.

I held my shoulders back. “You canceled my college papers?”

He sat straight, taking his time as he folded those thick sexy arms across his chest and narrowed his chocolate brown eyes at me. “Since I pay for them, I believe that’s well within my rights.” His voice was smooth and calm like he was asking me to lose it – challenging me.

“One semester, Optimus! Not even six months and I’ll be done. What the hell?”

“We’ve got trouble brewing. In case you’ve forgotten – it’s my job to protect this club and the people in it. I’ve got men everywhere, and with Caleb gone, I’m a man down. I can’t have someone on you.” His voice softened a little but still left no room for argument.

We’d had some drama with the club over the last few weeks. My best friend and former club girl, Harmony, had been claimed by Kit—the president of another Brothers by Blood chapter from down south. She’d been taken—a long story with slave traders and abusive long lost fathers. When the brothers went to retrieve her, one of our boys, Caleb—who was fondly named Shield—protected Kit and lost his life in the process.

I had thought the drama was over, but never a dull moment and all that.

“Optimus, you can’t do that. I’m almost done and if you cancel my papers for this semester, I’ll have to resit next year.” I felt tears brimming in my eyes. School meant a lot to me. I wanted to be there. The club girl lifestyle wasn’t everything to me like it was for some of the other girls. They intended on sticking around for a long time—some with Old Lady ambitions. Others, just too lazy to go out and search for a real job. Drinking someone else’s alcohol and fucking a bunch of sexy bad boys was just too easy.

For me, it was a way to fill the time and have fun, a way to get by while I was getting my degree. But one day I wanted something more.

I hoped the club would still be a part of my life—they had become important to me. But I wouldn’t be a club girl forever.

“It’s already done,” he said, picking up a stack of papers off his desk and focusing on them.

Stubborn bastard. Let’s see how you like this.

“You pay my school fees in return for what I do here at the club.” I paused for a minute, letting that sink in.

His brow creased and he looked back up at me with a snarl. “Chelsea … I’m not playing games.”

“You ain’t paying my fees, fine. I’ll get my stuff. I need to find a job so that I can.” I pulled the door shut behind me as I stormed from the room.

“Chelsea!”

I ignored his bellowing and headed straight for my bedroom. There were six club girls who lived here permanently. Where we lived was an old hotel that the men had renovated and done up. Us club girls, each had our own rooms on the first floor—easy access for the men. They each had a private room upstairs. Sometimes it felt kind of like a college dorm space and I was living a college girl’s wet dream. I get a free education and I get to screw a group of fine ass bad boy bikers with tattoos.

Unfortunately for me, there’s one biker in particular that drives both my body and my mind crazy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I smiled to myself as I opened my bedroom door to see, said biker, gripping my doorframe and scowling.

“That shit ain’t funny, Chel.”

“Who the fuck’s laughing? Since you’re not paying my school fees, I need to find a way to do just that. So I’m heading out to find a job.” I threw my handbag over my shoulder and moved to pass him, but his large body blocked the doorway in its entirety. “Excuse me.”

He moved toward me, his eyes burning through my skin, holding all kinds of promises behind them. I stepped back as he continued to come at me, stalking me. His motorcycle club cut fit snugly over his shoulders and with only a white wife beater underneath, it clearly showed off the intricate tattoos that decorated his biceps and forearms with little room to spare.

The back of my knees hit the bed and I reacted, my hands reaching out and gripping onto his waist to steady myself.

Optimus was the king of intimidation. He was as big and he was scary and he knew just how to use both of those traits to get what he wanted.

“Do you have any idea what kind of danger you’d be in by going out alone, without an escort?” he growled.

“I went out this morning without one.” I protested, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew they were wrong. If things were as bad as they seemed, he wouldn’t let me leave without someone tailing me. I sighed. “Who was it?”

“Ham.”

Ham was a prospect, a very new prospect who’d only joined the club a month or so ago. Prospects got the low gutter jobs, the ones that no one else wanted and because they wanted their full patch so desperately, they did them—no questions asked or complaints. There wasn’t a set amount of time that you had to be a prospect, it was all about proving yourself and proving your loyalty to the club.

“Damn, that kid’s good. Like a fucking ninja,” I muttered. Being with the Brothers for the last few years I’d learned to tell when someone was following me. Just another of the lessons that you learn when you’re part of the club, but you know you aren’t going to have any use for when you leave.

“No other job.”

And there we were again.

“Why? You’ve barely even paid me any notice since Harmony left. What does it matter if I leave?” I challenged him and he hated it.

He turned me, controlling my movements and forced me to walk backward. The door slammed behind me and I was quickly forced against it, Optimus’ body pressed securely against mine. “Doesn’t mean I want you to fucking die. Do you understand the terms, danger and trouble, college girl? I’m not doing this shit for fun. I’m doing it to keep your sexy little ass safe.”

His light bristles tickled my neck as he skimmed it with his lips. Just with that one movement, I wanted to give in and he knew it. This was my Optimus. This was the man I got to see that no one else did. The man I’d fallen for. I badly wanted to let go and be with him after he’d spent the last week pushing me to the side. But negotiations had just begun and I wasn’t about to give up on something that I wanted and needed so badly.

“I’ll do some classes online, but there’s one I can’t. I have to be at class twice a week.” I bargained, breathing heavily and slipping my hand up under his shirt. I followed the light trail of hair up to his belly button, my hand spread wide, covering his tight, ripped stomach.

Optimus worked out—a lot. He used to fight quite a bit before his father died and he took over the club. Now he hardly ever gets in the ring.

He nipped at my throat. “You don’t leave the compound without a man. If one’s not available, you don’t go to class.”

I stretched my head to the side, prompting him to continue. His hands skimmed the waistband of my jeans, teasing me and forcing us even closer. “Okay, okay. Deal.”

He tasted my skin one last time with a soft kiss and then stepped back. “Good.” I was shocked by the sudden coldness and moved out of the way as he reached for the door handle. “And Chelsea, don’t forget who runs this club. I won’t be talked to like that by you, or any other club whore.”

He pulled the door closed. The bang sounded almost like a gunshot. It could have been with the way that his words sliced through my heart. It ached and I wanted to cry.

Optimus had always made me feel like something more. He’d made it clear that he wouldn’t be claiming me, but he’d never made me feel worthless either. I’d even heard him talk to others about how Harmony and I were more than just pussy, more than just a hole to fuck—that the men here loved us and genuinely cared about us.

I gripped my purse in my hand and threw it to the side. It hit the wall with a thump and I leaned back against the bedroom door again, sliding to the floor.

Maybe my time here was coming to an end.

When it came to Chelsea, I lost all self-control.

I’d spent the last week doing everything possible to keep my distance from her. I’d spent time at the strip club. I’d tried to entertain myself with Lou Lou—one of the other club whores. I’d even spent a couple nights with my own damn hand, hoping that anything and everything would take off the edge.

Fucking useless.

I was stuck on her.

And I had no idea what the hell I was going to do about it.

A couple days and Sugar would be here with Harlyn—my pride and joy, my baby girl. I wasn’t sure how Chelsea was going to react to that surprise, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I didn’t blame her. I’d never promised her anything and while we’d never had an exclusive relationship, it wasn’t unknown that I had feelings for her that went further than just sex. She was beautiful, funny, and all kinds of crazy, but I fucking loved it. She made me feel good, she made me smile. I could be me around her, I didn’t have to be ‘Optimus the Club President’ who not only had to worry about himself but every single person who was part of the MC.

I threw the door to my office open and it slammed back against the wall, much like I had just scolded Chelsea for doing.

“Having a bad day, Prez?”

I threw the door closed again before delivering a sharp glare to my Vice President, Blizzard.

“Get the hell out of my chair, motherfucker.”

He was reclined in my chair, his shit kickers propped up on the desk in front of him and his fingers laced behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. Blizzard was one of the most laid back guys I had ever met—the perfect man to be my VP.

He balanced me out.

People saw me as serious, scary and intense.

It was true. I was all those things. But I never used to be.

I had a hell that smoldered away inside me. It was just embers now. My fire, my light—that shit had been doused years ago. I’d lost my father, and the girl who I thought I would spend my life with both within a week. One, because I’d put my love for a woman before my club, and the other because once that fire was out, the embers that burned were only enough to fuel my revenge. There was nothing left for anyone else.

And if I was being honest, I was not sure there was even now.

I’d made mistakes back then, and it would be a dark day in hell before I repeated them.

I walked around and shoved Blizzard’s feet off my desk. They landed with a thud on the floor and he used the momentum to shift his body from my chair.

“So I’ll take that as a resounding yes?”

“Take a hike,” I muttered as I took my seat again.

“You actually cancel her college papers?” I clenched my fist and looked up. Blizzard was standing in the center of the room with his arms folded across his chest. He had an unusually stern expression on his face. I didn’t answer him, but he didn’t need me to. He had obviously heard it all. “Chel’s different, Op. You know that, I know that, all the boys fucking know that. She’s sexy as hell and smarter than your average club whore. What are you trying to do?”

I slammed my fist on the table, but Blizz didn’t even flinch. “I’m protecting her, just like I’m trying to do for all you other assholes here. We have the Mafia on our asses. Or does everyone keep forgetting that?”

“Protecting her or forcing her hand? You think if you force her to resit she’ll be around for just a little while longer.”

I ground my teeth together.

I wanted to get up and punch him in the face. But what he said was the truth. I kept telling myself I did it because I was protecting her—that not allowing her to leave the compound was in her best interests. But I knew … I knew as soon as she finished her papers that she’d be gone, finding a way to use her degree and I knew I wasn’t ready to let her go.

I didn’t know if I’d ever be ready to let her go. But as far as I was concerned, being with me would only bring her danger and thinking about losing her too was enough to break me.

I’d forced myself to stay away from her the last week. We had a rat in the club. One of the Mafia’s own. Target had gotten to Harmony and put her in the worst kind of trouble as he attempted to take down the club using what he called one of our biggest weaknesses—our women.

While they valued family, women within the Italian Mafia were always to be seen and never heard. Things were slightly different with women inside the club. Sure we had the club whores, the strippers, and the hang arounds, but when we cared about a woman, we treasured and honored her like she deserved.

The bastard had informed us of his plan, including the fact that he’d known of my feelings for Chelsea and that she was the original aim before Harmony got in the way of his plans. Not only that, but that even if he didn’t make it the plan would still be in place, plus the added bonus of them coming to avenge his death.

I put Target down, but not before Harmony had taken her frustrations out on him with a baseball bat.

“You need to hurry up and choose, Op,” Blizzard said, shaking his head. “You know she’d stay in a second if you just admit how you feel.”

“She’s already on the DePalma’s radar. We don’t know who’s watching us. I need to keep as far away from her as possible. It’s the only way that she might possibly be left alone.”

He shook his head again and headed for the door. “Cool, I’ll go see if she wants to come up to my room then. Maybe that will throw them off the scent even more.”

Just hearing him say the words made me both want to vomit and smash his head in. I tightened my lips and gripped the side of my desk so hard I thought it may actually crumble in my hands.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“And you’re a dumbass.”

All I could do was stare as he closed the door behind him. I knew he wasn’t going to go after Chelsea. Not only was Blizzard my VP, but he was also my best friend. As cliché as it sounds, a lot of the time he knew me better than I knew myself, as he’d just proven.

My head told me I was doing the right thing. Being associated with me left her wide open. People would target her, just so they could get to me so I pushed her away, keeping her at a distance. I should just let her leave the club, but then my heart throws in his two cents and I can’t bear the thought of not having her near.

I was tearing myself in two—a jagged rift splitting me down the center.

I knew I was hurting her.

I was hurting me too.

One day things were going to tear completely, and I’d be left with a decision to make. Tell her how I feel and risk someone taking her from me forever, or let her leave and crush the both of us but keep her safe.

I looked to my left and found my father’s picture taking pride of place in the center of my office wall.

“I wish you were here,” I whispered. “Fuck, do I wish you were here.”