Lovestruck or c*ntstruck?
Neither, I’m never letting a woman that close to me. I’ve seen what the Callaghan Curse has done to my uncles and I know for sure that my mom was one in a million. I’ll stick to going on runs and fucking biker bitches. Now there’s rats in my club and a web of lies being woven around me, I can’t afford to lose my head over a piece of ass.
There’s no way I’m being ‘struck.
No way I’m losing everything to a stripper.
With a fake ID in one hand and the keys to my dead daddy’s Chevy in the other, I roll up into Coldstone with a plan. Get a job, finish college, and never rely on anyone for anything.
Problem is the only thing I can sell is my body.
The stage of the strip club becomes a safe haven. No one can touch me there and the MC is brutal in how they protect their girls.
I was never expecting to find a biker of my own, especially one who’s made a name for himself amongst the other strippers by fucking them all.
Well, seems like he’s shit out of luck.
He can’t have me.
One of the things I absolutely love about these books are the overlap between them. I definitely recommend starting with the Hannaford Prep Series followed by The Butcher of Bay Duology.
The Unseen MC in Coldstone owns The Boulevard, one of the best strip clubs around. This is where Angel wants to work, they will uphold her no touch rule, at least she hopes so. She has a goal, enough money to get a place to live and pay for her college. Then she’ll quit and do something else to put food on the table.
Tomi and Rue are in charge of the club although they don’t spend a lot of time there right now. Speck over looks the club and keeps tabs on everything. He’s a Callahan but not yet patched in. There’s some new players to us, young and old. First is Keeley, Tomi’s Mom. Then there’s Trink, she’s Tomi’s sister and Poe’s best friend. Poe is Thorn’s sister and if you remember from ‘To the End’ Poe is also the Wolf’s half-sister. There’s another brother in there but I’m not saying anything about that yet. Then there’s the twins Lawson and Lyndon, they are Harbin’s son’s, we found out about them in ‘The Butcher of the Bay’.
Angel’s dancing rakes in the cash and one of the patched members approaches her thinking she has to do what he wants.
This is a favorite scene.
I’m not expecting my whole goddamn life to change.But it does. It’s a busy night and by the time I finish my first dance and make it out to the locker room my legs are practically shaking underneath me. I picked a hard routine to start with but one I know the clients here go crazy for and sure enough, there’s a whole fucking lot of green in my hands.
I’m stashing it away in my locker when someone grabs my elbow, wrenching me around to face them.
It’s a biker, one I recognize from the crowd at my stage but I’ve never spoken to him before. He’s wasted, swaying slightly, but the look on his face is trouble. Big fucking trouble for me.
He reeks of stale beer and cigarettes and I choke back a gag, the stink of it coating the back of my throat like it’ll never leave me.
He smirks and reaches out to grab a piece of my hair, wrapping it around his fumbling fingers. “I’ve had my eye on you, pretty little birdie.”
The gag comes back in full force, no choking that shit back. “I don’t do extra. Please don’t touch me.” He smirks at me and he’s like all my fucking nightmares come true with his crooked nose and yellowed teeth. “Club property, bitch. You’ll do extra if I want you to.”
He moves fast for a man who can barely fucking walk, his hand reaching out to grab my throat.
I hear Speck shout from down the hallway but instinct kicks in and I slam the heel of my palm into the drunk biker’s nose, the crunch of it breaking is the most satisfying sound.
He lets me go with a roar, blood pouring out of his face, but he recovers quickly and lurches at me. I stumble back, ready to run the fuck out of this place and never come back, but Speck gets to him before he can lay another finger on me.
He takes him down to the ground, restraining him but he doesn’t try to hit him at all.
I’m a little disappointed.
“No fucking touching her, asshole! Fuck, keep your head together before it gets you into the shit.”
“She’s a fucking stripper! I can have her if I want!”
The biker bucks and tries to throw Speck off but the prospect is too strong for him, easily pinning his arms down and holding him to the ground.
“What you want for your dick isn’t going to jeopardize club business. Find another pussy to pump.”
The biker snarls, “You don’t have a fucking patch, you can’t do this shit.”
There’s footsteps behind me as Diamond and Mel both come running, finally hearing the ruckus these two are making. Diamond immediately gets on the phone, speaking in a purr, “You better come down here, Speck’s throwing hands at Mav over the new girl. Shit ain’t good.”
Mel grabs my hand and lifts it up to the light to look at the blood and swelling already there from my jab at the biker, raising her eyebrows at me. “That’ll be Tomi. You’re kinda fucked now, Angel, you don’t ever attack one of the Unseen.”
I didn’t though.
I didn’t and Speck saw enough of the shit that went down that I should be okay… except he’s not patched in so his word probably doesn’t hold up to the other guy’s.
Diamond snaps her fingers in front of my face to get my attention. “Earth to fucking Angel, get your ass in the office! The boss is gonna be here to deal with you in a minute and I need to get Mav’s drunk ass in there too, fuck’s sake! I knew you’d be nothing but fucking trouble. Dancing here like you’re too good for extra shit, you fucking deserve whatever you’ve got coming to you.”
Mel at least manages to look a little sorry for me but she doesn’t say a word as she moves away to grab her shit and head home. She’s never actively tried to hurt me or talk shit but she’s also never tried to talk to me again since that first night.
Even amongst strippers I’m a fucking pariah.
I take a seat in the office, nervous and sitting there in my freaking thong. Thank God my last dance was freaking themed and I have a full bra on for a little more coverage. Not a lot, but more than the fucking pasties.
Am I going to die tonight?
Worse than that… do I care?
The door swings open again and Mav stumbles through, kicking my chair like a fucking child as he passes before collapsing in one of the extra chairs lining the far wall.
I refuse to lower my gaze, totally a dumb move, but I know I’m not in the wrong. They might kill me for the sake of this guy’s pride but… I think I can accept that. He’s still bleeding, the blood trickling out of his nose at a steady pace, but he doesn’t try to clean himself up or staunch it in any way. It’s probably a macho biker thing. Jesus, could I have possibly picked a worse guy to punch?
The door opens and in walks another biker. He’s huge, tattooed, a nose ring, and piercing blue eyes. Ridiculously hot, like even my broken self kinda wants to pant after him, but also he’s clearly the type of dangerous that lands you in a shallow grave.
Yup, apparently I could’ve picked a worse guy and here he is, ready to murder me for attacking one of his brothers.
Diamond trots in after him, shaking her ass, and Jesus, where did her clothes go? A minute ago she had a corset and a thong on and now here she is, stark freaking naked. She sits down next to me, leaning towards me and I try to control my flinch away from her.
“You’re so fucked,” Diamond snickers under her breath at me, batting her lashes at the new guy. “Tomi, I’m so sorry for calling you down here for the new girl. I hope you weren’t busy.”
The guy, Tomi, smirks at her, all sex and innuendo, and I try not to gag. Anyone who likes Diamond’s charms must be a total idiot.
He doesn’t look my way at all, just surveys the other guy and takes a seat behind the table, rolling his shoulders out and blowing out a breath. I can see him getting ready to start a whole speech on exactly how fucked I am.
Then he looks up at me and he flinches.
The blood drains out of his face but he doesn’t say a word.
Complete freaking silence.
I frown at him, no freaking clue why he’s acting like this and Diamond looks just as confused.
“Is there something wrong?”
His eyes flash over to hers. “How long has she been here?”
Diamond shrugs. “A few weeks? I told you I was hiring someone I didn’t want to but you sided with Speck, remember?”
Tomi leans back in his chair but he still has the look on his face like he’s been stabbed in the gut. I keep my mouth firmly shut.
Mav gets pissed off and starts running his mouth. “Who gives a fuck how long she’s been here, she’s a fucking deranged cunt! Broke my fucking nose, the dirty little bitch. Should bury her or at the very least kick her ass outta here.”
Speck scoffs from the door and Tomi sends him a dark look. “You got something to add to this little story?”
The man I’m starting to think of as a friend steps forward and smirks at Tomi. “As a matter of fact, I do. Mav grabbed Angel by the throat after she told him she wouldn’t be servicing his shriveled up shrimp dick. My words, not hers. She was a fucking lady about it. But, the way I see it, the girls here are club property and this asshole was tryna damage the biggest fucking money earner we’ve got. Self defense isn’t a fucking attack and Mav’s just being a little fucking bitch.”
I swallow hard. I know he’s trying to help but I feel like he’s just made the entire situation worse.
Mav raises bloodshot eyes and snarls, “You worthless piece of shit, you don’t get to tell me what’s right for this club! You ain’t even in it!”
Tomi stares at me like he wants to set fire to my corpse. I try not to squirm under that dark glare of his but after a beat too long he turns his eyes up to Speck’s. Something passes between them, some sort of telepathic conversation, and then Tomi finally speaks.
“Speck isn’t patched in but he’s still a Callaghan and he was put in charge of watching the girls here. If he says don’t touch her, then you don’t fucking touch her.”
“Siding with your fucking blood, fucking typical egotistical—”
“Finish that fucking sentence, Maverick. Finish it and it’ll be the last words you speak because Speck might not have the patch yet but I do and I’ll gladly slit your fucking throat for thinking with your dick and not your brain about club shit. The girls here are assets, not fucking toys. Get out and sleep it off, don’t fucking come back.”
Diamond huffs under her breath but everyone ignores her as Mav walks out. Tomi’s eyes swing back over to me and I’m pinned to the fucking chair under that gaze. “Everyone out.”
When I shift forward he snaps, “Not you.”
Oh God. Oh fucking hell, I’m dead after all.
His lip curls at me and… is that disgust on his face right now? Disgust at a stripper from a man who runs the club and, rumor has it, has fucked every other girl here?
“Do you know how to speak?”
I nod and then say, “I only hit him in self defense. I’ll never do that kind of shit again, just so long as no one touches me.”
If possible, he looks even fucking angrier. “So you’re happy to sell your body but not follow through with those promises?”
I don’t get what the hell he means. “I’m here to dance on a stage. I was clear during my interview about what I would and wouldn’t do.”
He scoffs. “Sure. Let’s see if you can keep to that, Angel.”
The sarcasm that drips from the words is like acid, burning me right down to my soul. What the hell could I have possibly done to this guy?
I hesitate and he snarls at me, “Get your ass outta my fucking sight.”
That gets me moving, my legs working on autopilot to get me away from his anger. Jesus, what a fucking mess.
Bree, J. Angel Unseen: An Unseen MC Novel. Kindle Locations (686-765). Kindle Edition.
After the incident with Maverick, Tomi starts spending more time at the Club, he knows the Callahan curse has ‘struck’ but he can’t give in to it. There’s a lot of other stuff going on in the MC and with Rue’s father King, the prez, out of jail finally it’s going to be an adjustment for everyone. More important there are rats in the MC and they have to smoke them out.
Angel kinda gets in the middle of things, when she becomes friends with Poe by tutoring her.
Plenty of hold your breath action, intertwined with suspense, fun, and tears as Tomi and Angel begin a sizzling relationship. Oh and there’s plenty bloodshed too.
With the ending, I have a feeling we’ll see much more of the Unseen MC, I’m just not sure in what context, on it’s own or within another.
5 Contented Purrs for J.
J Bree is a dreamer, writer, mother, farmer, and cat-wrangler.
The order of priorities changes daily. She lives on a small farm in a tiny rural town in Australia that no one has ever heard of.
She spends her days dreaming about all of her book boyfriends, listening to her partner moan about how the wine grapes are growing, and being a snack bitch to her two kids.
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