Luna’s Shadow (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 5)

to looking after considering she’s a hermit. From the security system Nerd had set up at her place, we know her routine. It’s been the same from the day she moved in and started her job at the school.
Work, home, and repeat. When she goes to the store, she’s there less than an hour then it’s back to the apartment where she stays cooped up until the next time she needs to go out.
I swear the woman is a shell only going through the motions and not living. I wouldn’t have a problem with letting her family have her back but then again, none of them knew she was missing until well after she was taken.
“That may be Tracker’s reason for going but in reality, he’s going because at the end of the night he gets to have drunken sex, after a good night of being worked up watching me dance,” Victoria proclaims.
“And this is why your ass has been dubbed PIMA.” I grumble, giving Victoria a pained look. “I don’t want to hear this shit. You’re like my sister, do not need visuals of you bumpin’ uglies.”
“Oh, whatever,” she mutters as she rolls her eyes. “You’re coming with us and I’m not taking no for an answer. You don’t come, I’ll be sure to add your name along with anyone else who doesn’t come with us to the list for advertising a Chippendale night at the Dolly’s Playhouse.”
“Don’t even fucking try it,” Tracker commands from behind his ol’ lady as he pulls her into his embrace.
“Oh, I will. Believe me when I say this. When have you ever known me to go back on my word?” Victoria demands as she tilts her head to look up at Tracker.
“Doesn’t matter, Vi. You do that shit, I’ll put you over my knee and you won’t sit for a solid week without feeling my hand against your ass.” Fuck, I do not want to be hearing this shit.
Not just because the image in my head causes my dick to twitch but only the slightest. Once it realizes it’s Victoria the damn thing goes limp again.
Shit.
“I’m out of here. If I come and show my face, will that get your ass off my back?” I ask, begrudgingly.
“Yep, that will be fine. Two of Luna’s friends she works with will be bringing her to the club we’re all going to so just show up, be there when we surprise her then you can leave.” Smiling at me Victoria leans further into Tracker’s body and goes on to tell me which club to meet them at.
Great some uptight dance club. Not my scene that’s for fuckin’ sure. If I want to go to a club, I normally make the trip to Twister’s club, stay the weekend, and go to a club that’s exclusive for only those who are willing to pay the top dollar prices. Tainted X is one of the best in the state for my particular tastes and when I get the need to go, it’s when I make my trips down.
Sometimes I’ll even go and stay at the room I have there rather than at the DRMC Franklin Charter clubhouse. Granted all my brothers know about my tastes in what I do, only one ol’ lady knows a smidge of it.
Rachel.
Thank fuck she knows how to keep her mouth shut about it. Not that I give a fuck, but I don’t need the others asking me questions or whatnot about it. Better yet thinking I need an ol’ lady of my own so they can get the deets on the shit I do to the women I fuck.
The clubwhores around the clubhouse don’t even experience the shit I do. Well, besides me being commanding and not letting them do anything they want. They’re not allowed to touch, kiss, or speak while I’m fuckin’ them. I also command when they come.
“Fine, see you there.” Leaving the two of them, I head out of the clubhouse and stroll over to my bike. Figure I have time, I can go for a spin on the bike before going to this shit for Luna.
Not that I have anything against the woman, I simply don’t find her interesting in anyway. Other than watching out for her for her pops, I don’t want anything to do with her. She is completely boring and predictable. Definitely not my kind of woman that’s for sure.
I like my women to be wild where I get to tame them, become their leash that controls their wild they have within them. And Luna is the most uninteresting and dull woman I’ve ever met.
Now to just get her out of my head is the next step.

Chapter Three
Luna
“Chick, let’s get a move on and get our groove on,” Charlotte yells over the thumping music as we enter the club.
I do my best to keep up with them and at the same time try to fight off a panic attack from the noise surrounding me.
Earlier, they’d showed up right on time, a shopping bag in one hand and takeout in the other. Over Chinese they jabbered about and giggled over things at school and with some of our other friends. How Lila was going to be meeting up with us once her babysitter got to her house.
With takeout consumed both women took it upon themselves to do my hair and makeup making sure my eyes were smokey and my hair was curled exactly right. Thankfully, they didn’t put lipstick on my lips. Instead they’d given me a gloss that brought out the color of my already full lips.
After the torture of them giving me a makeover, I’d been pushed into my room to change. Looking at the dress laying on my bed, I thought I’d have a heart attack right then and there. The material was shorter than anything I’ve ever owned. Stripping out of the clothes I’d worn to work, I slipped on the dress and looked in the mirror.