After swimming and floating in the pool for about an hour I took a nap until about 8pm. I woke up sunburnt. Nice

I dug out my toiletries and took a shower and shaved. When I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and one on my hair. After I dried off I put a big oversized tee shirt on and went looking for Lana with my hair still in a towel.

Her room was down the hall the other way and to the right. I stopped and knocked on her door before I opened it "Lana?" I called peaking my head inside

"In here!" I could hear a muffled call that sounded like it came from the closet.

Before I got to the door she popped out "here wear this" she put a scrap of material in my hands.

I held up the tight-short, black spaghetti strap dress. It looked like it would barely cover my ass.

"Um absolutely not" I protest giving it back to her.

"Jesus Christ Hailey!" She throws he hands in the air waving the black scrap in her hand.

"You've been living in Hell for months. Let it go for one night. Put on a pretty dress, do your hair and make up, have a couple drinks and have a little fun! I'm not asking you to make a night full of bad decisions. Ya know what?" She took both my shoulders and looked at me "fuck Ryan Hailey. He doesn't know where you are or where I moved to. Right now you're free to just let it go. Make a new start" she spoke with a soft voice

I let out a heavy sigh. She's right. I know eventually I won't be able to run forever but tonight I'm free "give it to me" I say with a smile.

Her red lips pull into a huge pearly white grin "there she is! Get going, we're out of here in 30 minutes" she said handing me the dress.

I went into my room and slipped on the dress. It wasn't as short of as I thought, it went mid-thigh, however there was no way I could wear underwear with this. I dug around in my bag until I found a red thong about a big as a piece of dental floss and slipped it on.

I walked into the bathroom off of my room and did a turn in the mirror, no panty lines. Good

I kept my long, dark-brown hair down and just put some waves around my face. Keeping the makeup simple, I applied some bronzer and light nude eye shadow with a pop of gloss on my lips.

I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, the sad brown eyes looked back at me.

Who am I?

The woman looking back at me was attractive by most standards. 5'5" with a good body and a pretty face. Having been told by multiple men in her life that she was beautiful, gorgeous, hot, good tits, nice ass but never once anything about who she was.

I scowled back at myself. I still don't know who I am or what I want. The one and only thing I know right now is, I'll never go back to Colorado; or Ryan.

"You look beautiful" Lana says behind me as she looks at me in the mirror.

"Thank you. So do you!" I say as I see what she is wearing in the mirror, tight black leather pants and a black spaghetti strap crop top. Her long blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail and a full face of makeup.

"Let's go. I haven't seen Ghost for about five days and he will be at the club any time now" she tells me as she rushes me out of the bathroom.

I grab my black purse and followed her out the door. That's all I had because I don't have a phone. I didn't want Ryan to find me so I'll get a new one tomorrow before my interview.

As we drove down the strip in her little convertible white Mercedes, a gift I'm sure from Ghost, I actually felt my spirit lift as the warm fresh air of the night cleared my head.

The bright lights of the strip were amazing. All the casinos were huge and each one took up a whole block or more. We left the main strip and went to old town Vegas on Fremont street to club that said Gentlemens club in blue neon. Girls-Girls-Girls in pink neon blinked next to it.

How cliché

I rolled my eyes "are you fuckin serious? We're going into a strip club?"

"Oh my God calm down. We're just meeting here, we won't be here long. No one will bother you in here anyway, lots of woman actually come here to pick up the club guys, but you'll be by me and Ghost so, you'll be fine. Come on" she says getting out.

I get out quickly and hurry behind her into the door of the club. She greets the bouncer on the way in "Hey Steve, this is Hailey"

He nods as we pass by the doorway and into the small smokey club. There was of course a dancer on stage twirling on a pole. A loud commotion of deep male voices rang from the back room that Lana was heading towards. I could feel my stomach fall into my ass as my nerves hit me. I got the biggest feeling of...I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it out when a red curtain opens to reveal about 15 big guys covered in tattoos on couches or standing around the room.

Some of them have jean jackets on with leather vests over it that shows the patches of the club they belong to. Others just in tee shirt with their leather vest. My heart jumps in my chest. I knew this was a bad idea. They are the real deal, a hard riding Motorcycle club and all that implies.

"Baby!" Lana exclaims as she runs over to Ghost, jumping up on him, practically sucking his face off.

I just stand there very out of place, not moving a muscle, but my eyes scan the room. Most of these guys are no older than their late thirties, forties maybe? All of them tattooed, rugged looking and loud. Jesus were they loud.

Finally she peals herself off Ghost's 6'4" frame and walks back over with him. They are both clinging to each other like crazy.

"Baby this is my friend Hailey that I told you about. Hailey this Ghost"

"Hey" his gruff voice gruff voice greeted me. If that's what you could call it.

"Hi"

I looked up to his face. He was actually pretty cute under his hard exterior. Longer, dark-blonde hair that was messy, but it worked on him. He had killer green eyes and stubble along his jaw. I noticed on his leather vest it had two patches:

V President

Men of Mayhem

He gave me a little smirk, then his eyes looked past me at the same time Lana's did so of course I turned around.

A very high strung kid came up to us rambling that he needed Ghost immediately. His leather vest read: PROSPECT

That was it.

"Grab a drink baby I'll be right back" Ghost said as he kissed Lana hard before he walked off in a whirlwind.

"Whoa. That was intense" I said as we were left standing there.

"Yep. Let's grab a drink" she said taking my hand and leading me out to the main room for a drink at the bar.

"What do you want?" She asked as she stood at the bar

" Moscow mule" I tell her, standing with my back against the wood bar top, watching the crowd. She called over to the bartender and was ordering the drinks when I noticed a super hot guy come in the front door with a vest on.

"Who's that?" I nudge Lana

She gave me her throaty laugh "That is God himself, Cole Thomas, the President of the Nevada Chapter of Satan's Slayers. Come on, I'll introduce you" she said with our drinks already heading towards him

"NO! Lana-

Too late he'd already stopped to talk to her. His eyes fell to me and he ran his eyes down my body and back up.

Run...Run

"Cole this is my very good friend Hailey, she will be staying with me for awhile" she smirked as she said that and I wanted to slap her. What was she trying to do?

"Hailey Scott, this is Cole Thomas"

"Hi darlin" he said giving me a wink, his voice was deep and sexy, His patches read:

President

Men Of Mayhem

"Hey"