It hadn’t taken her long to come up with her plan, and if she was able to get Robin to come downstairs, she was determined to knock that little bitch down a peg or so.

Watching the door, she ignored the stares of a couple of the men. If they were really desperate for their dicks to be sucked and fucked, they could come to her. She was tired of being the one always on her hands and knees, begging.

Being on the floor, taking cock repeatedly for nothing wasn’t how she wanted to keep living her life.

She could have been anyone, and she liked the position of the old ladies she’d seen. Not just in this club but in the few she’d visited.

Men and women feared old ladies because of who their men were. She wanted that. She wanted people to cross the road to avoid her, or to stutter in her presence.

The power was a heady feeling, and she knew the only way to get that was either through Preacher, who never went near her, or Bishop.

He was young enough and stupid enough to fall for her. However, he’d shown her how much Robin meant to him. He cared about her a great deal. She knew he was in love with Robin, and everyone adored Robin.

Her sweet tendencies. How could she do anything wrong?

Well, Milly was going to make sure she did something wrong.

As if on cue, Robin came through to the main clubhouse.

She looked out of place in her pretty white dress with roses on it. Very sweet, but that’s what the men liked. The sweetness could be seen, but the men also saw the curves on the young woman.

A couple of the club brothers took a moment to look at Robin.

She was forbidden fruit.

Young.

Sweet.

Sexy as fuck.

Even Milly could admit it. Robin had a big pair of tits and wide hips, giving the full, hourglass figure. Milly knew why her mother hated her so much, because she was every single guy’s wet dream without even trying. She didn’t vie for affection or seek out attention, and to the men, it just made her more of a trophy.

Of course, Robin was a trophy no man could have all because of Bear.

Getting to her feet, Milly smiled.

“Hey, there, I’m so sorry about what I saw earlier. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. Milly, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m a little Milly. I’m all alone. Everyone is taken. I don’t suppose you’d dance with me.”

“I … erm … have you seen Bishop?”

“I think he’s out in the courtyard. Do you want me to go and get him?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s fine.”

“Let’s dance.” Without waiting for a response, Milly took Robin onto the dance floor. The music was so fucking slow, but she danced with the young woman.

Robin kept getting distracted, and Milly knew she had to wait for the right time.