Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“She like anyone else?”
He gave me a weird look. “How you mean?”
“She look contemplative about spreading her legs for anyone else here?”
“You.” He paused. “Don’t suppose you’d—”
“No.” Wrong sister. “Give me another name.”
“Uh, she was looking at Stripes earlier today.”
Fucking hell. “Another name.”
“I caught her eyeing Machete the first day we hooked up.” He hitched his pants with a jerk and adjusted his junk. “Didn’t think of it till now. He was eyeing her back.”
Machete was quiet, and he wasn’t known for making the first move on a sweet butt. He liked to stay in the corner and see who came to him. But he didn’t seem too picky about who he sunk his dick into. Roadie was the opposite in almost every way, except the picky part.
I gave a grunt and nodded. “Go get him. Grab your two girls. Put Gloves’ sister in a room, and get that other one out of here. I don’t want her around the club for a month.”
“But—”
“Fucking now, Roadie!”
He shut up real quick and gave me a nod before making a hasty exit. The prospects gave me uneasy looks.
I didn’t usually bark commands or roar like I just had.
I gave orders, and I killed. Those were my two main functions. This was unusual, so them being uneasy made sense. I was uneasy myself, hoping not to do something that’d put the club in a bad spot. But goddammit, my patience was wearing really thin.
Machete came out a moment later, looking for me, and his eyes flickered before he headed my way. Like me, Machete was quiet when he walked anywhere. I didn’t know why, but I could tell there were a lot of haunts inside him. I knew to respect him, and if he shared, we’d be here if he needed us. Till then, we let him be quiet.
“VP.” He was one of the few who addressed me that way in our smaller group.
“We got a problem.”
“Gloves’ sister.”
I gave a nod, short and tight. “You guessing where I’m going?”
“You’d have to be deaf, blind, and in a whole other building not to know what’s going down in there. Roadie fucked up.”
“Right.”
He gave me a knowing look, but there was something else there I couldn’t quite decipher. Anticipation? I wasn’t sure. Wasn’t sure I wanted to know either.
“She’d be open to me,” he said after a moment.
“You’d do that?”
“For you.”
“The club?”
“For you.” He glanced back at The Bonfire. “In my forties. Not a bad time to take a woman.”
I cursed under my breath. “You think you can handle her?”
He flashed me a smile, and I was struck dumb for a beat. Machete didn’t like to smile, but when he did, everyone smiled with him. He gave a nod. “I can handle her just fine.”
The front door shoved open and someone screeched. The other girl, I assumed, huffed her way out, jerking her shirt to cover her stomach as she did. One of the prospects walked her to his bike.
He waved to us. “Giving her a ride home.”
The girl did not look over. She avoided everyone’s eyes, brushing her hair back.
Couldn’t say I blamed her.
Machete sighed. “The girl likes Roadie a whole lot, but she’s intrigued by me. Don’t know if it’s ’cause I’m quiet or ’cause I’m Black.”
“You sure about her? We can figure something else—”
He held a hand up, stopping me. “Ain’t no problem. I know what we’re asking Gloves to do. That means something. We ain’t all stupid like Roadie.”
“She might want to go back to him.”
“It’s not about that, though, is it?” He turned to go, but paused and looked at me. “It’s about holding her off until Gloves does what he’s gotta do.”
Right. We were assholes.
“Thanks, Machete.”
He gave another nod, then turned and went back into The Bonfire. He’d do what he needed to do, and Roadie would probably have her back in his bed within a week. No. I made a decision. Roadie and I would have a talk. Leadership didn’t weigh into who our members took to bed unless it affected the club. This would affect the club, and one of our own. That shit wouldn’t go over with anyone.
I would make sure Roadie was aware of that fact.
“Prospect.”
Another one had come out to replace the one giving the girl a ride home. Both looked over when I called, but I only needed one to do my bidding.
“Call Stripes out here.”
One of them disappeared, and Stripes came back out thirty seconds later.
“What’s up, VP?” He gave me a wary look. He was the other member who referred to me by that title.
“Take Roadie out to the T. I’ll meet you there. We need to have a talk away from the others.”
Understanding flashed in his gaze, along with satisfaction.
That gave me more pause about this guy.
He nodded. “Sounds good. Should I tell him I saw some fine tits out there to get him away or tell him you’ll be waiting for him?”