“You do that,” I growled over my shoulder.
Logan started chuckling. “that was fucking great.”
Little prick.
He wasn’t the only one who found this amusing. Tanner was staring at me with a stupid fucking gleam in his eyes. I suddenly missed Naomi’s bitchy face. These two bastards were the epitome of arrogant, idiot, duchebags. Strutting around and flashing their shit like goddamn peacocks. At least I got a view with Naomi. An ass like that almost made it worth hearing the shit that spewed out of her mouth.
That was a thought I would come to regret a couple hours later when I got conned into a double date, and I kissed her. I wanted to shut her the fuck up. Instead, I couldn’t get the way she tasted out of my mind.
Fucking peaches should not be so erotic.
Chapter 3
Chase
Itook a swig of my beer, letting the cool liquid flow down my throat. A normal day in Miami was hot as fuck, but when we were in the middle of a heatwave, I wondered what the MC racket was like in Alaska. At least then, I wouldn’t be sweating my balls off. And no, I didn’t fucking dress for the weather. I didn’t give a shit how hot it was. No one on God’s green earth was going to make me trade in my jeans for a pair of shorts. Fuck, God should consider himself lucky that my leather jacket was hanging off the back of my chair. My niece Riley went almost two years before she saw me without the beanie on my head. She screamed and ran away. Hadn’t said much for my morning look.
I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat. Tanner slumped back and released his hundredth groan while Mannix wiped his forehead with a black bandana. He was one of the toughest motherfuckers I knew, and right now, he looked like a beaten-down child. I had to give props to the sun for that. Mannix had been shot, stabbed, even run over. Know what that fucker did after a car rolled over his body? He walked himself into the closest emergency room and collapsed.
Tanner was thirteen at the time and had his jaw wired shut. Every time he tried to ask the nurse for Maverick Jones room, it came out Mannix, hence the nickname. Which Mannix hated, mostly because Tanner walked around the clubhouse proclaiming himself as Mannix’ daddy. Because as he put it, ‘Kids got their names from their parents.’It was a miracle the kid made to adult years.
“The bitches cunt I was in last night wasn’t as hot as this,” Tanner whined. “How long do we have to sit here?”
“Quit fucking bitching and have another beer.”
Can’t say I blamed the kid. I was fucking bitchy too. Anyone would be if they were stuck sitting here, watching the Chinese laundry across the street. In that time, I’d come to two conclusions. First was the fact that my brother’s man might’ve been full of shit–‘questioning’aside–and, I was never going into the laundry business. In three hours, only one person had gone in the building.
“Ugh,” Tanner groaned and slumped back in his chair, “I could be face first between firm thighs, but no, I have to sit here and watch this boring ass shit.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mannix grumbled while once again wiping the sweat off his ebony skin, “or I’m gonna send your prissy ass back to that dumpster you were living in.”
“Is it too much to ask for some fucking air conditioning?” Tanner muttered under his breath and angrily swallowed back a mouthful of beer.
“We’re on the patio Princess. You want cabana boys fanning your ass, go to the fucking beach.” Mannix shook his head and grumbled, “Fucking prissy ass town, bitching up our boys.”
I’d like to argue with him, but I couldn’t. Ashen Springs was an uptight town of privileged bitches. There was one thing he got wrong, though. Tanner wasn’t the one that got soft. I did. I spent so much time taking care of my niece that I ignored everything else. Like the secret society fucks that ran that town, one of which Riley was dating. Not only that, but she was in love with him. My niece got kidnapped because some jackass was involved in shady shit, and I couldn’t dust his ass because she’d hate me. Wouldn’t be a problem if I killed the prick before any of this shit happened.
And what did her father do when all this was going down? Fucking nothing. Derek was sheriff now and about as useful as a lead boat, couldn’t even rally his boys in time. Mine, however, didn’t hesitate. They didn’t ask why I let them think I was dead for eight years–they just rode into town, ready to go. Not a single one blamed me for abandoning them or what my brother did to the club. But I blamed myself.
Tanner slammed his beer on the table and stood up. “Fuck this.”
“Where the fuck are you going?” I asked as he began to saunter away.
He looked back at me and smirked, “To find out what Jax is hiding in there.”
My brother didn’t just fuck over the Lost Souls; he practically demolished them. Wiped out anyone that wouldn’t convert and then merged those who did with our rivals–Hell’s Reapers. Mannix and Beast tried to rebuild, but the Lost Souls were nowhere near what they used to be. That shit was about to change. I was back now, and if it killed me, I’d return my brothers to their rightful place.
The first step in doing that was to take out the competition. Mainly, my brother. We took out supply lines, turned alliances, and fucked up shipments. Hence the Chinese laundry. During a ‘questioning’ session, one of Jax’s men reluctantly told us about a few places used as fronts. For what? We had no idea. Fucker didn’t get that far. We sure as hell were going to find out, though.
Without missing a beat, Tanner sauntered across the street like he owned the place and swung open the door to the Chinese laundry.
“That prick is going to get us killed,” Mannix growled when he shot us a wink and disappeared inside.
“Don’t underestimate him. You’d be amazed what he can get chicks to tell him.”
There was something to be said about charm. Tanner went from a scrawny little shit to a cocky prick that women fell over. Fucker just had to run his hand through his sandy hair, shoot them a smile, and they’d offer up their firstborn. I’d only met one other guy that could pull that kind of shit off, and of course, he was dating my niece’s best friend. Who I’d also watched grow up. Needless to say, I was not impressed by those secret society fucks.
“You act like the prick has a magic cock.”
