He groans. “Don’t look at me like that.” He shakes his head. “I’m out of here.”
Eleven
Pretty Little Lie
Axle
I’m an asshole... If I were a better person, I’d quit this now, but I’m not a better person. I’ve gotten a taste of her, and now I’m hooked. She’s addictive, and I feel high every second I’m with her. Every moment with her feels exhilarating, like an intoxicating rush I can’t escape. I’m not giving that up. I’m going to hang on to her as long as I can.
I thought she’d be boring, make me go to church, get angry every time I cussed, but she’s a cool chick. She’s like a breath of fresh air. I don’t kiss women, but my mouth waters thinking about the taste of her. Those seductive eyes when I smacked her ass...oh shiiit. I just wanted to drag her ass up to her room, but she’s not that type of girl. The thought of getting between those creamy thighs, devouring her... giving her what she’s never experienced... I’m hard. I groan... My dick and balls are going to be aching every time I see her.
I gently run the cloth over my bike. The front door creaks open, and Viper’s voice cuts through the air. “Axle, church!”
After draping the cloth over the bucket, I walk inside. The door swings open to reveal Viper waiting for me.
“What happened this morning?” he asks.
I grind my teeth. “Some drunk put his hands on Elena. She looked terrified, and I lost it...” I shake my head, trying to get the frightened look on her face out of my mind. I feel an immediate impulse to hit that guy again.
“I gathered”—he smirks—“by the blood that was pouring out of the guy’s nose that he had pissed you off.”
“He’s lucky that’s all he got. I should see if Twitch knows where he lives.”
Viper puts his hand on my shoulder. “Let it go. They aren’t allowed back in the clubhouse. I haven’t seen you like that since the early days... Are you all right, brother?”
As in when I was out of control...
We walk toward church. “She’s a sweet girl. The thought of someone putting their hands on her or scaring her... I wanted to rip the guy to shreds.” The need to protect her has me clenching my fists.
“I get it. I’ve just never seen you act like that over a chick.”
I’ve never felt the need to.
We put our phones in the bowl outside church before we walk inside and take our seats. Reaper sits at the head of the table.
Once the door is closed, Reaper, our president, begins. “Cash, how are our finances?”
“Fridges are stocked, bills paid. Everything’s good on our end,” Cash replies.
Reaper nods and looks around the table. “I want to make it clear, like I said this morning, no more parties.” Reaper holds eye contact with me and Viper.
Viper frowns and turns to me. I shrug. I no longer give a shit. Not after this morning.
“One of our fighters approached me asking if he could be a prospect,” Reaper declares.
“Who?” I ask.
“Theo,” Reaper replies. “The young man they call Rage who’s been winning all the fights.”
“He’s been killing it,” says Viper.
“The kid looks young. How old is he?” asks Bomber. We won’t take on anyone as a prospect under eighteen, but the guy is a ruthless fighter. I’ll give him that.
“Nineteen,” says Twitch.
I raise a brow at him. Of course he knows. He’s the computer guy—he can find out anything. Thanks to him, I found Elena.
“Did you look into Rage?” Reaper asks.
