“Hmmm, but I thought that Wynter was with a biker,” I say, sliding my fingers through my long hair.
Wynter is Autumn’s twin sister, and she’s a biker’s Old Lady.
“Yes, Wynter has a biker, but the fucker took forever to claim her,” Autumn huffs, shaking her head.
“Okay, I got it. Don’t worry, because I only want to have fun. I told my Dad that I was spending the weekend with you,” I say, nodding.
“That’s perfect because I told my brother that I was spending it with you. Hopefully it works out for us, but I really need to ensure that you understand that these motherfuckers are playersand I don’t want you to get hurt,” Autumn says, raising her brows.
“I understand, no worries. Let’s get inside because I want to meet Killer,” I say, pushing open the door.
“Let’s do this. Girl, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to talk to
We walk to the front door of Hell’s Cave Bar. The music blares, and I can feel the vibration on the concrete. The huge guard, yes, a biker, looks at us. He lifts his chin and lets us in. The bar is dark, but I can see the bikers at the corner table.
My heart skips a beat when I see him, Killer.
“Hey, you made it,” Fiend says, taking Autumn’s hand.
“Yes,” Autumn says, smiling. “Fiend, Killer, this is my friend Karla.”
“Hi,” Fiend says, lifting his chin.
“Hey,” Killer says, smiling.
“Hello,” I say, smiling.
“Let’s get some beer,” Autumn says, looking at the bar.
Six
Killer
Fiend and Autumn walk away to get some fresh beer. I can’t fucking believe that I’m meeting Karla Castro. I never expected to meet the Cartel Princess, the one who has taken over my dreams and always has been on my mind.
She’s even more beautiful up close, and her eyes are huge, sparkling hazel eyes.
“Killer, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Karla says, looking up at me with a mischievous smirk.
Fuck me!
She looks like she’s up to no good, nothing but naughty.
“Karla, let’s have a seat and have some food,” I say.
“Oh yes, that food looks good,” Karla says, nodding.
I pull out the chair, and she sits down, tossing her hair.
Oh fuck!
I love her scent; it’s sexy, warm, floral, and clean. I sit in the chair next to her, inhaling deeply. My damn cock gets harder, and I shift in my chair to release the pressure.
“Here’s a plate, get some food,” I say, taking the plate from the stack.
“The food smells so good, I can’t wait to taste it,” Karla says, grabbing a slice of pizza and two hot wings.
“Good choices,” I say, smiling.
