Chapter One
“Damn,that’safatass,” Flynn says, staring at Vi as she slides down the stripper pole.
I take a hearty swig of my beer and wait for him to take his shot.
He lines up his shot on the green felt.“Eight ball.Side pocket.”Vi blows him a kiss right as he draws the cue back.He fucks up, hitting the ball too hard, and scratches.
I snatch his crumpled fifty-dollar bill off the ledge of the pool table.Maybe I should split my winnings with Vi since it’s her ass that won me the game.
“Thanks, darlin’.”I shove a twenty in the side of her G-string.Flynn flips me off.
“Anytime, Ice.”She does a twirl, showing off her best asset.I slap the rose tattooed on her right cheek.
Flynn stumbles back, clutching his chest like he’s been shot through the heart.I light up a cigarette and lean against the bar, surveying my prospects for the night.The usual cut sluts are here.Vi, Gloria, Kass, Annie, and Dacia.I frown as another song belts through the sound system.The heavy guitar riffs are just enough to give me a fuckin’ headache.
I should probably call Tawny and let her know I’m off work, but she’s going to nag that I came by the clubhouse first.Not that it’s any of her business.I’m a grown man.No woman is ever going to lead me around by the balls or store them in her fuckin’ purse.
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?”Bowen asks, offering me a toke of his joint.
“He must have heard the news,” Cyrus says, snatching the joint from between my fingers before I can take a hit.
“What news?”I signal to the prospect behind the bar for another beer.
“Better make that a shot,” Grits tacks on, joining our group.
“What?”I snap as they all stare at me wearing shit-eating grins.
“He wasn’t here when Prez got the call,” Cyrus says as Bowen punches him in the nuts and reclaims his joint.
“You got the shortest straw.”
“Fuck.”I scrub a palm over my face.I know where this is going.
“You’ve got Neva duty,” Grits says, barely able to contain his laughter.
“Fuck all of you.”
“All cock orgies aren’t my thing, brother.”Cyrus pats me on the shoulder, and I kick him in the ass once he’s taken two steps.He goes stumbling forward and drops his joint.
“Ice,” Stetson, our club’s VP, calls my name from the other side of the bar.“Prez wants you in his office.”
“Here we go,” I mutter under my breath.
“Good luck,” Flynn tells me, his voice masked with pity while his expression is one of pure amusement.
I meander toward Prez’s office that overlooks the bar of the Blackwood Knights MC clubhouse.Nothing good ever comes from being assigned to ‘Neva duty’.She’s Prez’s daughter.The club princess, who has a wild streak and a taste for trouble.She should arrive back in Blackwood any day now for her winter break.She’s been away at college for about three years.She comes home for the occasional visit or holiday but never stays for long.Her visits, no matter how short, always come with her getting into some situation the club has to rescue her from.
I blow out an exasperated breath, then snuff out my cigarette on the brick wall outside of the door to Prez’s office and drop it into a nearby trash can.
Before I get my fist fully raised to knock, Devil calls me into his office.“Come on in.I can hear you pacing.”
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose.Why couldn’t he have tasked Storm with the job?She’s his bratty sister.
Prez sits behind his desk, stern, no bullshit expression on his face.“Got a job for you,” he says, voice gravelly, sounding as though he’s been chewing rocks.He’s as tough as he sounds.You don’t get to be the president of an outlaw motorcycle club by being soft.
The man is as brutal as it gets, except when it comes to daddy’s girl.
“What’s up?”
