I’m not gonna lie, I do like it. It makes my cock hard when she fights with me. Both physically and verbally. It’s fun to put her in her place, then watch her melt under my touch.
“Whatever.” I grab my clothes. “I’m going to shower.”
Once I’m clean and in fresh clothes, I head back out and find that Ian has moved from his bed over to the one Nova and I slept in. He has her wrapped up in his arms, her face buried in his neck.
My eyes trail over the two of them, and I hate how perfect they look together.
When my eyes land on Ian, I see he’s awake. He grins at me, winks, and then the fucker closes his eyes and buries his face into her hair.
Grumbling, I go over to the nightstand and check my phone. That missed call from before was one I should have answered.Fuck.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell the guys.
“Everything okay?” Will asks with a guarded look.
“Guess we’re gonna find out.”
The moment I’m out of the motel room, I’m hit with frigid air. I can’t fucking wait to be back home where it’s a hell of a lot warmer. I hate the cold, and I hate the snow.
I want to be back in Georgia in my own bed, with my bike, so I can get back to my life.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my pack of smokes and light one up as I press on Kane’s number.
It rings twice before his deep voice picks up. “About fucking time.”
“Sorry,” I grumble, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Just woke up. What's up?”
It’s not uncommon for Kane to call. We’re best friends, have known each other our whole lives, until he moved away withhis father after being transferred to the Steel Devil’s chapter in North Dakota.
“First things first, fuck you for not coming to see me while you were in my neck of the woods,” he growls. A smile curves my lips as I chuckle.
“Ah, miss me that badly?”
“Fuck off,” he laughs.
“I would have—wanted to—but we weren’t there on MC business.”
“Right, you and your brother with your ‘merry band of misfits’ gig,” he laughs.
“Laugh all you want, but it makes us good fucking money.” I inhale another drag. “And lord knows we need it if we want to get the fuck out from under his thumb,” I grunt, blowing out the smoke.
The line goes quiet and, for a moment, I think he hung up.
“About that...” he trails off and his tone has me straightening up.
“What’s going on?” Something tells me this call isn’t a friendly catch-up.
“There’s been an incident.”
“What would that be?”
“Your father and his men were out on a run a few days ago. They were supposed to be heading our way for business, and took a detour that wasn’t agreed on. We both know that since your father became president, the club has gone downhill.”
Downhill? That’s not even close to describing it. It’s a shit show. A once well-respected chapter of one of the most respected MCs in this country became a fucking cesspool.
Steel Devils aren’t law-abiding citizens by any means. They kill, they steal, they do a fuck-ton of illegal things, but Steel Devils are not evil. They treat women and kids with respect.
At least, that was before my father got voted in as president. After that, everything changed fast. The MC I grew up in wasn’t the MC I ended up leaving.
