After working in law enforcement for way too many fucking years, you come to realize that people are one of two things: angry or greedy.
These emotions are why people normally break the law.
But there’s also a third reason why people break the law—they’re horny.
Of course, I’m not referring to the actual law here. I’m talking about the one that binds the MC together. Codes of conduct keep things running.
And we just broke one of the biggest rules by bringing danger back to the clubhouse.
Carmen knows how to open her mouth, and that makes her lethal.
That’s not even the worst part about all of this—attending the shady O’Neill auction was my idea. It’s kinda my fault she’s here.
I was hoping to bid for a nice, innocent woman who was in need of a good time and some extra cash. Instead, we brought home Carmen—a woman I knew was going to be trouble the second she started prancing around the stage trying to get out of something she’d already signed up for.
Rebellious.
Skipper enters the main room.
We need a debrief after last night. But I honestly don’t know where to begin.
“What’s she still doing here?” I ask.
Skipper shrugs. “I don’t know. It was late and we were all exhausted. We also need to drive her back.”
“I don’t care. She can find her own way home. We need her out.”
“What’s the rush?”
“The rush?” I abandon my coffee at the bar. “Is that she’s more than what we bargained for. Finances aside, she’s going to get us in deep shit. The women at Conrad’s auction are supposed to be sweet and quiet. If Carmen has the balls to act out on stage with Conrad present, she also has the balls to open her mouth to the cops about us.”
“Are you forgetting the part where you pretty much dragged Carter and me by the cocks to attend last night?”
That’s true, but once again, the plan wasn’t to spend millions of dollars on the wrong woman.
Lately, things have been dry for me in the bedroom department. As a member of an MC, if you’re lucky, you can find good company out on the strip—the legal parts—but it’s safer to turn to people like Conrad O’Neill.
As shady as the man is, his women know how to keep a secret. Everyone knows who you are, which means everyone is in the same boat. It’s safe. You sleep with a woman, hand over the money, and have peace of mind that they’re not gonna speak about it again.
I’m taking a sip of my coffee when Carter strides in.
It’s tempting to spit it out in his face.
“Top of the morning to you,” I say grouchily.
“You can be pissed at me for bringing Carmen home, but you still had the night of your life.”
There’s no point denying it. He knows I did. The woman’s fiery, but she certainly knows what she’s doing under the sheets. The way her walls were clinging around my cock last night almost knocked me dead…in the best way possible.
Don’t even get me started on the shape of her ass cheeks, how they reddened when I gave each one a spank.
Skipper asks, “Is she just like you remembered?”
Carter takes a seat. “Even better.”
“Even better?” repeats a female voice.
I look up to see her eavesdropping on our conversation. She walks around the corner, flashing us a sleepy smile. Her clothes from last night are back on.
