“I’ll catch you guys up,” I tell my colleagues before slowly taking a few steps towards the guys.
“Yo,” Brick bellows toward my friends. “She won’t make it tonight; we’ve got some catching up to do with our girl here.”
My mouth drops as my eyebrows raise in question. But before I have to ask what’s going on, they both laugh before each one pulls me in for a quick hug. Despite the fact that I barely know these guys, I’m a lot more comfortable hugging them then I think I should be.
“What can I do for you guys?” I ask, taking a small step back so I don’t have to crane my neck so much to look at them. Whatis it with the men in this club? They are all insanely handsome and scarily tall. They both look to one another, Brick pulls out a pack of smokes from inside his kutte, he holds out the packet offering me, and I shake my head and wrinkle my nose.
“Those things will kill you,” I tell him.
He huffs, but lights one up anyway. “These things won’t have a chance to kill me.” He winks leaning on his bike.
“We need to talk to you about something.” Knuckles watches me, his eyes focused on my mine as he continues. “Let’s head to the coffee shop down the road.” He gestures toward the end of the road. My mind races, wondering what the hell want to talk about.
“How about you just tell me now?” I state.
He smiles at me and reaches for my arm, turning me in the direction of the shop.
“We want to talk to you about Peter Nelson. I’d rather not do it in the street.”
“Ok,” I whisper, more to myself than him. I don’t question him any further as I let him lead me toward the coffee shop, Brick trailing closely behind us.
Chapter
Nineteen
The turnout for Mad Dog was huge despite the fact that each chapter had left enough of their members behind to protect their clubhouse, and the girls. I’d wanted to go to the funeral but had volunteered to stay behind knowing how much the other members wanted to go, but Red had asked for me to be there. Brick and I had carried him out of that building when he got injured, he and the rest of his club had talked and agreed that they wanted us to carry his coffin.
We’d only stayed in Glasgow for two nights. The Manchester boys needed to get back, not going into detail but had said they’d had some news about an issue with one of the brothers Grandmothers, and they needed to deal with it. I hate that I don’t know what’s going on, or that I’m not going back with them to handle whatever the issue is. I love that I’m in London, but I do miss my brothers from Manchester.
Nitro didn’t want to leave the clubhouse so unprotected for too long, and he was keen to find out if I had gotten a read on any of the guys. So, when Knuckles had announced that they would be leaving the next morning, he did the same. Red understood. He knew only too well the dangers the Poisoned Devils hadposed, and when he found out that at least one had been spotted in London he didn’t question us leaving early.
We’ve been back twenty-four hours and I’ve not had a chance to sit down with Nitro. We both work for Knights Garage, and on our way back Sunday we got a call for a multi vehicle pick up following an accident involving three cars, two vans and an HGV.
By the time we got back it had taken us the best part of six hours to clear the accident site and get the vehicles all situated in one of our empty warehouses. We’d been asked to store the vehicles before doing anything on them until the police investigation into the accident was complete. We weren’t given any details, but we had heard a couple of the coppers talking saying that one of the drivers was drunk when he was pulled from the wreck.
Pouring myself a large cup of black coffee, I feel a hand run up the side of my arm which sets me on edge. Turning my head slowly I frown at one of the club girls pushing her tits up against me, grinning at me like she just won the lotto.
“What do you want?” I bite out at her, my tone making it clear that I’m not happy. She seems to take my question as an invite and slides herself between me and the counter, her hand quickly moving from my arm to my dick, adding pressure as she tries to rub it up and down over my jeans. She doesn’t get very far as I raise an eyebrow at her and take a step back. She reaches for me again, but I grab her wrist before she can connect.
“You know sexy, you’ve been here about a week now and you’ve not taken advantage of any of the girls. Why don’t you give me first go? I promise you’ll love the things I can do.”
I crack my neck trying to remain calm, letting out a breath I narrow my eyes on her.
“If I want to take a whore for a test run, you won’t be my first choice. Don’t ever fucking touch me without an invite again.”
I see the hurt on her face, but I don’t give a shit. I’ve heard about this bitch, bleach blonde hair that would give a haybale a run for its money, way too much makeup, so much perfume you choke on it and fucking ridiculous heels she can’t walk in. I think her name might be Lacey, but the brothers mostly call her the leech.
She’s apparently been here about six months and has only fucked about four of the brothers. Most of them stay away from her. I’d heard her first week here, she slept with Data twice, which in her head meant that she was his ol’ lady. She told everyone that he was now off limits and that they were together. He was so fucking mortified he fucked several of the other girls in front of her, who, by all accounts, were more than happy to oblige.
I storm into church, the bitch souring my mood, kicking the door shut before slamming my cup onto the table. Nitro raises an eyebrow in question as I take a seat.
“What the fucks got up your arse?”
I lean back in my seat and kick my feet up on the table, mirroring his actions.
“Fucking Lacey, bitch sidled up to me and thought she could put her hands on me.”
He laughs, but I see him shudder. There’s something about this chick that makes most around here uncomfortable.
