“There is that . . . but no. I threw him out, and his huge ego won’t be able to take the blow, plus I’m a changed woman.”
“Really?” Evie smirks in a very annoying way.
“From now on, I’m going to be calm and sensible like you. No more jump first, ask questions later, ass on fire, take no prisoners way of thinking.
“Sounds very boring.”
“It sounds just like you.”
“Right,” Evie agrees. “And every sensible friend needs a crazy-ass bitch in her life, and you’re mine. So don’t you dare change.” She envelops me in another hug, and I let her, then a big fat tear slides down my cheek.
Chapter Ten
DEUCE
For the rest of the day, I convince myself that whatever happened at The End was a one-off. Shit, I’d been locked up for five years. Sinking my dick into any snatch would be a bonus. Unfortunately, the more I try to play it off on my raging hard-on, the more I call bullshit on myself.
There were those few seconds when she looked up at me like I was something special, and it grabbed me. Not in my cock but deep in my chest—and that scares the shit outta me.
No time for that bullshit tonight because Scratch is bringing Fist to the Royal Flush, and we’re gonna meet up with the rest of the brothers and put together a solid plan for obtaining The End and finally bringing the Kings back to glory.
Fist swaggers over to the table, looking every bit like my former sergeant-at arms. Like Ace, they have an attitude you couldn’t crush no matter how hard you tried. As sergeant-at-arms, Fist handled security within and outside the club. His title made him the third-ranking officer, a title Fist took pride in and never wavered. In a dust-up, Fist was the man I wanted covering my back.
I stand, and we do the male-hug-backslap thing, then he steps back and gives me a once-over. “You look good.”
“And you look exactly the same.” His dark, shoulder-length hair, multiple piercings and tattoos give him a pirate look and are a magnet for women.
“You ride here?” I ask.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely. My bike is the only thing I cared about in the last five years. The only reason I kept all those shit jobs at the hotels.” He pulls at the front of his cut. “Feels good to be wearing our colors again.”
My face sobers. “Agreed.” I turn to the others, also wearing their cuts. “Don’t plan on ever taking them off again.”
We settle in at the table, and I pour shots all around. We toast to the Kings and shoot the smoky tequila.
“I hear you have trouble keeping your valet jobs,” I say with a smirk.
“A bunch of tight assholes with no sense of adventure. Just ‘cause I took a few cars out for a ride while the owners were losing money at the tables, they get their balls in a twist.”
“Who caught you, the owners of the cars or the Hard Rock?”
Fist laughs. “It’s kinda complicated.”
I pour us all another shot, ‘cause shit with Fist is always complicated. “Humor me. It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve laughed at one of your screwed-up stories.”
“Okay.” He leans in, loving his stories as much as the rest of us. “I had this thing with the police chief’s wife. It was the perfect setup. The chief came to the Hard Rock every Wednesday, and Wednesday just happened to be my day off.”
“Convenient.” I shoot the tequila.
“That’s what we thought.” Fist shakes his head. “The chief is this short, fat, bald guy, and the wife is a real looker. Big tits, stripper hair, and lips that could suck the chrome off a Harley.”
“Why the fuck was she with a guy like that then?”
“Word is she was arrested for prostitution and passing bad checks. She did him a few favors in his office, and he got the charges dropped. He liked her services so much, he insisted they get married, or he’d make sure those charges stuck and she’d do some time.”
“Shit, you definitely have a type.”
Out of all of us, Fist has the most charm. The rest of us look like what we are: rough, hard-ass bikers, but even with his tats and piercings, Fist has the smooth good looks of a fashion model, which mostly gets him into trouble. Old girlfriends who wouldn’t give him up, jealous boyfriends and husbands, even strangers in a bar. I’d thrown a punch more than once ‘cause Fist just couldn’t help himself from flirting with the wrong woman.
