“We got cars alight in the compound. Security went off about ten minutes ago, and I checked the footage.”
“Yeah?” I ask, watching her taking a piss. I swing up to standing, an ominous feeling burning through my bones.
Jasper keeps talking. “No shit, King, I swear the motherfuckers on the camera feed from the yard were Death Riders.”
“Bullshit.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. It would be pretty stupid, huh?”
“Third time I’ve heard their name. And they are stupid. Call me when you’ve spoken with Joker. Get the compound locked down.”
“Want me to call Siderno and let him know?”
“They wouldn’t dare go after Raney.”
At Raney’s name, Tristan swings around, eyeing me with concern. “I have to go,” I say to Jasper, but she nods her head, agreeing like I was talking to her.
Shit just got complicated.
Hanging up, I’m pulling on my jeans while she’s dressing into some sleep shorts and my hoodie that she pulls out of her bag.
I drop on the bed and lean over to her, getting ready to talk, but again she beats me to it, “Go. I get this is you, so don’t start expecting me to ask you to choose. Because I’m not like that.”
“How are you so fucking perfect?” I grin before kissing her until her eyes are dilated again. “Lock the door behind me, and I’ll call you later.”
She follows me, her footsteps quiet, her presence behind me loud and impossible to ignore. “Hey, King, I tried to call you, you know. Yesterday.”
“Yeah, cops cut our phones off. We got ’em working again. You should be sweet now.”
“I won’t call you. I’m going to sleep.”
“You need me, you call.”
“Okay…” She grins, and no shit, I can see the word ‘Daddy’ forming on her lips.
“You call me that…”
“Jesus, you get if you tell me not to do something I’ll do it?” But before I can say another word, my phone is ringing again and she’s opening the door. I pull her close to bite the side of her throat before leaving.
Coming up to see Raney was planned because I was also going to be here for our half yearly catch up with the other chapters of The Fallen.
Meeting Tristan on the way was a stroke of lady luck. I was travelling by myself to the chapter meet up because I needed to think and my bike was getting fixed. As a result, the pricks currently sitting around the table at Church with me have been giving me shit, pressing for details on who I’m fucking. But I shut that shit down.
The Southern Chapter of the Fallen have had issues with the Death Riders in the past because both clubs are vying for control of the lucrative party strip running along the coast. Back home, we haven’t crossed paths with them as much. Until now. And we need to figure this out fast because I refuse to have slimy fuckers like them anywhere near my club. You give assholes an inch andthey start stealing women and kids from their beds and setting up factories to cook smack before you scratch your ass.
Tonight though, Ace and the boys and I have done enough talking and planning to fix the Death Riders problem for a while. Sitting back, I watch Ace open up the doors to the room we’ve been using for Church, letting the club sluts in to clean up. As is customary, a couple of them travel with us. Sadly, our barmaid from home is one of them.
Marnie keeps going out of her way to make sure my cup is filled, or I’ve got food before any of the other club sluts can. She’s been getting fucking territorial but ain’t got the right to. Years ago, I made the mistake of hooking up with her, but I made it clear it was nothing but a quick fuck. She seems to have a problem understanding that, and if Raney didn’t have such a soft spot for her, I would have shipped her off years ago.
Tonight, she all but shoves Ace’s old woman out the way in her desperation to get to me. And that ain’t cool.
“You want anything, King?” Her tits basically do the talking when she leans over the table, purposely making her t-shirt gape.
Joker sees what’s going on. “Fuck off, Marnie. I’ve told you so many fucking times to leave ourpresidentalone. He ain’t interested, never has been, so leave off or I’ll ship your ass back on the next bus out of here. Yeah?”
Marnie turns red as a beetroot before she rushes out. I don’t give a shit either if she feels uncomfortable because she needs the reminder. I’ve tried being friendly with her but at the same time I’ve made it clear we are not ever hooking up again. Period.
Joker, the big ugly fucker is like a dog with a bone sometimes, just as protective too. We’re tight and have been through the wringer. I never have to question his motivations. He goes back to talking shit with the boys sitting around the table when my phone goes off, interrupting us again.
