“We’re supposed to wear it everywhere we go in our territory. Chico isn’t our territory. I didn’t want to be noticed.” If Jefe knew where I’d gone, he would have been pissed. Fortunately, he was preoccupied with Alek, the Bratva Pakhan.
“Interesting. I don’t know much about how motorcycle club works.” She kept her hands folded on her lap and faced forward. She seemed a little nervous, which was adorable.
“What do you want to know?” Not that I could divulge many details, but sitting next to her wearing a denim skirt that hit mid-thighs and a white cropped tank top was almost my undoing.
Kelly was fucking tantalizing, and nothing like the tomboy I remembered. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and her copper highlights shimmered in the sunlight. I wanted to wrap her long mane around my hand and tug on it while I fucked her.
Like down boy. This is Kelly Lloyd.
“What does a MC do? Do you have a job outside your club?”
“We defend our territory against criminals. Think drug deals and traffickers.”
“There are traffickers in San Diablo?” Her mouth popped open.
Imagine my surprise when I felt my dick wake up as I stared at her full lips. Like what the hell was happening to me? Kelly wasn’t the kind of girl I usually went for, but she was working me up in the best way. I’d felt a small stirring when she was on the phone with Hector. Jealousy and possessiveness had exploded in my veins, and now, the thought of that Latino asking Kelly to dinner made my blood boil.
“No,” I lied. “We do our best to keep our town safe. But you should be cautious regardless, it’s an evil world.”
“Believe me, I know how wicked it is out there. I see evidence of it in the emergency room daily. So you protect your town. What else?”
“The club owns some businesses.” Which we launder money through. I wasn’t about to tell her we also collect protection money. I had a feeling she wouldn’t like that. “We do some annual fundraisers.”
“Really, fundraisers? I didn’t expect that.”
I pulled into the parking lot of The Cocky Cactus. It was a bar and lounge, owned by the club.
“I’ve never been here before. It kind of looks sketchy to me, if I’m honest.”
“It’s not. My club owns it. You asked about a job. I’m one of two managers here.” While I was recovering from my injuries, Quino carried the load. The past couple of months, I was taking on more hours and responsibilities.
“Nice. Am I dressed appropriately?” She pulled down the visor and checked herself out in the mirror. This was a different side to Kelly.
“Trust me, you’ll fit right in.”
“Oh.” She twisted her lips.
“You look amazing, but I should warn you. There’s a private room where there’s pole dancing after nine o’clock.” Thought I should be honest with her in case one of the dancers approached me and got flirty.
She raised her eyebrows. “Now, I didn’t expect that.”
“We won’t be in that room. But I do know the dancers.”
“Know them how? As employees or more intimately?”
“Both,” I replied honestly. Did I sense some jealousy in her tone? I hoped so.
“Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t think this bar is my vibe.”
“It’ll be fine. Promise.” I got out of the truck and limped over to her side to open her door like a gentleman.
“Just promise me we’ll leave if I ask. I’m at your mercy since you picked me up.”
“I promise we’ll leave if you want to.” At my mercy? I liked the sound of that.
I extended my hand to help her out of my lifted truck, even though it had running boards. Honestly, I wanted to touch her in any way possible.
“Thanks.” She smiled and blushed a little, her long dark eyelashes fluttering softly. I could tell they weren’t fakeeyelashes or if they were, they didn’t look like the club girls’ spidery ones.
