Butsheis my prize tonight.
“If Mac wants his balls intact, she better fucking show up. I want Watson and his little puppet gone.”
Somehow, less than a day after the election that I’m ninety-nine percent sure Mayor Watson rigged, he had Sheriff Walker tossed out on his ass. His office chair hadn’t even stopped spinning by the time Collins had his new sheriff badge in place with his feet firmly under the table.
Watson needs to be brought down a peg or two, and his daughter is gonna help me do that.
I haven’t seen Kaia since that day she bumped into me outside Vivid Ink, and it’s only added to the anticipation of tonight, at the prospect of seeing her again.
I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not insanely attracted to her because I am, any red-blooded male with a decent set of eyes in his head would. I wanted her the second I saw her, before I knew who her father was, but now it only makes me want her more. And let’s face it, fucking her isn’t exactly going to be a hardship for me. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I guarantee I’m gonna love every second of it. Fucking her dad is just the icing on the cake.
Without sounding like an arrogant asshole, I don’t have to put a lot of effort into the women I fuck. They fall at my feet,chomping at the bit for a walk on the wild side, but I’ve got a feeling Kaia Watson’s not gonna make it that easy for me. So I’m gonna have to bring my A-game if I want my plan to work.
An hour later, we head down to the basement where the fun happens. There’s a red square painted on the floor, marking the boundaries to the ring.
“Who am I fighting?”
Jett spins on his heels and points to a guy on the other side of the basement. “Thatguy. Said he wanted a piece ofThe Killer.Beentalking up a big game all night.”
I’ve never seen this guy before. He’s young, well-built but not a patch on me.
I huff a laugh. “Piece of cake.”
As spectators start to filter down from the bar and into the basement, I pull out the bandana tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. I cover my face, securing it at the back of my head. It’s more for intimidation than anything else, it sets my opponents on edge which is exactly where I want them.
The basement soon fills, and there’s easily a hundred or more people down here. There’s barely any air circulation, combine that with everyone’s body heat, it’s like a furnace within minutes.
“Showtime, brother.” Jett claps me on the shoulder. “Gonna head back up to the bar. Good luck, man. Not that you’ll need it.”
My shirt clings to my clammy skin, sweat beading along my forehead as I weave my way through the crowd into the centre of the square.
I reach for the back of my shirt and tug it over my head, tossing it somewhere on the ground.
My opponent’s eyes widen when he sees me and it’s then he realises his mistake to take me on.
Too late now.
“Kill!” Cruiser pushes through the crowd towards me, leaning in close to my ear, “She’s here.”
6
It’ll be fun.
Those are Sofia’s exact words as we approach the entrance to The Ape Hanger, though I’m second guessing my decision to come out tonight the second I spot the row of half a dozen or more motorcycles lined up along the front of the building, reminding me of where I am.
A sense of dread sweeps through me, as does the stiff breeze against my bare legs in this silly excuse for a dress Fi made me wear. She dug it out of her closet earlier today after discarding every piece of clothing in mine. It’s all white with a built in lace corset, the fabric stretchy enoughto move in but god help me if I need to sit down, I don’t wanna be known as the girl who flashed her ass to a bunch of bikers in my first week of being back in town. The only parts of my outfit I had control over were my black leather jacket and the chunky black Docs on my feet. She spent an hour and a half on my hair and makeup; my hair half up half down, falling around my shoulders in loose waves and my makeup minimal with a subtle smoky eye to make my blue eyes pop and a nude pink lip.
Rock music thumps through the speakers as we step inside the bar. It’s packed to the rafters, not an empty seat in sight and the volume of people in here is a little overwhelming. According to Fi there’s an event happening tonight, but she won’t tell me what it is. Apparently it’s a surprise.
To say I’m way out of my comfort zone is an understatement and it’s not only standing in the middle of a bar full of bikers that has me uncomfortable, it’s this fucking dress. God forbid anything this short makes its way intomycloset. I tug the bottom of the dress down, though it does little in the way of covering any more of me up, my bare legs and half of my thighs on full display.
It’s not even been five minutes and I’m already itching to go home, even if it means coming face to face with my father.
Why the hell did I let Sofia drag me here?
I guess it was because seeing her so excited to introduce me to her boyfriend stirred something in me and I couldn’t bring myself to let her down.
“Mac!” she calls, throwing her arms in the air to signal one of the guys from across the bar who smiles when he sees her.
