But she does.
My skin prickles as her gaze sweeps over me and my bike, taking in every detail.
“If you’re looking for a ride, darlin’, I can give you one but it sure as fuck won’t be on my bike,” I call over, my voice muffled slightly by my face covering.
Nobody rides my bike but me.Ever.
Many women have tried to get me to break my rule, and not a single one has succeeded.
Her eyes dart up to mine, widening when she realises I caught her checking me out, but there’s an unmistakable pull of a smile over her lips. She crosses her arms over her chest. “Does that line usually work on women?”
I shrug. “Never used it before. Did it work on you?”
“In your dreams,” she shoots back.
My grin widens beneath my bandana.
I feel my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket and I groan. If I had more time and I wasn’t in danger of having my balls ripped clean from my body, I’d park my bike up and spend the entire night buried inside her tight little body, fucking her in every way possible and making her scream like no one else ever has. But luck isn’t on my side tonight, and I’d like to keep my balls right where they are for now.
“I’ll see you around,” I reply.
The light above me turns green and after shooting her a wink, I rev the engine a couple more times before I blast off down the road, leaving her staring after my taillights.
The town hall is teeming with people, not a single seat free or an empty space along the walls of the building. The sound of chatter fills the hall. There’s a good few hundred people here, all eager to see who the next sheriff of will be.
I weave my way through the throng of bodies towards the rest of my crew, and as if feeling my presence, Myles turns to me, his face like thunder. “Chill?You told me tochill?”
Jett sniggers beside him like the shit-stirring man childhe is. “You’re lucky there’s a room full of witnesses, bro, because you’d be parting ways with your nut sack right now if there wasn’t.”
I flip him the finger before turning my attention to Myles. “You gotta relax, dude. Have I ever let you down?”
“Where the hell were you?” he grumbles.
“Had a few errands to run,” I lie.
He doesn’t need to know I was fighting. Sure, I fight almost every Sunday at The Ape Hanger, the bar Jett owns, but I never fight for money.
He studies me for a beat, like he doesn’t quite believe me, but he lets it slide.
I’m not ashamed to say I love this man and I’d follow him to the ends of the earth if he needed me to. Myles knows he can count on me, it’s one of the reasons he made me his Sergeant-at-Arms a few months ago after my predecessor stabbed us all in the back and shacked up with the enemy. Venom’s betrayal came as a shock to all of us, and to find out he was secretly working for our rival crew, The Cobras? There was no coming back from that. Lucky for him, he got what was coming to him. After the shit he pulled, he deserved a slow and painful end.
Myles leans towards me. “Mayor Watson and Barry Collins look pretty cosy, don’t you think?”
My fists clench, my blood pressure spiking when my eyes land on Mayor Watson, a man I’ve had the displeasure of knowing since I was a teenager, long before he became the mayor of Stillwater. He’s a man who wields far too much power and influence for his own good, and a man I wholeheartedly despise. He’s always insisted on playing everything straight, doing everything by the book and yethe’s one of the most corrupt sons of bitches going, though proving it is another thing entirely.
I’ve done my best to avoid him over the years since I moved to Stillwater Falls, but in a town this small, it’s impossible not to cross paths every now and then. How the fuck was I to know this is where he lived? Had I known beforehand, I’d be a thousand miles from here, but I’d already made this town my home and I’d be fucked if I let him drive me out of it. It’s safe to say he hates me just as much as I hate him.
He leans towards the man beside him, Barry Collins, the man hoping to become sheriff. He’s an out-of-towner, a man nobody knows anything about. There’s no way in hell he’ll win. Who the fuck is going to vote for a stranger? A man who’s lookingwaytoo tight with the mayor. It makes me suspicious.
“Watson’s a crafty bastard, wouldn’t surprise me if he’s rigged the whole thing,” I say.
“He’s definitely up to something,” Jett adds.
“Yeah, clearing us out of town. He knew about our agreement with Walker, and he’s never liked it,” Cruiser, the club’s secretary and tech-wiz says.
Walker has been the sheriff here in Stillwater for decades, he grew up with the founding members of Lawless, and we’ve always been on good terms with him, much to Mayor Watson’s displeasure. He wants rid of Walker and he wants rid of us.
Myles scoffs. “Stillwater is as much our home as it is everyone else’s here. Only way they’ll get me out is in a body bag.”
