Chapter
One
Ryder Price pondered how fucking bored he was, sitting on his brother’s big sectional couch and staring at his phone. It was only Thursday night, so not usually a hotbed of activity for him, sure, but he was bored to death.
He glanced up, his gaze finding their oldest brother, Warrick, sitting there with his glasses on, working on his laptop.
Conall was watching some streaming thing. Maybe a murder-death-kill show.
Holy crap. Was this what they’d been reduced to?
He slapped his hands on his thighs, then stood. “I’m gonna head to the Hogg.”
He could always find something, or someone, to do at his favorite upscale-ish biker bar.
“On a Thursday?” Warwick arched an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you have something better to do than go to the bar?”
“We’re sitting on our asses and watching TV while I read on my phone. What doyouthink?”
Conall tilted his head. “I think you’re bored because it’s boring here.”
Warwick looked over the top of his glasses. “Did I ask either one of you to hang out at my house like hooligans?”
“We’re supposed to be having a staff meeting,” he pointed out, even as Conall snorted.
“Do we have staff?” Con asked.
Ryder wasn’t sure they had staff. They were co-owners. They had each other.
Together, they did custom bikes for their business Bespoke Bikes. Anything from modifications for handicapped folks to fancy-assed touring bikes. If it could be done, they were happy to do it, but honestly, there didn’t need to be much more than the three of them in the way of staffing.
“Hey, I provided pizza, didn’t I?” Warrick pointed out.
He and Conall laughed it off and rolled their eyes. Everybody knew the food came out of petty cash.
“Well, do we actually have anything to talk about?” Ryder asked.
“Not really. Nothing’s changed much. We’ve got the bike we’re adjusting for Jim. We’ve got that one touring bike that they want for the superhero movie. It has to be done by the end of the month. And then we just go down the list.” Warrick sounded pleased, and Ryder got it.
It felt good to be in a situation where they didn’t have to worry about jobs. They had a waiting list about two years long, but then again, they were the best in the business. And they had enough contacts who loved their work to never have to advertise if they didn’t want to.
He picked up his root beer and drained the bottle. “Yay. So can I go now?” His feet itched in his Red Wing biker boots, and there was a pressure at the back of his neck telling him he needed to ride.
And he needed to ride to the Hogg. He lifted his nose and sniffed the air, trying to figure out why. What was calling him to that particular space at this point in time?
“You’re okay? You need company?” Conall asked.
He shook his head. “No, I can tell you’re into whatever that is.” He waved at the TV. “I’m just going to go have a beer. I don’t intend to get in any trouble.” At Warrick’s arch look, he continued. “I know tomorrow we have work.”
“Because that always is how you do. My always responsible baby brother.” Warrick winked at him. “Have fun. Tell Quin hey for me. We’re going to play poker this weekend, so I’m going to wait to go out so I don’t lose any extra money.”
“At least you know Quin doesn’t cheat.” The owner of the Hogg was possibly the single most fair wolf in the history of the earth.
“Yeah, but that cat of his? Thiago? He’s either the luckiest bastard who ever lived or, most likely, a cheater.”
Ryder didn’t care one way or the other. He knew better than to gamble with Quin, even if he was basically a good guy.
The wolf brothers had taken down an entire ring of slavers—worthless pieces of shit who stole away little omegas into a life of horrors. Now there was a group of omegas who were thriving, building this amazing community, and adding to the economy and everyone’s quality of life.
