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Chapter 06
Killian
Two fucking days later and I was so goddamn glad to be done carting around Violet. The woman was a never-ending sound machine that grated on my every fucking nerve. Why did a grown-ass woman need to constantly have a goddamn sucker in her mouth? I liked Violet but fuck. If I didn’t see her for a while, it’d be better for everyone involved.
“This is such a cute little town,” Violet exclaimed as she slipped off the back of my bike when I stopped in front of the clubhouse. The Stone Outlaws MC was a front for the Stone pack. The Stones were mostly nomads—wolves with no homes. They liked it that way. Sure, there was a huge population of wolves who stayed in Blackstone Ridge, Colorado, but the freedom to come and go as they pleased was the whole point of the Stone pack. But keeping track of those wolves? That was a fucking feat, which was where the club came in. A patch made it easy to tell who members were.
Hell, the Ironwoods did the same with their club, the Iron Renegades.
The pack house was the clubhouse, but it was tailored for wolves. A high fucking fence with no visibility wrapped around the huge clubhouse, closing it off to the rest of the town. Roan’s patch got us through the gates—they’d been expecting us. Motorcycles were parked in rows out front, people gathered and drank in small groups, and loud music blasted from somewhere. But the real commodity was behind the clubhouse. The Stones owned acres of fucking land that backed right up to the desert. It was all wrapped up neatly in a fence with a sliding gate, letting wolves move about and disappear into the desert if needed.
Blackstone Ridge was none the wiser to the wolf shit that went on inside the fence. And the Stones worked their asses off to keep it that way. The club took care of the town, helped the people, and made their presence known. It kept the town quiet and happy.
“Yeah, you’ll love it,” I told her, my voice tense. Every part of me fucking hoped she walked her pretty little ass inside to give me a fucking break. Granted, from the way some of the men on the porch stared at her, I realized maybe letting her wander off wasn’t the best idea either. Fuck, she’d need a babysitter.
Rotating slowly, I glared at Roan. Violet may have grown up in an MC but the Renegades were different than the Outlaws.
“You get to babysit her,” I snarled under my breath.
“I know,” Roan replied.
“I’m not doing it, you furry fucker.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. Besides, I can watch her hands now.”
“You made it, you slow fuckers!” Axel shouted, strolling out the front door with a beer in hand and a stupid grin on his face. He was shirtless and showing off his tattoos, shoeless and barefoot, and wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. His dark hair swept across his forehead and a pair of sunglasses hid his eyes. Yeah, that’d probably be most of us for a few days. Or naked. There’d be a lot of naked fucking people. “What the hell took you so goddamn long?”
“Roan and his small fucking bladder,” I said loudly.
“Haven’t you learned to take a piss before you leave yet?” Maverick demanded as he joined Axel. He was dressed damn near the same—only in gray sweatpants instead of black and his sunglasses were shoved in his wild curls.
“Yeah, I deserved that one,” Roan muttered. Grabbing his pack, he started for the front door, but I planted a hand on his chest to hold him in place.
“You know what you’re going to do for me?” I growled. “You’re going to find every goddamn sucker in this fucking town and buy it because if I have to listen to her with a fucking sucker on the drive back, I’m going to kill her. I’m going to kill her, and I’m going to leave her on the side of the fucking road, you hear me? I’ll kill her, Roan.”
Because who were we kidding? He wouldn’t be able to handle her on the way back either.
“I got it, I got it!”
“Better yet, if you don’t, I’m giving her a key to your house and giving her all the fucking pointers on how to win your furry ass over, got it? And that will include the advice to show up at your house fucking naked as often as she can, you hear me?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled. Just watch me, fucker.
“I know your goddamn schedule inside and out,” I reminded him. “I’ll have her naked in your house at the most inconvenient fucking times. Just try me.”
His blue eyes narrowed, and I knew I had him.
“Next time, Byrne.” The words came out like a threat, and I fucking grinned.
“Bring it, Ironwood.” Yeah, this every day shit with Roan I’d miss when I moved back.
“Unless you two are going to kiss, you want to get your dumb asses inside? We got day drinking to do, fuckers!” Axel yelled, making Maverick laugh. I flipped them both off as I unloaded my bag off my bike. I wasn’t planning to drink with them—they knew that—but everything else was on the table. Let the Fall Games begin.
“I’m drinking for you, Byrne!” Roan announced before he even showed up in the doorway with two beers in hand—and they clearly weren’t his first. I chuckled. This year’s Fall Games would hit differently. I wasn’t about to compromise two years of sobriety for any of their bullshit and games, but fuck if I didn’t have an escape route planned in case I needed it. I just hoped I didn’t need it.
Like his brothers, Roan had stripped down to a pair of sweatpants, showing off his tattoos. Me? I opted for a pair of running shorts. While all my jewelry was magicked to survive unexpected shifts, I still took all of it off.
Except for my wedding ring. But I kept it on my right ring finger. Not quite married but not quite ready to let go either. Was I pathetic for it? Probably. I was still a work in progress.
