“Some girl shit.” Silence descended on the room. Paco cleared his throat. “You okay?”
Steel looked over his shoulder. “Yeah. Just worried about Chenoa, and all the shit that’s going down.”
“You usually fuck a club whore when you’re stressed. Alma’s wondering why you haven’t had her in your bed.”
Steel shrugged. “You know me. I get bored.”
“Just like that? You coulda fooled me. A couple of days ago you didn’t seem bored with her.”
The president whirled around. “What the fuck? You don’t want her? Fine, tell her to find another brother. There’re plenty of them who like her lips wrapped around their cocks.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want her. I’m just wondering why you don’t. Pussy always makes you relax.”
“This isn’t your fucking business. Back the hell off.” He frowned.I wish Paco would shut the hell up and get out. “Go fuck Alma.” He turned his attention back to the parked Harleys.
“Something’s under your skin, dude.”
He inhaled a long breath then blew it out slowly. “I got a meddling social worker who’s in my business. She pisses me way the hell off. I need to set her straight, but I do think she’s trying to help Chenoa. And she was at my mom’s house yesterday. I was so fucking pissed when I saw her. Then she made this damn good omelet. But she’s got a mouth on her. Has some burr up her ass about bikers, I think. I don’t know. She’s just a pain in the ass.” He swiveled around, heat rising inside him when he saw Paco’s grinning face. “What the fuck you smiling about?”
“Is she hot?”
Steel bristled. “What the hell does that have to do with what I’m saying?”
Paco laughed. “So I’ll take that as a yes. Bro, I’ve never seen you so bothered by a woman. Now I get why you’ve been pushing Alma away. This woman’s got a hold of your cock. She must be fuckin’ sexy.”
Steel clenched his teeth. “I’m notbotheredby her or any other chick. And no one’s got a hold of my dick. As a matter of fact, I don’t like her. She’s a know-it-all, sassy, and uptight as fuck. I just don’t need her around interfering with me and my family.”
Paco nodded, a sparkle in his eyes. “Sure. Gotcha.”
Steel crossed his arms. “I got work to do. I’m sure Alma’s waiting for you.”
“Right. I can’t wait to meet her when you bring her to the club.” He chuckled and ambled out.
Steel slammed his fist against his thigh and swung around, looking outside again. In the distance, the San Juan Mountains loomed.Bring her to the club, my ass. Paco was way the fuck outta line.He kept his gaze on the mountains, letting their calming effect wash over him.My life is outta balance. Chenoa is safe for now, but what about the next time?And he knew if she didn’t give up the drug, there would definitely be a next time. He had to bring that chaos under control.
Then there was the caseworker who’d been invading his thoughts too much. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t need someone from the outside coming into his life, especially her. Why did she bug him so much? He’d admit that she was a hot piece of ass, but he could go in town and find several women who were hotter and prettier. He shifted his stance.She does something to me. I don’t know what the fuck it is, but it’s something real and deep.And he was madder than hell that he felt a pull toward her. When they’d touched in his mom’s house, he felt a jolt rip through him like lightning.
Fuck, I’m getting soft. Staring out the window and thinking of her like a goddamn pussy.
He pushed away from the window and kicked a chair across the room. He was done thinking about her. He had a ton of work to do. Invoices from the ink shop, the strip bar, the repair shop, the pool hall, and the marijuana grow store lay before him. The businesses did well, but having the grow and recreation license killed it for the club. Banger, the president of the Insurgents MC, was instrumental in securing the grow license for Steel and his brotherhood a few years back, getting the Insurgents’ lawyer to pull some strings. The one store made more money than the last two gun sales they’d done. He no longer had to juggle a full-time job and the responsibilities of running the MC.
The other club businesses also brought in a steady income. The tattoo shop, Get Inked, was the most popular one in Alina. Some of the residents from the neighboring towns came to it for their high-quality tats. Tattoo Mike was the ink artist and he ran the shop. Lust, the club’s strip bar, was jam-packed most weekends and had a steady flow of customers during the weeknights. It was known for beautiful dancers, utmost discretion, and strong drinks. And both the pool hall, Balls and Holes, and the auto and bike repair shop, Skid Marks, made a good income most of the year.
He took out the club’s checkbook and began writing checks. Breanna’s face popped in his head, and he wondered when he’d see her again.
He shook his head.
Yep. I’m acting just like a fucking pussy.
