Chapter one
Banshee
“I’m going to head out. I think you’ve got all the shit together.” I stood up, shaking Flame’s hand, and slapping Zeus on the back.
Zeus was good at this shit, making people feel like they were special. I on the other hand hated this shit, especially when it wasn’t even at our Clubhouse. Being out of the Reaper’s Clubhouse, or the compound made me itchy. I just wanted to be around my shit. My books, my computer, my stuff, and the Outsiders didn’t have any of my shit. Zeus didn’t give me shit for boning out early. I stayed for the good part, and gracefully exited for the last of the meeting.
The Reaper’s Rebels had officially offered to make the Outsiders a chapter in our club. Flame, the newly appointed president, had proven himself, and it would be good for the club to have more members instead of another club in Vegas. It also kept Flame in check and the Reaper’s Rebels where they belonged, on top.
“Take care, Banshee,” Flame called out as I walked out of the Outsiders’ small meeting room. Walking out, I noticed their state-of-the-art garage. The Outsiders might have a small Clubhouse, but they sure made up for it in their mechanic shop.
A young kid, probably a prospect, was poking around at an engine, with the JackholeS playing on a hidden speaker. I watched as they turned the key, and the engine sputtered to life for a split second before dying out.
“It’s the alternator,” I said, not able to resist an engine.
“Shit,” replied a very feminine voice.
When she turned around, the breath was sucked out of my lungs. It was like she was wielding an invisible baseball bat, and she landed it right in my abdomen.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” She had a black hat on giving me full access to her face, which reminded me of a pixy. I couldn’t help studying her sharp chin, and pointy cheek bones. She belonged in a children’s book about fairy queens, not a greasy garage. The fact that she was in a greasy garage, black marring one of her cheek bones made her ten times hotter. Her blue eyes looked like glaciers, and the glare she was sending me made them even icier.
“I’m Banshee.”
“I didn’t ask you what your name was. I asked why the fuck you’re in here. This is Outsiders’ property, you have no right to be in here.” Her pointy chin jutted out, and now my dick was jutting out too. She had a wrench in her hand and she was holding on to it so tight her knuckles were white.
She was fucking magnificent.
“I’m here with the Reaper’s Rebels. We had a meeting with Flame, and I was ducking out early. I was just admiring your garage.” I perused her up and down with an unhurried glance.
Her eyebrow quirked up, letting me know she caught me. “You shouldn’t admire people’s garages without their permission.”
Her bow-shaped mouth popped up at the sides, and I was smiling right with her.
“Sometimes you can’t help it. Sometimes a garage is so damn perfect you can’t help but stare.”
Pink tinted her cheeks. “Alright, Hulk. Since you’re in here admiring my, garage, you can help me with my problem.”
We were both smiling like fools. We were caught in the trap of each other and I didn’t think there was a way out. “I’ll be happy to help. In fact, I have something I can park in your garage right now, if you want.”
“I don’t deal with mopeds,” she shot back.
I chuckled at her cheekiness. She was going to be trouble, and I wanted all of it. Our president, Zeus, and our vice president, Marshal found their women just like this. They stated it was like a kick to the gut when they laid eyes on them. They both said as soon as they saw their respective wives they knew immediately they were for them, and they were done with any other women. I scoffed at them when they told me about the romantic shit, thinking they were out of their mind. Pussy-whipped idiots.
And fuck them if they weren’t telling the fucking truth.
Not only did I want to fuck this girl so senseless she’d never think of another man again. I also wanted to protect her. Cherish her. And make her mine for the rest of eternity.
Yep, I was fucked. Zeus and Marshal were going to laugh their asses off, not to mention their wives, Clara and Billie. I was never going to hear the end of this.
“Pixy, there is nothing about me that would be considered a moped.”
She looked me over taking her time, and I liked it. “I don’t know, I’ve heard the bigger the man the smaller the, uhm...” She pointed toward my crotch which was pressing painfully against my zipper. Her blue eyes melted into liquid fire when she noticed the large package wanting to rip out of my jeans and get to her.
I moved in, unable to stay away from her any longer. She didn’t move, watching me with molten fiery eyes as I neared. When I reached her, the electricity between us was palpable. I rubbed my thumb over the grease spot on her cheek giving into the need to touch her.
“What’s your name, little pixy?”
“Finley.” Her name popped out of her luscious lips in a sexy whisper.
