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He barely paid attention to the remainder of church. Doc said a few words, but Kevlar didn’t listen. The upcoming election of the new VP came up and interested him momentarily. They all knew who’d get it. Boulder, the secretary, and treasurer was a shoo-in for the position.Then again, so is Rubble.The role wouldn’t be voted on until spring. Plenty of time for each man to gain votes.
The meeting ended like every one before it. “May the goddess ride with you,” Prez said before hammering the solid gavel on the Macha emblem carved in the wood table.
Macha’s men slowly filed out of the room, chatting as they left. He hung back, waiting for Rubble. When it was just the duo and Reaper, he spoke. “Why me?”
Reaper nodded to Hawk, who shut the door behind him. “I hear you have history with one of Cutthroat’s dolls.”
“Ancient history.”
“History is history, boy-o.” Reaper’s wrinkled face drew back in a grin. “When women are involved, it’s better to stick with someone they know instead of a new man.”
He shook his head. “You don’t know Kita. She looked ready to stab me herself last week.”
Walking over to him, Reaper rested a hand on Kevlar’s shoulder. His light shade of blue eyes bore into him. “You’ve made contact with her. We’re going this route.”
He looked to Rubble, who merely nodded once. The decision was already made. It’d do none of them any good to argue. Just like in the military, Macha ran on following orders 90 percent of the time. It used to reassure him. Now, it pissed him off.
“Rubble’s put out some feelers about this Nikita Morales of yours.” Reaper stepped back and rubbed his arthritic left hand. It was only a matter of time before he stepped down too. “If she is related to Estevan Morales, this could be huge, Kevlar.”
“I don’t want her to be put in crosshairs. We don’t know the full story here. The Nikita I knew wouldn’t be caught dead in a brothel, let alone be one of the dolls for a MC.” He rested a fist to the table. “Someone’s using her.”
Rubble and Reaper exchanged a glance. “It’s very possible, but we can’t act on it.” He held up his hand when Kevlar opened his mouth. “Not until we know all the facts. Macha doesn’t rush in. We gather information, make a plan, and execute said plan. You know from your time with Rubble he wouldn’t put your girl in danger.”
He didn’t bother correcting Reaper. Nikita wasn’t his girl, but in that moment, it was better than the alternative. She was his years ago, and he’d sure as fuck make her his again if only to keep her safe. Under Macha protection, she was safe. Under Cutthroats’ control, she was a piece of ass.
“Fine, but only I make contact with her.” He met Rubble’s eyes. “Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” Rubble smirked. “So bossy since your return. If you didn’t have a year left on your contract when I left, I would’ve dragged you back myself. Let’s go before you pop your top.” He wrapped an arm around Kevlar’s neck and gave him a half-assed noogie.
Kevlar shot a glance over his shoulder at Reaper. The older man’s soft smile and nod encouraged him slightly. He didn’t trust anyone outside this MC. They were his family since he’d never been very close with his own blood.
“I got the perfect way for you to get close to Nikita without the Cutthroats giving you shit.”
He eyed Rubble, already knowing what the man had brewing in his big head. “She’ll kick my ass before she lets me anywhere near her.”
Rubble chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”
***
“You know what would be super-hot?” The group of bikers looked to Hawk. “Strippers that are twins.”
Isa rolled her eyes and shot back her whiskey. “You’re an eejit.”
Hawk laughed. “What?” He nudged Cueball’s side. “Think about it. Two identical gorgeous women with big knockers all over you.” He sighed. “That’s the dream, boys.”
Klink snorted. “Last week, your dream was Italian chicks.”
He shrugged. “What? I can’t have more than one fantasy?”
Isa stood, taking Doc T with her. “Maybe try a fantasy that’s actually attainable for you.”
The table erupted in laughter, the sassy Irishwoman sashaying away with her man in tow.
Kevlar grabbed the next round of beers and passed them out at the table. “Seriously, though, Hawk. Maybe you should try hitting up one of the girls in town.” He jutted his head toward a group of Snowshoe women dressed in short skirts despite the chilly weather.
“Yeah,” Rubble joined in. “I’ll bet one of them will ride your dick… after ten beers.”
Laughter at Hawk’s expense took over until the man finally stood. “Fuck you all. I’m getting some pussy tonight.” He sauntered toward the group of women, and every head at the Macha table turned to watch. Sure enough, his easy smile and charming demeanor snared him not one but two of the blondes.
