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“Seriously, Delphi. Between Nikita’s FBI connections and the guys themselves, Macha can make this process go a bit faster.”
Delphi stared at the woman she could no longer imagine her life without. “Thanks, but I don’t think I’m there yet.” Jupiter opened her mouth, but before she could argue, Delphi continued, “But if I do, I’ll ask for help.”
“You better.” Jupiter poked Delphi’s side. “Macha’s better than you think. Give the guys a chance. I know I’m glad I did.”
Nodding, Delphi took another drink and glanced out the window. If she trusted another MC, would it be a mistake or the best thing to happen to her? She just wasn’t sure.
CHAPTER5
BREWER
Fire.That girl spit fire. But hell, if he didn’t want to consume her whole, burns be damned. His entire body buzzed from their recent interaction.
Brewer finished polishing his motorcycle and tossed the rag onto the pavement of the parking lot outside the clubhouse. His beauty gleamed from wheel to wheel and everywhere in between. With the weather cooperating more and more each day, the entire club was itching to get out on the roads with their motorcycles.
“We’re heading to Waverley,” Cueball said in passing with Boulder at his side. “Wanna come?”
Standing up, he shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. Gotta take inventory and do some shit around the bar. Next time.”
He watched the duo grab the keys to one of the trucks and the puff of diesel smoke escape as they left the parking lot.
“I finally heard back from one of the Cutthroat dolls.”
Turning, Brewer spotted Dolly approaching as she spoke. In true Dolly form, she wore a black cut-off shirt, her tattooed arms displayed proudly while jeggings, a high ponytail, and dark eye makeup completed her signature look.
“Yeah? What’d she say?”
“She saw a guy fitting Shovelhead’s description about six months ago.” Dolly shrugged on a leather jacket that had Macha’s emblem embroidered on the back. Only club members were patched, but Dolly was as good as joined. She ran the nymph side of the club business. If she asked, they’d induct her, but she never would. His sister preferred to be behind the scenes.
“Great. So, we’re six months too late.” He leaned against the bike. “I know it was him, Dolly. I feel it in my bones. He’s the one who killed our parents.”
“Me too, but we gotta be cautious. Can’t be running around like crazy kids anymore.”
Thinking back to when they’d done exactly that in their childhood, Brewer smiled. They’d gotten into more trouble than their parents deserved to deal with from their kids. It never failed; Macha would take care of any monetary indiscretions they caused, and their parents would give them god-awful chores for a month.
“They’d want us to find the bastard and make him pay.”
Dolly laid a hand on his shoulder. “But they wouldn’t want us dying in the process. We both have futures to look forward to.”
“Futures?” He snorted. “What else is there other than the club? Macha is our lives.”
“But what if it isn’t?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What’re you talking about?”
Dolly examined the row of motorcycles as she weaved between them. “I’ve been thinking of retiring.”
“Retiring? You’re not even forty. Hell, I should retire, then, considering I’m two years older than you.”
“As the club madam.”
His brows rose. “Oh, shit. Seriously?”
She nodded. “I never imagined I’d even be considering it, but after seeing what Doc, Kevlar, and even Rubble went through over the last year, I’m not sure I want the same fate.”
Something didn’t feel right. His sister was born and raised in Macha. No way in hell would she abandon the club.Unless there’s a good motivation.
“What’s the real reason, Dolly? Don’t fuck with me.” He crossed his arms over his chest and did his best big brother stare.
