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“Fuck! That was—”An alarm blares overhead indicating a call out before I can say anymore or even catch my breath. “I need to go, but I’ll find you later, okay?” I tell her, dropping her legs to floor and quickly tucking myself away.
She nods, then says, “Go, it’s fine.” She straightens her dress, which I now know she’s wearing nothing beneath since I tore her panties from her body in my hurry to get inside her. There’s a blush to her cheeks, and I’m sure it’s not all from the hot as fuck sex we just had.
“I—” A finger meets my lips, silencing me, then she leans forward and kisses me.
“Go. I’m good.”
I walk to the door, pausing to look back at her and not believing what just happened between us. She steps forward, shooing me out the door and closing it quickly behind me.
I pull on my jacket and climb into the truck just as it begins to pull out of the station.
“Hey, man, you okay?” Nolan asks from beside me.
I look at my best friend, and a sudden wave of guilt washes over me. I’m just about to respond when the address comes through the radio again. I wasn’t paying attention the first time, but I sure as hell have my head in the game now.
“That’s—”
“Morning Kick. Dad is there.”
“It’ll be okay, man.”
Something startles me awake,and I’m glad for it as I’ve been asleep long enough. What I’m not glad for is the boner that dream has given me, and I roll over onto my back, trying to ease some of the tightness in my boxers. It doesn’t help. My mind drifts back to the picture of Kennedy, and Stu and Maria sat round the table and my cock practically runs away at the thought of them being in danger.
Pushing myself up from the bed, I head downstairs, flicking the coffee machine on as I grab my phone, which I’d left on the counter.
A missed call from Ray and one from a number I don’t recognize. I pour myself a coffee and take a seat in the lounge, then I call my uncle.
“Asher, I knew you’d come around.”
“I haven’t changed my mind, Ray. I told you I was done, and I meant it.”
“There is no done,nephew. Not until I say you are.”
“I beg to differ, and I ain’t budging, but I could be persuaded to contact a friend who might be interested…for a price of course.”
He snorts down the line like I offered him cubic zirconia instead of diamonds. “Why would I pay someone else when I have family to do it for free, huh, Asher? Why?”
“Because that’s what’s on the table. Take it or leave it, Ray.” I wait silently for him to make his decision. I know he won’t turn me down because if he did and tried to force me, he’d be left with nothing. The thing with Ray is he likes to think he’s in charge, that he’s got the upper hand, but all he has is lot of bark and no bite. He knows it’s me that holds all the cards when it comes to leverage. It’s one thing I made sure of when he tried to recruit me into his little motorcycle club, the Savage Cobras, he runs with.
“You’re a cocky little bastard. You better not being doing the dirty on me, Asher. You don’t shaft family, son.”
“Don’t fucking call me that. I ain’t your son or anyone else’s for that matter. And you have no fucking right to lecture me on shafting family.” Him calling me son is just another reminder of the fact I don’t have a father around to call me son. Not that I’d want mine back in the picture even if it was possible. In fact, the only person I ever let call me son was Nolan and Kennedy’s dad, Archie. “I’ll give you the guy’s number, but you’re going to owe me for a change. And when I call it in, you’re going to come through for me, Ray. Do you hear me?”
“Pfft, I don’t owe—”
“One call to Viper, Ray, and he’d have that patch carved from your body as quick as lightening.” I can almost hear the grimace on his face, but he agrees and then ends the call. His ego has been bruised temporarily, but he’ll get over it. Ray once did the dirty on his club, and I’m the only one who knows. Although, Viper isn’t stupid, and I wouldn’t put it past him to know. But like me he’s keeping it in the bag for a rainy day.
Ray’s never made it past getting patched in, not through a lack of trying though, I’m sure. He’s not reliable or smart enough to rise in the ranks of a patched in member. I think that’s why he was hoping to get me to prospect for them. He knows I have brains and brawn and could have made him look good while helping the club.
I may have done some questionable things in my time but that’s just not me. I love my job even after losing Nolan. These past six years haven’t lessened the guilt, but I’ve learned to live with it.
I look down at the picture on the counter, reading over the words again. I didn’t tell Jackson that I’ve seen a letter just like this one before. Six years ago and sent to Archie a couple of weeks before he and Nolan died.
Snatching it from the counter, I fold it and place it in the kitchen drawer, then I rinse my mug and head out to do some shopping as there is nothing in the house to eat.
I park up outside the store, and as I climb from the car, I see Maria coming out. She spots me straight away.
“Asher, it’s good to see you. How are things?” she asks, juggling her bags.
