Page 2 of Hustler's Hope


Font Size:  

Stupid, the MC life is dangerous. That’s why you don’t want an old lady.

True, and I liked women. Slim and trim, curvy and voluptuous. Blondes. Brunettes. Plain Janes. Glamorous runway model types. Tattoos and piercings. I enjoyed every variety. I wasn’t meant to be tied to one female for the rest of my life. Marriage and fidelity weren’t for everyone.

I scrubbed my hands down my cheeks, not believing my own bullshit. My reasons for not claiming a woman went beyond committing to her. I didn’t have to worry about losing the person I loved the way Cobra and Buff had. Those bastards had made choices that had brought them broken hearts and suffering. They could’ve done things differently—they should’ve done everything differently.

Cobra had gotten Karma and his little girl back a couple of months ago. They were on the road to recovery. Their mutual wounds were healing, and they loved each other more than before. I was happy for them, but I didn’t appreciate how seeing them made me question my choices.

Then there was Buff. He could’ve made different decisions in his life. He was the smartest of us, yet he had screwed the pooch with Reign. He’d once told me she was his perfect match, but she had wanted to go to college and make something of herself. She’d begged Buff to go with her, and he refused, setting her free. Buff had stupidly believed if he let her go out of love, she’d return to him because she truly loved him back and would always be his. His theory hadn’t panned out the way he’d hoped.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll spank your ass, baby.” Cobra adjusted his hard-on and went behind a tree. Probably to jerk off while on the phone with his woman. I’d probably do the same thing if I’d been away from my girl for more than twenty-four hours.

Christ, you’re such a horndog. Yes, I am.

“Wanna hit?” Bone passed me a joint.

“Thanks.” I took it and inhaled the calming properties into my lungs. Digging graves and burying brothers I had trusted fucked with my head. Could nobody be trusted? “Are you okay with staying in Minot until we can get a new crew up here?” We’d been up north for a week. I was anxious to get home.

“Yeah. The past couple of months has been stressful as hell.” He nodded toward Cobra. “He’s not ready to let me go to Montana. The compound is just sitting vacant after Storm’s crew left last month.”

“What’d you expect after what you did?” I still couldn’t believe the length he’d gone to be president of the North Dakota chapter. Worse yet, he’d enlisted Spectre. I didn’t so much blame Spectre for the fallout. He’d been young and dumb and emotional. Bone had been older and wiser. He deserved to pay for tearing apart Cobra and Karma.

“I’m not having this conversation with you.” Bone swiped the joint out of my hand and stalked away.

I flipped off the fucker.

Bone was a mystery I hadn’t solved. A master at getting out of an ass chewing. He intimidated everyone, was tight-lipped and had a stone-cold expression. I was sure his icy, black heart didn’t beat. In that regard, he was different from the rest of us.

No clue what the fuck had made him this way. When I was in middle school, he’d changed overnight. One day he was my rowdy, older brother who laughed all the time, then the next, he hated everything and everyone. I wished I knew what had made his light burn out.

“All right. Let’s get this shit done.” Cobra appeared from behind the tree. “I want to get home, and I’m sure you do too.”

“Yeah.” Although I had nothing to go home to like him. “Buff hates managing the casino in my absence. Plus, I’m not caught up on the books after being in Minneapolis.” My brother had been forced to stay behind with Spectre to keep order in Fargo. They were the muscle in the club.

“Sounds fun.” Cobra smirked. “I plan to lock my woman in the bedroom all weekend. Lady M is watching Nova.”

“She’s thrilled to have a granddaughter.”

“I plan to give her another grandkid soon. You should, too. Hell, we all should. Except for Piper. She’s too young.”

“Naw. I don’t want the hassle of having a woman and kid.”

“You idiot. It’s the best thing ever.” Cobra shook his head. His phone chimed with a notification, stealing his attention. Good. I didn’t want to have this conversation with him anyway.

It wasn’t like I never dreamed about getting married and starting a family. When I did, only one woman came to mind:Nurse Naughty. But the last time we hooked up, she reminded me of her three-date limit. To say I was stunned was an understatement. No woman had ever pulled that card on me. In fact, I was a one-and-done man and would ghost the chick—except with Nurse Naughty.

The blonde bombshell had made my engine purr like no one before her. She was wild and adventurous. After having her in the hospital room last summer, I’d asked to see her again.

And what did she do?

She shot me down.

I’d walked away disappointed, but I got over it quickly.

Our second time together had been New Year’s Eve. I’d waited in the hospital parking lot for her. I had a gut feeling she’d be working and was right. Her whole face had lit up like I was exactly who she’d been hoping to see.

Perhaps I couldn’t get her out of my head because she was my person. No woman had made an impression on me the way Nurse Naughty had.

Fuck, I didn’t even know her real name. I’d stupidly neglected to read her badge at the hospital. When we were together the last two times, she had refused to tell me anything personal about her. I didn’t even have her phone number. She probably thought I was a stalker for showing up in the parking lot just for a hookup.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like