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She’s all I want. Hell, women here have been approaching me the last two nights and I’ve turned them all away on the guise that I’m too angry to give them what they’re looking for. The truth is, I don’t want them. Shit, even if I thought about it, my dick is showing zero interest.
I was hoping tonight something would happen to move this along, but I’ve been here a few hours and so far, it’s a dry run. I can feel eyes on me though. I know they are watching because my skin itches from it. I don’t know who or where, but they’re watching just the same. That’s the only reason I’m nursing this damn beer instead of going home to Shelby.
I drum my fingers against the old wood table, thinking about calling tonight a bust when I see Streak walk into the bar and make a beeline my way. I haven’t seen him since the club sent him to try and get in with the BMRR crew. I act like I don’t notice him, but I never fully take my gaze from him. He’s weaving through the bar, and I track his plan leather cut with no colors just a white patch proclaiming his prospect status. There’s no MC emblem, no chapter patch and no location. He has to earn those, and he will in spades with the DC’s we owe him big time for putting his ass on the line like this.
I don’t have to guess why he’s here. He’s approaching a rival club enforcer. He could get killed easily for what he’s about to do. It seems fate that it is Streak they chose. I keep my facial expressions bored. I can’t give away the fact I know Streak. He’s impressive though. He’s walking my way with a cool confidence. There’s a small bead of perspiration on his forehead, but that’s it.
“Back away, kid,” I tell him as he’s close. “Our club isn’t looking for wannabes. Even if we were I’d tell you to run the fuck away. They’re not worth being around right now,” I lie.
I see a flicker of something in his face as he makes a show of pulling out a chair, scraping it against the floor loudly, before flipping it around, and straddling it when he sits.
Streak is a good man, but even I didn’t realize how much promise he had. The guys—myself included—have given him hell because he looks a hell of a lot like Ford. They both have the same long, dark hair and matching beards—although Streak keeps his neatly cut and closer to his face. They look so much alike that we tease both him and Ford that Streak needs to demand Ford take a DNA test.
“Cute,” Streak says. He motions towards my cut. “Aren’t you a little far out for a Demon Chaser?”
“It’s still our territory, but I’m a man and I’ll go where I want.”
“Word on the street says you’re looking to break free,” Streak says, leaning his head on his arms on the back of the chair.
“It’s not like I’ve made a secret of that shit, but I don’t like people sticking their fucking noses in my business.” I growl. I can tell the people around us are moving away to give us a wide birth. Most people get nervous around you when you’re wearing club colors.
“I’ve got a message for you,” Streak says.
“Oh yeah? What’s the message?” I ask, sounding bored.
“Do you know the old, deserted carpet factor on route eleven? It’s just past the state line. Be there tomorrow at midnight and make sure you come alone,” he instructs.
I laugh and then take another pull of my beer.Finally!Progress. “Do I look stupid to you, boy? I’m not going into fucking enemy territory at night alone. Nice fucking try, though.”
Streak makes a show of getting up and taunting me. “Don’t show if you’re scared then. I would’ve thought there was more to you than that, considering you’re yourbloodline.” The last part makes my blood run cold. It catches me off guard as I flex my hands giving away my temper, but I school my features to look pissed off that I basically just got called a chickenshit by a prospect.
I see the message clearly in the prospects eyes and fuck if it hasn’t been delivered.
“Damn,” I mumble under my breath, downing my beer.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the prospect was trying to let know that they’ve been checking me out at the BMRR’s—and I don’t like what they’ve managed to find out at all.
Fuck!
Chapter25
King
Islam the door to the damn third rate motel room I rented. I lock the door and pick up the burner phone T left for me in the bathroom at the hospital the last day I got to see Shelby. That seems like a lifetime ago, even if it has been just two days without her, that’s two too many. I miss the hell out of her and now, I have to figure out what to do. I can’t handle the thought of being away from her knowing her ex is out there causing her trouble.
When I got Mason’s full name off of Billie the other day, she made me promise to make the bastard pay for what he did to Shelby. Billie told me Shelby never went into details and the relationship didn’t last long, but the haunted look in granddaughter’s eyes was all she needed to see to know it was bad. She also told me he was part of an MC and that’s why she warned me away. It did make me feel better that she apologized. Still, I’m starting to think Shelby may have dated a member of my own club. It would have to be one of the newer members or a prospect and I don’t keep up with them to know. It’s on my list of things to ask her about. I’m curious as to why she didn’t tell me herself. I was upset at first, but I reasoned out she was afraid that if I knew she had been with a brother, I would walk away. There’s usually an unwritten code that we don’t fuck women who belonged to one of our brothers—at least not ones they’ve been serious about. I find out who it is, he won’t be a member of the club. He won’t be breathing.
Sadly, the name is leading me nowhere. It’s like the guy fell off the face of the earth when he hit twenty-one. If the birth certificate I found is right, that was almost fifteen years ago. We haven’t figured out why, but I had the club’s new computer wiz, Battle, get on it.
I flop down on the bed and dial the number. There are two rings before Ford picks “Hello?”
“I met with Streak. He was doing an errand for the BMRRs,” I inform him, kicking off my boots.
“I guess that means our boy gained some trust,” Ford murmurs, and I can hear that he’s proud. He should be because that’s no small feat.
“Yeah, though we were definitely being watching. The kid was cool as ice though. He impressed me.”
“What did he tell you?”
