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“I’ll escort them to the edge of the property.”
He looked each of the originals in the eyes. Not one of them had any remorse and honestly, he couldn’t fault them. He’d quit the police force because he was tired of the victims never getting justice. Today, they’d scared the offenders and hopefully made it safer for the ladies to walk home.
“Can I trust you three to notify the girl’s parents that we want to know if anything else happens?”
Their grins had him wondering if they’d set this up to test how he’d respond. He was sure the punks had taken liberties they shouldn’t, but their usual response was to go to the punks’ home and have a chat. Today had been a little different.
“Sure, Prez.”
“Good job, War.”
“You got it.”
He shook his head as their words flew all at once. He was going to grab a beer, go finish reading the reports, and then hope someone at the party intrigued him. If he was lucky, the originals would man the grill tonight and stay out of trouble, but he wasn’t counting on it. He’d been thrilled to be back in Bluff Creek and take over the MC but he wasn’t sure how the hell he was going to deal with the originals. Most of them had been favored uncles growing up. They’d been the first good men he and his twin had come in contact with. Thank goodness he’d been out of diapers when he came so he didn’t have them having that to throw in his face.
Chapter Two
Remington walked downthe street to the entrance of the clubhouse. Winnie’s words were ringing in her ears.Are you sure you’re up to this?Was she up to this? She didn’t have a choice. She was the one that was texting with their skip, and he was going to be at the Bluff Creek Brotherhood’s Saturday night get together. The skip had been cagey when she’d messaged him on Facebook but after a couple days of her chatting and convincing him she wasn’t a threat, he’d asked her to come to the party. He’d wanted to meet “Tonya” in person. She had a couple different names she used when hunting and Tonya had seemed just his type.
She’d been to the Bluff Creek Brotherhood compound and parties multiple times over the years, but she’d avoided it the last three months since Warrick Shields had come back. She actually preferred calling him the name he was called when he was younger because it irritated him so much. He didn’t look like Ricky anymore. He was all man now, but she couldn’t think about that. She needed to keep her mind on her job tonight. Lack of concentration bred mistakes, and mistakes in her business could mean lives lost.
Skirting her way into the clubhouse, she looked for tonight’s loser. He’d mentioned he would be helping at the inside bar until eight, which worked perfectly. She’d wait until eight to walk in. She’d chat for a little bit, and they could hang out after he was done. Once he was comfortable, she’d take him out to the street off the MC property and her sisters would arrive to take him in. No big deal. Roam wouldn’t think twice about seeing her hanging around and wouldn’t do more than wave, so she’d only need to avoid War. She’d clocked him hanging outside and had taken the long way into the clubhouse. He’d been lounging against the table manning the bonfire. She’d been drawn to his strong jaw with his scruffy beard—not too long, just enough to rub against her neck and other interesting parts. He’d tried to look relaxed with his legs crossed at the ankle, but it was deceptive. He’d been scanning the area for threats. Jeans, motorcycle boots, a t-shirt, and his Bluff Creek Brotherhood cut had never looked so good on a man.
She’d worked to ensure she didn’t catch his attention but his eyes following her let her know she’d failed. She should have chosen strappy sandals instead of her motorcycle boots but if she had to chase her mark, she didn’t want to be in heels. She hated them. She couldn’t understand how anyone could want to wear them.
As the oldest of the Franks sisters, she’d grown up babysitting her younger sisters, watching out for them, and now making sure they all came home alive. On a skip, it took seconds for things to turn from sugar to shit. Sometimes she wished everything didn’t all hang on her shoulders. Her dad was looking to her and her sisters to take over Franks and Daughters Bail Bonds. She loved the business, yet occasionally, she dreamed about someone taking care of her. It probably came from too many princess movies growing up where the prince always rescued the princess. She didn’t need rescuing, but she wouldn’t turn down a shoulder to lean on. Of course, Ricky Shields had ruined princess movies for her. They were in high school, and his parents were throwing a big party at the MC. She’d been watching Matt and Ricky for years. For some reason, even though they were twins, she couldn’t care less about Matt. Ricky drew her in even though he gave her no indication he saw her.
She’d decided to try to get his attention. She’d noticed the girls he gave attention to at school, so she’d decided she’d put a little effort in before they went to the party. She’d curled her thick hair though she usually wore it straight and found a cute skirt and shoes, even though she was far happier in jeans and motorcycle boots.
She’d barely walked in when Ricky had thrown a ball at Matt. Matt hadn’t been watching and it had bounced off his shoulder, hitting the open bottles of soda on the table and knocking them over. She’d been standing by the table. The pop had drenched her shirt and skirt. When he’d smarted off and called her a princess, she’d run toward him to punch him. Her dad stopped her before she could do any damage. Ricky had been the bane of her existence after that, calling her princess every chance he got.
She’d convinced herself while he’d been gone that she’d left her animosity in the past. She’d fooled herself because she had a burning need to have him see the real her even though it was a pipe dream. Her best hope was a working relationship where she refrained from beating the crap out of him.
She forced a smile on her face as she spotted Kenny. She had a job to do and reminiscing over her high school crush wasn’t going to get it done. Kenny wasn’t the first slime ball she’d had to get close to and he wouldn’t be the last.
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