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“Okay?” Scar kicked one boot across the other and stretched out his legs in front of himself. He laid an arm on the table and tapped it. “What does that mean, kid? Are you in?”
My stomach clenched in anticipation. “Yeah.”
“You know how to ride?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I repeated, then cleared my throat. “Leo had a bike before he went away. He sold it because he needed cash for the lawyer, but he let me ride it.”
“Good.” Scar tapped his finger harder. “Because being a King isn’t easy. You’ll get shot at, and there’s always someone gunning for you. One of our brothers, Will, was chased down by Demons, and he was thrown from his bike. The accident nearly killed him. I told Leo it was dangerous, but he said you’ve got the guts. Is that true, Shep? Do you have the guts like your brother said?”
“Fuck yeah, I do. Let me prove it.” I went to stand, but he shot forward and grabbed me by the shoulder, shoving me back into the seat.
“Down, boy.” He laughed loudly. “I believe you. Listen up, you go on your date. I’ll even give you the bike right now. Come back here on Monday afternoon, and I’ll give you a jacket and a rundown of how this will work. I’ll introduce you to King, too, and he’ll give you a brand-new prospect patch. He’s away for the weekend with his own man. We’ll start testing your guts then, got it?”
“Yeah.” I smirked. “I got it, old man.”
“Hey, watch yourself.” Scar smirked and patted me on the shoulder. “I know the trailer park’s pretty shitty, but I can’t offer you a room here just yet. You gotta prove yourself first. But you can occasionally crash here if you’re needed in the city, got it?”
“Yeah.” I licked my dry lips and smiled. “So, uh, can prospects crashing here have friends over, too?”
He snorted. “If you mean your boyfriend in the barroom? Sure. Just don’t get too loud. Not all the brothers have holes to fuck regularly.”
“Deal.” The thought offuckingJonas made my cock twitch.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Scar shook his head and smiled smugly. He stood, stretching upward so I had to crane my neck to look at him. “Come on, kid. Let’s get this bike for you so you can go on that date and get laid.”
I couldn’t love an idea more than I loved this one; although, I suspected it would take more than one date to get Jonas in my bed.
6
JONAS
“I’m Josh,in case you didn’t catch my name. You need to take a deep breath.” The guy across the bar slid me a can of Coke and flashed a crooked smile in my direction. I stared down at the pop and took it, then cracked the top. The first burst of bubbles on my tongue woke me up to the real world and not the hazy adrenaline-fueled panic that had been screaming in my mind so far.
“I’m fine. My name is Jonas. Like Jonas and the whale? If you’ve ever read the Bible. You probably don’t read the Bible around here, but maybe you do?” My voice wavered, and the guy sitting beside me, Scar’s boyfriend, shook his head with a tiny smile as he studied me. I slurped my Coke to stop the word vomit spewing from me.
“Have you ever been in a place like this?” Scar’s boyfriend rested his chin on his palm and stared at me with wide brown eyes.
“Uh.” I shrugged, then sipped again to make myself think before speaking. I didn’t lie as a general rule, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, either. This man didn’t seem as if he was a terrible guy, though, because my lack of answer made him smile wider, and he didn’t look like he was making fun of me. He sat up and took off his black leather jacket, then slung it over the stool on his left, and I was a little surprised that his arms below his T-shirt weren’t covered in tattoos.
“I’m Charley,” he said, then offered me his hand. “Please don’t call me Fish. Only Scar does that.” We shook, and I slowly began to relax.
One of the other guys came over and sat on the barstool on my right. This man, on the other hand, was covered in tattoos, and he even had one on his face. “What’s a cute boy like you doin’ in a no-good place like this? If you’re looking for dick, the biggest one in the room is sitting right here.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Barber, I’m telling Quain you were flirting,” Josh singsonged.
“Fuck you, I’m not!” Barber said, and his scowl was real as he leaned up on his elbows and pointed at Josh. “I was just messing with him. The next thing I was gonna say was that it was already taken.”
Josh shooed at him with a bar towel he swiped off his shoulder. “Uh huh. Sure. I’m telling Quain you were begging for ass and didn’t even care that it was clearly already taken when he got here. Look at this guy! He doesn’t need that.”
My face burned.
Charley nodded along.
“Oh, I’m fine,” I murmured, starting to feel embarrassed. Two more men came in, and they were big scary looking guys dressed in leather, too. They didn’t say anything to us or even seem to notice us because they were deep in a conversation, and Josh ran off to grab beers for them before they could ask for anything. He slid the men their drinks, and I let out a long breath.
Charley sighed and glanced toward the ceiling. “You know, no one here started out as a biker.” He gave me a soft smile. “Not even that big bear who dragged off your boyfriend. I don’t know why he’s here, but you can relax. No one will bite.”
Barber snorted and knocked his shoulder hard against mine. Charley steadied me on my stool and glared at him.
