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What’s done is done. Time to move on, put this behind you, and then see about getting Nate help again.
Mayhem pulled the Harley out onto the road, and she kept her focus on Nate as they sped away. Desolation was about three hours away. She’d never been on the back of a bike before, but she could assume this would be a long ride and that her ass would be sore by the time she was finished with it.
But as he accelerated and time passed, she realized being pressed up against him, the only stability she had on this machine, and the open road rushing beneath her had this freedom filling her.
Butters closed her eyes, and for just a moment, just this second, she imagined herself not being paid to have sex with Mayhem, that her and her brother’s lives weren’t in danger, and that the world in general wasn’t as screwed up as it was.
Chapter
Nine
Mayhem and Butters had arrived at the club an hour ago, and he’d set her up in one of the empty rooms. He hadn’t spoken to Fury yet, but the president wasn’t at the club anyway.
Mayhem didn’t even know where to start with explaining this, because even if Mayhem was footing the debt for Nate, he’d brought her to the club and was keeping her here for the time being—well, until he told her she’d be bunking at his place—and that put the club in the middle of this.
The MC was dead as the patches and prospects were either in the back garage working on bikes or taking care of business in town, which meant collecting the fees of some of the local businesses to make sure things ran smoothly and no one fucked with them. Desolation was their town, was Bleeding Mayhem territory. They had contracts, so to speak, with businesses like bars and garages, bike shops, and even restaurants.
Those places gave a cut to the club to make sure they weren’t fucked with, that others knew if they were messed with the MC came down on them.
It was one form of revenue for them, and the other was they had a small gun running business on the side. Meaning, the transportation and delivery of ammunition and weapons. The club was very well off.
But Mayhem had saved his money, had a nice nest egg, and what he was giving to Butters wasn’t depleting what he had. But if he was only being honest with himself, and despite this being a total fucking sex agreement, Mayhem wanted to make sure she was safe.
The very thought of her hurt, of someone threatening her, pissed him off. It was the kind of anger he felt when the ones he cared about were put in danger.
Mayhem didn’t know if he liked that or not, but it didn’t matter because it was a fact, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Just then, the front door opened, a swatch of light coming in. Mayhem turned and saw Fury walking in with Dirty and Dealer. Dirty was holding a part for a Harley. All three were equally filthy.
“When’d you get back?” Fury asked, heading straight for the bar.
“About an hour ago.” Mayhem clapped Dirty and Dealer on their backs, and the two patches walked to the bar. Fury grabbed some beers and set them on the counter. Dirty and Dealer grabbed the beers, started talking shop to each other, and then went to the back of the club.
“I need to talk to you,” Mayhem said.
“Yeah?” Fury asked, taking a long pull from the bottle and watching Mayhem. The president set the bottle down and wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. He was dirty with grease, smelled of pot and motor oil, and looked like he hadn’t slept all night.
“I got a woman I brought back from where Claire used to live.”
Fury cocked a brow but didn’t say anything.
“I made a deal with her.”
“A deal?”
Mayhem nodded. “Her brother is in some trouble, and I’m bailing them out, but she’s paying me back in ass.” He didn’t have to be so crude, but the fact was, that was who he was, and that’s why Butters was here.
“Trouble?” Fury sounded more alert now.
“Her brother got mixed in with the Cardona Family.”
Fury didn’t respond right away, didn’t even show any emotion after that.
“And how is that your problem?” Fury finally asked. “Last I heard, that was some punk-ass group trying to seem like the next big mafia family.”
Mayhem ran a hand over his face, breathing out. “It’s not, but I fucking want her, so I offered to pay his debt.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?”
“I told you.”
Fury shook his head. “So, because you’re so damn hard up for some pussy, you offered to get in the middle of a mafia debt? Man, you’re stupider than I thought.” Fury turned around, grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of scotch, and faced Mayhem again. They didn’t speak as Fury poured them both a shot.
