AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“So you think you could tell me about your experience with the club?” I asked, going to dig out my notepad. “Ginger said to talk to the young ones, and you’re young, right? Probably no older than thirty?”
“I said you couldsithere. I didn’t say that I wanted to talk.” His tone wasnotwhat I had expected, though there might have been a hint of amusement there.
“I thought that you might be able to tell me—”
“Hey, Sarah!” Viper cut me off, waving to the woman working behind the bar. “Get this woman something to drink—and make it strong.”
The young, big boobed woman behind the bar laughed. “Got it.”
He turned back to me as I chewed the inside of my cheek out of frustration. “This is club life,” Viper motioned to the party around us. “It’s wild, fun, and we have a solid brotherhood.”
“And what do you do for work?” I clicked my pen.
“What does that have to do with MC life?”
“Uh, I don’t know. It gives a good portrait of you as a person, and how this experience has shaped you.” I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant but squirming under his intense gaze.
“My grandpa was one of the founding members, my dad was a member, and now I am, too. I guess that’s how it shaped me. I work on motorcycles, and other than that, I oversee the club.”
“Right,” I said, jotting those things down. He didn’treallyhave a job, because theclubwas the job—and probably all the illegal activities.
But whatever.
Sarah sat my drink down in front of me. “I don’t know what you actually like, but I made you a margarita of sorts. It’s just a little stronger.”
“Great, thanks,” I took the red drink from her, smelling it before I dared to sip it. It smelled heavily of tequila.
“We’re not going to drug you,” Viper chuckled, eyeing me as I hesitated to put it to my lips.
“Didn’t think you were,” I retorted, taking a long sip of the sweet drink. It wasstrong, but it was also...amazing.
And exactly what I need to deal with this clusterfuck.
“I see why Vinny sent you,” he remarked as I continued to down the drink, not even bothering to take my time—I needed all the liquid courage I could get.
“He wants fresh eyes on the piece.” I sat the drink down, nearly finished. There was no doubt I would be feeling it sooner rather than later. “I usually work as an investigative journalist, but he’s recently switched me up to more relaxed work. I got into some trouble the last time.”
Viper looked intrigued. “Like what kind of trouble?”
“I got shot at,” I burst into laughter, my face feeling hot from the liquor already. “I mean, not with a real gun—like a pellet gun. I had trespassed onto a property to see one of the cars that had been assumed to be involved with a crime, and the old man who owned the land came out of nowhere.”
Viper’s face didn’t shift in the slightest. “Interesting.”
“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” I giggled as Viper downed the rest of his beer. “I seriously just want to get this stupid story and get out of here.”
Thatcaught his attention.
“Come on then,” he slid off the bar stool, waving for me to follow him.
I weighed my options but decided to just go along. My liquid courage was giving me a little buzz, but not enough that I didn’t have my wits about me. “Where are we going?” I asked, following him out of the main area and down a hallway.
“To my room.”
“Uh...” was all I managed to mumble as we continued down the hallway, finally stopping at the last wooden door. He typed in a code on the lock and opened it. I mentally prepared myself as I stepped inside, half expecting to see a dirty, dingey room—like that of a teenage boy.
But it was immaculate—and smelled of mahogany and leather.
There were a couple of bookshelves, pictures of motorcycles hanging on the walls, and the large king size bed was covered in a black quilt. It was...classy.
