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It had been a long fucking week. A long month.
They’d annihilated the Death Riders MC months ago. Now a new club was pushing in on H&H territory: Midnight Carnage. Those fuckers from B.C. were trying to move in on Hellraisers’ turf. Rumors over the past few weeks had been rampant about their inroads when it came to guns and drugs. Everyone in Dante’s circle was on high alert.
That was life in the MC. They played hard and fought hard. And often, to the death.
But Dante didn’t want to think about problems tonight. Saturdays were for drinking and fucking.
Dante needed that release every goddamn week or his PTSD reared up.
He’d tried medications, all kinds of drugs, but nothing worked for long. The only thing that helped – temporarily - was escaping on his bike, working, or fucking a hot woman.
Or two. Or three.
Not that Dante banged everything that moved. Okay, maybe a ton of women. But he still wasn’t a fuckboy like his club brother Xander, who had men and women coming in and out of his place every day like clockwork.
Still, Dante always had a good, casual time.
And it was better than being a lovesick sap like his other brother, Sonny.
Sonny Dolan was the H&H lead enforcer and a scary motherfucker. Loyal and lethal, Sonny had recently fallen hard for Avery Hellion, daughter of their president, Gage. Sonny and Avery were now expecting their first child together. What a mindfuck.
Dante had recognized their explosive chemistry from the start but now that Avery was pregnant? Sonny was a man possessed. He was either touching her or giving her heated looks that made Dante want to leave the fucking room.
Dante wanted nothing to do with monogamy. And just the thought of being anyone’s father made his stomach heave.
No thanks.
He’d be content the rest of his life with his bike and a new woman every week.
“We ready to close up now, D?”
Dante turned to find his right-hand man and club brother, Jesse Hellion, standing in the doorway in his overalls. Jesse was one of the youngest members of the club, the president’s son and Avery’s brother. Jesse had the same blond hair and brown eyes as the rest of the Hellion family, and a dimple in his cheek that bitches went nuts over. He was a good mechanic and the club’s resident medic. Jesse was also great with guns, and trained all the guard dogs on their club property.
Protection was the number one priority for bikers.
In all forms.
“Just let me wash up and I’ll ride back home with you,” Dante replied as he placed the rag aside and headed for the sink.
“You invite anyone tonight?” Jesse asked. He stepped out of his jumpsuit and threw on his cut.
“A few strippers from that new place in Crossfield. Why? You tired of the regular sweet butts?”
“Yeah, I need someone new. Did I tell you what happened with the hairdresser from town, Livia? We met up at her place but she wouldn’t stop snorting the white devil. Five hundred dollars’ worth of coke and she passes out in the middle of having sex. Lights out. Gone. Before I had the chance to come.”
Dante barked out a laugh. “Only you, Jesse. Where the fuck do you meet these bitches?”
“Not where, but who. Xander set me up with her. I think he has it in for me, man. He’s a fucking pain in my ass lately,” Jesse grumbled as he pulled out his phone.
Dante choked on his spit.
Xander and Jesse were constantly at odds, mainly because Xander flirted with everything that had a pulse, including Jesse, and Jesse would have none of it.
No one had any issue with Xander wanting dick. But flirting – or attempting to fuck - with another club member was not in anyone’s best interest.
Except, Sonny and Avery were together, and both were full-fledged members.
Still, fucking around with a club member was a bomb waiting to happen. Sonny and Avery bickered all the time and they were supposedly in love. Dante could only imagine the war that would erupt if their relationship went south.
