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Whiler
“Church, brother,” Joey announced when I came down the stairs, fresh from a shower. Cannon was wiping down glasses behind the bar, but she didn’t pay me a bit of mind as I walked past her.
I didn’t know if I was happy about that or if it pissed me off. If she wasn’t paying me any mind, then she shouldn’t be able to get under my skin, right?
Fucking wrong. After feeling her hot, wet mouth around my dick and seeing her on her knees beneath me, so fucking beautiful and submissive, I couldn’t think about anything else. And it was driving me crazy. Absolutely insane. Felt like my head was going to spin right off my shoulders.
I should’ve stayed on the road. I shouldn’t have come back home. I couldn’t handle this shit. Cannon was trouble I didn’t need. Trouble I couldn’t handle.
She made me feel and think too damn much.
I walked into the chapel, grunting a little in surprise at the cup of coffee sitting in front of my seat. “Who brought the coffee?” I asked as I sat down.
“New girl. Cannon,” Vern told me.
I frowned down at it, keeping my hands away from it as I took my seat as if a snake would suddenly spring out of the hot, golden liquid and bite me, filling my veins with poison. What the hell was with her? I couldn’t fucking figure her out. And I didn’t like that. Not one goddamn bit. Not being sure of someone and their moves made me wary. Put me on edge. Left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
I couldn’t stand being vulnerable.
Sighing, I lifted the coffee mug to my lips, biting back a groan of pleasure at how perfectly it was made. Just how I liked it. My chest clenched, and my gut swirled, my throat closing up for a moment.
What the fuck was she doing to me?
I wondered who had told her how to make my coffee. Had to be Elaina because as far as I knew, she was the only one who would remember, considering that besides me, she’d been the only one to ever make my coffee.
It struck a chord deep in my chest that Cannon cared enough to ask. Even if she was just playing some game with me, it fucking meant something. I hated it, but it did. I hadn’t had someone care like this in five fucking years. All my fault, but the point still stood.
The door closed, locking us all inside, and Joey took a seat at the head of the table, steepling his fingers together before bringing them to his chin. His dirty blonde hair was a mess, no doubt from Elaina. The two of them couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“Alejandro is coming in within the next couple of hours, and he’s bringing weapons for the Fathers of Mayhem. River will be riding in this evening.”
“Are the guns for River?” I asked. Sometimes, River just picked up for others we wouldn’t deal with. Joey was picky about who he trusted and associated with, but with Alejandro at our club’s back, we weren’t in need of associates and allies like the Fathers of Mayhem were.
“Nah. Not directly anyway,” Ink informed me, speaking up for Joey. “He’s got a new buyer up where he’s at. Some kind of turf war between two gangs.”
“Pleasant,” I muttered. Turf wars were always a shit show. They were bloody and disastrous for no good goddamn reason.
Vern snickered. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Also, I wanted to officially welcome Whiler back home,” Joey announced. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. He grinned at me. I just grunted and took another sip of the coffee. “No party. Whiler doesn’t want it. But Elaina has cake, and we’ll be grilling out today to do something nice.”
“I didn’t want shit,” I grumbled, shooting him an accusing look. HeknewI didn’t want anything special done. I just wanted to try to return to normalcy.
Vern clapped my shoulder. “Too fuckin’ bad, brother.”
I sneered at him, but he just grinned, not bothered by my bad mood in the slightest.
Fucking cocksucker.
* * *
Alejandro’sblack SUV rolled onto the lot, the tires crunching over the gravel. I stood up from my crouched position, reaching up to wipe sweat off my forehead as I dropped the sponge I’d been using to clean my bike into the bucket. Water tipped over the sides and soaked my boots, but it was no worse than what I’d already managed to do with the water hose.
These boots were garbage after I finished washing this bike. About time I bought new ones anyway.
The driver got out and opened the back door. “Good to see you back home,” Alejandro said as he got out of the back seat. He was wearing an expensive suit tailored specifically for his build, and his hair was perfectly combed and styled as if he were heading to attend some expensive dinner rather than just coming to a grungy old clubhouse. He made his way over to me, staying back from the water so his shiny, expensive shoes wouldn’t get ruined. I snorted and grabbed the sponge from the bucket again to continue what I was doing.
“You staying?” he asked when I remained silent.
