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Still tough and sexy at forty, Goose leans back in the booth and smirks. She runs a hand through her spiky red hair and shakes her head.
“The only ginger I worry about is my brother,” Goose says and frowns at me. “Don’t get hung up on this chick, Walla Walla. She’s a rich bitch. You know she won’t look at you and see anything besides a tatted monster.”
“Hey, I’m a good-looking, tatted monster.”
Goose sucks on her straw and smiles. “That you are. And you’re soft about women.”
“Not really. I talk shit to my sisters right in their faces. I also called my aunt a herpes-spreading cow.”
“Well, yeah, she is, but this chick is pretty. We saw the pictures in the files. There were also a few on Urick’s walls. She’s attractive, and you’re a sap with hot women.”
“I wonder why the family had a falling out.”
“Because rich people are crazy,” Goose insists.
I smile at her response. Goose and her brother—and the Steel Berserkers Motorcycle Club’s VP—grew up dirt poor. Goose and Armor literally lived in a shack with a dirt floor in some places.
Neither one has much patience for the wealthy. Though Armor got over his misgivings when he met Yazmin Norris, who comes from money yet quickly stole his heart.
Goose might like her sister-in-law, and she obviously enjoys making money in the club, but she still doesn’t trust rich people.
“Be nice to Austen when we meet her.”
“Just because she’s pretty?”
“No, because she’s gorgeous. And I think under different circumstances, she might have been the one for me.”
“No way would a rich bitch want you for anything more than a sex toy.”
Goose might be right. I don’t actually know Austen Halvorson. Her file shows she lives at a swanky estate in the slickest part of Banta City. Her mom was born rich, married rich men, got richer, and now does charity stuff with her spare time. Austen is used to having the best of everything.
Meanwhile, I’m just a rough-and-tumble biker with no interest in knowing what fucking fork is for what fucking food.
For this mission, I ought to stay cold inside. My club matters more than a stranger, and my people are currently hurting. However, as soon as I think of Austen’s sweet, freckled face, I grow panicked over her potential suffering.
“I’m going to be square with you,” I tell Goose as we finish up lunch.
“As you always should be.”
“I’ve got a weird crush on Austen Halvorson.”
“It’s not weird. She’s attractive, and gingers are hot.”
“Yeah, but I had a dream about her years ago. It’s stayed with me all this time. I don’t think I can be impartial on this job. I should only care about our club. But I don’t think I will. Austen matters to me.”
“Because of a dream?”
“I already wanted to date her. The dream came when she didn’t return to Canary Basin.”
“Like a sex dream?”
“Kinda. I felt like she was mine. Dreams don’t usually make sense. But I never forgot it.”
“You had no trouble screwing other women all these years.”
“Austen never came back. I wasn’t going to chase a fantasy. That’s all my parents do with their religious crap. Nothing about their current lives matter. It’s all about the payoff down the road. So, I moved on and figured if Austen were really someone for me, she’d come back. But she didn’t. Except now we’re going to see her.”
“And you think you’ll act like a fucking sap and get us killed?”
