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Phase Two would solidify the cash for the club. Over the past five years, they had pooled all their money and purchased all the inventory from auto parts stores and companies who’d gone under. At the cheap cost, they were able to stock a huge inventory as well as set themselves up with cars to stock for their junkyard. They’d started to venture out to Mexico and Canada, almost doubling their stock in the last year. When Kase’s vision finally unfolded, most doubts had been banished.
Getting buyers was the easiest out of all the parts to the plans. Other charters hopped onboard to buy their parts solely from the club at a fraction of the price, and with access to the junkyard, it was a deal no one could turn down, and they didn’t. Fucking brilliant.
“You talk to Cade?”
Caden was Kase’s brother and the final link in the plan. He owned and operated a fairly large trucking company in Turnersville, the neighboring town to Ghosttown. Partnering up with Caden meant getting the trucks at their disposal, being able to make the deliveries themselves, and charge the other chapters. It was yet another income for the club. It was a win situation for everyone, but they needed Caden on board.
“Still working on little brother, but he’ll come around.”
“Why’s he holding out?”
Kase clenched his jaw. “Pride.” Kase lifted his chin. “He started his company from nothing. He did that shit all on his own, worked his ass off.” Kase side eyed Trax. “He’s got a lot of shit on his plate.” Kase snorted. “And that stubborn motherfucker would rather go under than ask me for help. He needs this deal with us, and he fucking knows it, and that shit is eating at him.” He glanced around the room. “But he’ll do it.”
Trax had known Caden for years. He considered him a friend, but this was the first he’d heard about him falling on hard times. It shouldn’t surprise him, though. A man like Caden, same as Trax, did what they had to do without complaint. Kase stepped forward. Trax gripped his arm. Keeping his president from pussy wasn’t a smart idea, but he wouldn’t be able to relax until he talked to him.
Kase looked down at his hold and then back up to Trax. He released Kase and stepped forward, keeping his voice low. “Who’d ya send for the girl?”
She was the real reason he was aggravated by the last-minute run. It had little to do with the bikes he needed to work on and more to do with the girl. Fucking Cheyenne. Even thinking her name had him balling his hands. He was set to take the lead on the favor, as she called it, until the run took precedence.
He had spent the last two days with thoughts of her clouding every fucking moment. The way she came in, the story she told. Even in the face of one of the most notorious biker clubs, she hadn’t backed down. She ran, yeah, but kept on fighting. He liked it, respected it, and could not get her goddamn face outta his head. Especially her eyes, long lashes filtered around almond-shaped, soft brown eyes. Innocent and so fucking pretty. The last thing Mick saw before he died.
Kase furrowed his brow. “What girl?”
Trax crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. Kase knew what girl. He was merely fucking with him. Originally, after she’d showed up, Kase had put another member on task to take care of it, but Trax insisted he be the one to handle it. He may have come off a little too eager by the looks he got from the other brothers. Kase didn’t bother to ask, assuming it was for Mick, knowing how close they were. That had something to do with it. What Trax failed to mention to Kase or anyone else was the burning desire to beat the shit out of anyone who messed with that woman.
He felt an unrealistic possession over her, knowing she was the one who’d tried to save Mick, and there was something about her face, almost angelic, that made Trax feel it all through his blood. Fucking everywhere. When she’d walked into the club, she’d gotten all the guys’ attention, but for Trax it was different. She wasn’t his usual type, yet he hadn’t taken his gaze off her. He was accustomed to the club girls who threw themselves at him, wore next to nothing, and had the dirty talk patted down to a science. But Cheyenne? She was sexy without trying. She stood in the middle of the club, fully clothed, stammering her words and giving off a thick nervous energy. He just could not tear his eyes away from her. When her gaze had lingered longer on him than any of the other guys, he’d hardened under her stare. The blush on her cheeks when she’d realized she’d been caught staring was one of the hottest looks he’d ever seen. Fuck! It had been a long time, so long he couldn’t remember, seeing a woman as beautiful and sweet as her.
Kase lifted his brows. The fucker was gonna make him say her name.
“Cheyenne.”
A nasty grin crossed his face. “Right. Cheyenne. You remember the bitch’s name, huh? Ain’t like you to remember their names, especially the ones you don’t fuck.”
“Gonna spend the night busting my balls?”
Kase laughed, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag. “I’m interested in pussy, not your balls. Sent the prospects.”
“They go yet?”
Kase shifted his eyes. It wasn’t often his president looked surprised, but the look on his face had Trax almost regretting the question. Too fucking eager. Kase watched him and pulled out his phone. Bringing it up to his ear, Kase gave a quick smirk.
“Yeah, you get it done?”
Trax was showing his cards when it came to Cheyenne. He didn’t give a fuck. He waited as Kase stood silent.
“Any problems?” Kase paused. “Good.” He clicked his phone, shoving it back into his pocket. He took another drag. “Done. They won’t be a problem for…Cheyenne.” The way he said her name made it clear Kase was on to him about his interest.
Trax nodded but held back his thanks. He waited for the ribbing, but it never came. Kase swung his arm over Trax’s shoulders, tugging him toward the bar.
“Pussy time.”
Trax spent the rest of the night drinking and partying with his brothers. They would be there for the next forty-eight hours. While he watched the entertainment and enjoyed it, he didn’t partake in all the offerings. For the first time in years, he refused the free pussy being offered. Something that did not go unnoticed by his brothers. He could take the teasing, but he wasn’t giving in. None of these women were who he wanted sliding between his legs.
That face. Cheyenne. The woman was fucking with his head.
Chapter Five
“So much for keeping your word,” she muttered as she made her way through the path leading up to her apartment. There they stood, same as they had for the past few days. Each night she anticipated the three thugs gone, but every night they stood around spewing vulgar obscenities while she walked past. She tried not to engage with them, though she had plenty she wanted to say. Men like that were usually harmless. They just wanted to get a rise out of her and look cool in front of each other, like a pissing contest. However, some men weren’t all talk, and that was what she truly feared. If cornered, she doubted she could get past the three of them.
