AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“We’ll continue with our plans, then take our concerns to the club. Put it to a vote.” I hear the aggravation, the exhaustion in my dad’s voice. “Watch your back tonight. I know Maverick and his guys are cool, but I wouldn’t put it past Fat Mike to try some shit.”
I step away from the door and make my way through the bar, walking out the front door. My thoughts run over what little I know about the Wicked Rogues, which isn’t much.
My dad has always made sure to separate club business and family business. While I know the names of some of the other clubs, I don’t know much else.
But the Wicked Rogues… That name has floated around the clubhouse more and more lately, always with sounds of disgust.
My chest tightens as I reach my car. Many times over the years, there have been instances when I felt concern for my family. It feels different this time, though. Even the air around the building feels thicker, the shadows more ominous.
With a last look at the clubhouse, I suppress the shiver running down my spine and climb into the car, hoping my intuition is wrong.
ChapterThree
Maverick
Checking my saddlebag one last time, I nod, confident I have everything I need. This run isn’t far, maybe fifteen minutes, but I’ve learned a lot can happen within a short amount of time.
After securing the latch on the bag, I check my gun harness, pulling out the Glock resting in it. I know this is just a nervous habit, yet can’t stop myself from making sure it is loaded and ready to go.
Unfortunately, with the way things have been going lately, the odds of needing my gun are greater than usual.
I place my gun back into my leather strap, then check my phone. It’s getting close to the time we need to leave, so I know Smoke and Dodger will be pulling up any moment.
“Hey, Maverick.”
Turning, I spot Smoke’s younger brothers, identical triplets Talon, Viper, and Switchblade, heading my way. They’ve been prospecting for the club for the better part of the last two years, proving themselves time and time again. The club officers will soon discuss patching the three in. But with Fat Mike turning against anyone who doesn’t completely agree with him, I’m slightly surprised he hasn’t tried to kick out the triplets…or worse.
“Boys,” I respond, nodding as they stop in front of me.
“You getting ready to head out?” Talon asks.
Most people aren’t able to tell the boys apart, but there are a few slight differences between them.
Talon has a single piercing through the eyebrow above his right eye. It’s a small, gold hoop that seems to always catch the light. Switchblade, or Switch, has several piercings: one through his right eyebrow, one through the right nostril, and four in each ear. When the sun hits his face just right, it’s almost blinding. Then there is Viper. He has no visible piercings. Just a wicked snake tattoo that comes up from his chest and wraps around the left side of his neck. The head of the snake stares down anyone behind him, the eyes seeming to have a life of their own.
The brothers make quite the impact when they’re together, especially since they all have the same mischievous look in their eyes.
Which is vastly different to the hard, cold look in Smoke’s.
“Yeah. Smoke and Dodger are riding with me, Stress driving the van with the cases. What are you boys up to?”
“Not sure yet,” Switch answers, his smirk promising it’ll probably involve getting into trouble. “You ready to see your future brother-in-law?”
I suck in a breath. Hell, I hardly let myself think about her, keeping my mind occupied with other things, but with Switch’s question, my brain is immediately filled with gorgeous, brown eyes and silky, auburn hair.
Jenny…
I remember the first time I saw her. I’d just left the grocery store when I heard the most beautiful laugh. Pausing next to my bike, I looked over and just about dropped my bags.
The woman a few cars down from me was breathtaking. The sparkle in her eyes as she laughed. Her brown hair shining in the sunlight. Smooth, lean legs that disappeared into a pair of shorts that should be illegal. I was so captivated, it took me several minutes to drag my gaze from her and look at the men standing next to her.
The president and VP of the Dead Man’s Curse motorcycle club, Brick, and his son, Mustang. As I watched, I quickly saw the resemblance. It was then I remembered hearing Brick had a sonanda daughter.
Of course, I hightailed it out of the parking lot, not looking back.
Even knowing how dangerous my interest in Brick’s daughter is, I can’t get her out of my head. I know the man would have my ass if I even breathe in her direction, but I have a feeling it would be worth it.
Jenny…
