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“You want to go for a ride?”
I look up and nod. “The mother chapter is coming in later, but yeah, sounds good.” It’s something else I’ve not had much time for lately.
He climbs to his feet and kicks Eightball in the leg. “You wanna come for a ride?”
Eightball looks from Splinter to me as Ginger slides her hands down his chest. “I can ride you, Daddy.”
Rolling his eyes, he removes her hands and lifts her off his lap. “Not your daddy, darlin’.”
She pouts and bends over the sofa so that her ass cheeks poke out the bottom of her tiny leather skirt. “I’m sorry. Maybe you should spank me.”
He shakes his head and nods over to a couple of brothers playing pool. “Go play with one of the others. I’m sure they’ll love to blister your ass.”
He turns to us, dismissing her as we make our way to the door. “Where we heading?”
“Don’t care.”
“I know a place,” Splinter says, not offering any more as we make our way to our bikes and climb on.
As soon as I start her up, I feel something inside me settle. No matter what shit I have going on, my bike always smooths it over. Splinter takes the lead, and Eightball takes up the rear as we pass through the compound gates and head out. I let the ride clear my head and forget about all the other bullshit, focusing instead on the road.
When a gas station comes into view up ahead, Splinter pulls in, and we follow behind him. It’s quiet. Only one other vehicle in the place, a tricked-out black SUV sitting at one of the pumps.
I pull up next to Splinter and yank my helmet off. “Thanks, man, I need this.”
“You’re not the only one. You need to fill up?”
I shake my head. “I’m good. I’m going to grab a drink. You need anything?” I call back to Eightball.
“Nah. Gonna go take a leak, though.”
I climb off my bike and walk past the SUV, glancing inside. The driver must be inside the station. The passenger is leaning back with their arms thrown over their face, sleeping by the looks of it.
“Tough day at the office.” I chuckle, looking at my watch. It’s only eight o’clock.
Pushing the door open, I ignore the bell and make my way over to the fridge, grabbing an energy drink and a Snickers on the way to the counter. I wait behind a tall, built dude dressed in tactical pants and a black T-shirt who is paying for gas, but that’s not what holds my attention. No, it’s the gun strapped to his back.
He’s not wearing a cut, and other MCs know better than to come into our territory wearing affiliated colors, so he’s not a biker. Yet he doesn’t scream cop, either. I wait for him to finish up, keeping my eye on the gun. He doesn’t look like a tweaker, but I’m not taking any chances.
When he’s done, he turns around, sees me behind him, and takes in my cut. I wait for his reaction, which usually goes one of two ways: fear or disgust. This guy, however, nods his head in respect and heads outside.
The cashier rings up my drink and Snickers, avoiding eye contact as I pay and head out myself. I watch as the guy climbs into the driver’s seat of the SUV. The passenger sits up when he closes the door, and I stop short when I get a look at them.
Fuck, she’s hot, which I guess isn’t really a surprise. I might be straight, but even I recognize that the guy with her is good-looking. He says something to her that makes her scowl before she leans over, grabs his head, and licks him.
I laugh, surprised at the move, and watch as he retaliates. I stand there for a few more seconds before I continue walking over to my bike.
As Splinter heads inside to pay for his gas, I stand by the bikes and drink my drink as the SUV pulls around, giving me another glimpse of the woman. This time, she’s looking at me. Her pretty eyes drink me in from head to toe, her eyes lingering on my cut for a moment before a look of sadness crosses her face. When she realizes I’m looking at her, she offers me a small smile before turning away, leaving me wondering what the fuck that was all about.
And why do I even care?
CHAPTER THREE
Jinx
I stare in the fridge, looking for something to eat for dinner, but all I can find are things that need to be prepared. Fuck that. I grab a bottle of water, pick up my phone, and order a pizza.
Once that’s done, I collapse on the sofa and channel surf until I find a home renovation show that looks interesting. Toto walks over and sniffs my hand before lying down with a dramatic sigh.
