Chapter 2
Cade
“We got a job?” I asked.
“Yep. It’s why I called ‘church,’” Doc said.
“Who’s in deep shit this time?” I asked.
“No one,” Vex said. “Ryan Thomas wants protection at his rally tomorrow, though.”
“The man running for mayor?” I asked. “Why?”
“Who the fuck cares?” Blade asked. “He needs protection; we give protection. The rally’s tomorrow at one.”
“Doc, I thought we didn’t get involved with political shit,” I said.
“No, you just don’t like getting involved with political shit, so I keep you off those jobs. But this time’s different,” Doc said.
“Why?” I asked.
“He received a death threat geared towards his pregnant daughter,” Ink said. “Wants protection since his entire family’ll be up there on stage, including her.”
“His daughter gets a death threat, and he wants her on stage anyway? Sounds like a winner father. She screw a shithead or something?” I asked.
“Again, don’t know. Don’t care. He’s paying us a pretty penny to do it, so we’re gonna be there at noon to set ourselves up,” Doc said.
“Why aren’t the police involved if it’s towards a pregnant chick?” I asked.
“Why the fuck you got so many questions?” Ink asked.
“Because he doesn’t want this shit plastered all over the news. About the death threat and shit,” Doc said. “Look, Cade. If you don’t want to take this job-”
“I just want specifics! Get off my dick,” I said.
“According to Mr. Thomas, who I talked with yesterday, his family doesn’t know about the death threat,” Doc said.
“You’re shitting me,” Blade said. “His own damn daughter doesn’t know about the threat against her?”
“I don’t think I’m voting for this guy,” Vex said.
“You don’t vote at all, so who the hell cares?” I asked.
“I don’t give a shit about her personal opinions of the situation. If things go south, one of you is gonna have to go with his daughter. That means I don’t want you asshole blabbing anything you shouldn’t. Got it?” Doc asked.
“Crystal,” I said.
“Okay. We’re gonna hold a vote,” Doc said. “All in favor of the job, raise your hands.”
All of our hands shot up around the room and it was finished. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna allow a pregnant woman to dangle out there helplessly, and I knew all my brothers felt the same way. Doc-- President of The Black Angels-- had a soft spot for kids. Blade-- our treasurer-- had three of them. With different women, but he kept tabs on all of them and was the best father he could be. Ink-- our Sergeant at Arms-- was raising his nephew after someone gunned down his own damn sister, and Vex-- our road captain-- was expecting twins with his newly-wedded wife.
And me? I just didn’t like people fucking around with pregnant women.
“Church is adjourned,” Doc said. “Meet back here tomorrow at eleven so we can ride.”
I hopped on my bike to take a ride. I needed to clear my head and get in the game. It was a ritual I always performed. The day before a job, I took a ride on my bike. I rode across town and into the clay mountains of New Mexico and ate at this diner no one knew me at. It gave me time to think and process the job, then I headed back to my apartment and slept. The ride gave me enough time to center myself, the food helped to energize my body, and a good night’s sleep gave me the strength I needed to be the protector I’d been hired to be.
After all, being Vice President of The Black Angels meant I had to set a standard.
According to Doc, this almost-mayor was willing to pay a shitload of money for protection. And if he got elected and we did a good enough job, that meant a lot more business for the club. That meant no fuck ups could happen tomorrow unless we wanted to jeopardize taking on another potential full-time client.
Riding down the highway with the wind whipping past my helmet, my mind flashed back to Harper. It’d been five or six months since I’d seen that woman, and every time I got on my damn bike, I thought about her. I thought about her long, juicy legs wrapped around me in those short leather shorts. I could hear her soft moans pouring from her mouth. I could taste her pussy on my lips and how willing she was to give her body over to me.
I was still left speechless at how well she took my punishments.
She was a one-night stand at a bike rally I went to with The Black Angels, but I wished I’d had her for another night. I found her the last two days we were there and was only privileged to have one night with her. I fucked her against every single surface of that dingy motel and marked her body everywhere I could find that made her jump. I bit into her and pinched her and bent her over my knee to spank her. The way she groaned my name would flood back into my mind every time I got myself off, and images of her bouncing tits would always push me over the edge.
I couldn’t shake her, and I hated that I had to way to track her down.
We never exchanged numbers, and I had no idea what state she was from. We had attended one of the largest biker rallies on the South Dakota, which meant she could be anywhere. And I was only assuming she lived in the U.S. because she didn’t have an accent.
At least not from what I could tell from the way she yelled my name.
I had to shake her from my mind. I needed to center myself for this job. I needed to let the bike ride clear my head instead of reminding me of some woman I’d never see again. But if I closed my eyes and sniffed just right, I could still smell her. If I concentrated hard and allowed myself to be pulled back, I could still feel her hair wrapped up in my fist.
And if I wasn’t careful, I could wake myself up uttering her name.