Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(83)
“Thank you for your help,” I tell him, closing my right hand into a fist and letting my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. I use that small bite of pain to help me concentrate because all I really want to do is touch him.
“I’ll have the boys drop off your ride tonight.”
“Are you sure? It’s late? I don’t want to cause…”
“I’m sure. I have an errand to do for the club, but I’ll check back.”
Okay, so I can admit to myself that I was kind of hoping he would at least try to come inside. It’s crazy but true all the same. I give him a small smile.
“If you have them bring a bill, I’ll pay them. Thank you again, Sabre.”
“Be seeing you soon.”
I walk away and don’t respond to his words.
“Annie?” Sabre yells, just as I make it to my front door.
I turn to look at him, pasting on the smile I give all the customers at the library where I work. “Yes?”
“I said I’ll be seeing you,” he claims again, his voice frank but full of promise.
“I doubt that,” I answer honestly.
“Why’s that?”
“You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. I doubt you’ve ever been in one.”
His bark of laughter follows me into the house.
Chapter 3
Sabre
A smart man would run from trouble unless that trouble has a body that doesn’t quit. Then he grabs it and rides the fuck out of it.
I watch her ass sway as she walks inside, hypnotized by the movement. I’m still laughing. You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. Little girl has no idea. I’m going to come. I’m going to come a lot in that damn library. I’m going to come so often that every minute she’s at work she’ll not be able to concentrate. All she will do is remember all the places where I fucked her unconscious and left her full of my cum.
I don’t even like denying myself now, but I do. Skull sent me on a job today, and I got to get that shit finished. We’ve been having some trouble with a rival club that followed us here out of Georgia. The Chrome Saints were ruled over by Visor, an old son of a bitch that was evil through and through. The world would be a better place if he no longer drew breath. He hated Skull. I’m not sure what the beef was between the two, but I know that it had something to do with Skull’s old lady, Beth. All any of us really knows is that Visor and Skull have a personal war that spewed over into the clubs. There was a war, but after we had lost Beth, a tentative truce was put in place. The last year has been quiet and a welcome relief after all of the uproar in the past.
Losing Beth has been hard on Skull, and we enjoy the quiet we have found here. At least we had until yesterday, when reports filtered in that another MC Club was spotted close to our territory. At first we didn’t think much about it. We figured it was Dragon and the boys, but after getting a detailed description on their jackets, it was best we check it out. One of the reasons Skull makes such a good fucking President is that we never get caught with our pants down. I’m not about to let that change now, just because I have a hard-on for a piece of tail. The club comes first.
Always.
* * *
“What the hell do you mean there was no sign, hermano?”
“Exactly what I said, Boss. There was no sign of any club in the area. Locals denied it, our police contacts denied it, and hell, we even searched hotels in the area looking for bikes. It was a wild goose chase.”
“Something is going on, or we would not have heard the rumors,” Skull responds, and while I agree with him, I am at a loss on what our next move is. Pistol, the club VP, is not quite as impassive.
“I think it’s time we take over the Savage Clubhouse. I haven’t trusted that fucker, Dragon, from day one. I know you have this deal with him, but that asshole is shady.”
It’s an old fight. Skull has gotten pretty close with the Savage Crew. Pistol and Briar were against entering into an alliance with them; however, majority still ruled and most of the club only saw us being stronger with the Savage Brothers on our side. I voted to go ahead with the alliance myself. I hadn’t seen anything I disliked from the other club.
“Ciérralo!” Skull orders and the room goes quiet. It is an old fight between the Pres and his second, and it’s easy to tell that the Pres is getting tired of the shit storm that Pistol keeps making out of it. “It is done. Majority vote made the decision and that is final. El fin. Si?”
Pistol stares hard at Skull but, eventually, backs down. You can feel the tension in the room, though. It’s thick. The saying ‘you could cut it with a knife’ comes to mind. Those two are going to go head to head soon and if Pistol gains control of the club, I won’t stay. I’ll go back to the main chapter in Georgia. He’s a hot head, and I’m not about to lay my ass on the line, daily, for him. My loyalty is to Skull. He’s saved our asses time and time again. If Pistol gets the club, there’s no way it will remain the same.