Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(5)

“You can just call me, Sheriff.”



“Yes, Miss Sheriff.”



It was going to be a lot harder than I thought to get everyone on board for a female sheriff. “Moore, I have a big job for you to do. Do you think you can handle it?”



Moore gulped. “Well Sheriff Mendoza mostly kept me inside the station. Told me I'd do more harm out there than good.”



“Well there's a new sheriff in town and I need you to go out and set a meeting with the heads of the Black Widow MC and The Death Merchants MC for tomorrow morning. Do you think you can get that done?”



The blood drained from his face. Moore swayed back and forth, ready to pass out. Maybe I picked the wrong officer. Moore took a deep breath. “It would be my honor, Miss Sheriff.”



Moore saluted me again and I couldn't help but salute him back. “Dismissed, soldier.”



Time to rock the boat in Sacks County.





Chapter Three





Caleb





The morning air smelled of fresh brewed coffee and booze. My head was pounding and the pressure behind my eyes was building. My whole body felt sore like I ran a marathon during the night. Hangovers were a daily occurrence for me. Nothing that a shot of whiskey couldn't cure.



With my eyes closed, I took a deep breath and shielded my face from the burning sun. I just needed a few more hours of sleep. I rolled over to get more comfortable and pulled the sheet over my head.



A soft voice whispered next to me, “You're one hell of a fuck, Caleb. I can barely move my legs.”



My eyes shot open to find a blonde under the sheets next to me—Sadie. I'd slept with her once before but told myself that it would never happen again. Fuck and forget, Caleb. It's not that hard. Apparently my drunk alter-ego had a mind of its own. Sadie was one of the MC groupies, meaning she'd fuck anyone with a patch and some ink. She gave one hell of a blowjob but she was a pretty lousy fuck. Over the years she had been passed around from member to member like a used bike. Her long fake eyelashes batted at me and I wanted to sink further into the covers.



I jolted out of bed and started putting my clothes on. “I need to go downstairs,” I told her, avoiding eye contact.



Sadie sat up and tucked the sheets around her heaving breasts. “We can go one more time.” She winked, dropping the sheets and exposing her big tits. The thought of coming all over her chest crossed my mind.



In your dreams, slut. I laughed at her as I slipped my leather cut on. I rushed out of the room without another word. She was trash and it was time to throw her out. Luckily the alcohol prevented me from remembering any of the details from last night.



I came downstairs to find Tanner sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. His wedding ring reflected in the sunlight. He was the only member that was married which everyone thought he was crazy. Now he was going to be father which was absolutely insane. Mason came close once with Claire but that was ages ago.



“Rough night?” he asked me, taking a sip of liquor.



“You don't want to know.” I sat down next to him on the creaky barstool. “Get me one of those will ya?”



Tanner reached behind the bar for an empty glass and poured me a shot of whiskey. I downed it in seconds, embracing the burn, feeling the hangover dissipate slowly. “What are you doing here so early in the morning? Don't you have a wife that needs tending?”



Tanner finished his drink and nodded. “She had an early shift at the hospital. Couldn't fall back asleep after she left.”



“She's still working, even with the baby coming?”



Tanner laughed. “Grace has a mind of her own. No amount of talking could convince her to stay home. She says that if the baby comes then she'll already be in the hospital.”



I poured myself another glass. “Can't argue with that.” I raised my glass and clinked it against Tanner's.



“What's on the agenda for today?” Tanner asked.



“We have a MC meeting in a couple hours. Or whenever everyone can get there drunk asses over here.”



“Know what the meeting is about?”



Should I tell him? Mason giving up the presidency was huge news. He was going to find out anyways in a couple hours. “Don't tell anyone else but Mason is stepping down as President and nominating me.”



Tanner's eyes widened. “No fucking way! Congratulations!”



I put my finger to my lips. “Shh. Keep it a secret for now. I want everyone to hear it from Mason first.”



Tanner nodded. “Of course. Let's have another drink, shall we?”



There was still more to tell him but that surprise could wait until the meeting.





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