Curse's Claim (Chaos Bleeds)(25)

“No, I hadn’t heard,” Curse said. Pussy muttered the same as him. There hadn’t been a club meeting for a few months. With Devil’s latest son being born, no one expected to be around the club twenty-four seven.

“I don’t know. It’s just something the other guys were talking about. Are you coming to the diner?” she asked.

“Mia won’t be there.”

“I know. She’s put in a good word for us to one of the other servers.” Ashley gripped his arm, holding it close to her breast.

His cock stayed flaccid at the contact. Ashely did nothing for him, not even her body, which was slightly slenderer than Mia’s curves.

“Then I’ll come. I’m famished.” Mia had kept him up all night with her tight pussy.

Wiping his hands on a cloth, he checked to make sure he fit everything back to his bike and straddled the machine. Ashley climbed on the back of Pussy’s and wrapped her arms around his waist. No woman was allowed on the back of Curse’s bike. He only had room for one woman, and Mia wasn’t going to be moved off his bike ever. She was an addiction that was much better than drugs or booze. Curse knew. He’d tried both kinds of addiction. None of them had really stuck with him. Yeah, he liked a good drink, but losing himself in drugs hadn’t been his thing. He liked to keep his wits about him, which drugs didn’t offer. Coke, heroin, weed, none of it gave him a buzz like being on the back of his bike.

He knew others in the club did have an addiction, but under Devil’s orders, they kept their shit contained. Any man who let the drugs control him ended up six feet under. There was only so much room within the club for that kind of shit. Chaos Bleeds were lenient compared to The Skulls, but even Devil only liked men he could trust around him. Having some prospects around could be useful. The only problem with that was trying to find new brothers was always a challenge. They would have to tests the guys’ loyalties, throw crazy assed shit at them with the hope of them figuring it out.

If they had someone who’d tattle at the first opportunity then they were not the kind of men they wanted in their club. It was a brotherhood, a bond, a union  , whatever shit people wanted to call them. They had each other’s backs, and those who didn’t, were gone. There was no room for mistakes in their lives. It was either fight all the way, or die trying. It was one of the reasons why The Skulls had his respect. They would all die for each other, but also, they’d fight to the death for one another.

Entering the diner, Curse noticed the place was crowded. They took the last table at the back of the diner, and a slim blonde headed straight toward them. “Hi, I’m Sandra, and I’ll be your server today.”

Mia had done this for them. Whenever she wasn’t working, she’d fixed to have someone to serve them. He was oddly touched by her actions. Every chance she got, she tried to keep him at arms’ length, yet here she was, taking care of him and the club.

They ordered a shitload of food, and Curse relaxed against the plush cushion taking in his surroundings.

He noticed a brunette sitting at a table with some stern looking parents who were glaring at their table. Raising a brow, he kept the man’s gaze, waiting to see who’d look away first. The guy looked down at his plate.

Curse noticed him grip the girl’s jean covered thigh, tightly. Her cry was silent as her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Staring at the scene Curse took note of the glistening tears in her eyes, but they wouldn’t fall down her cheeks. She picked up her fork and continued to eat.

The father removed his hand and smiled over at his wife. The older woman looked at him adoringly.

“Who’s that?” he asked, turning to look at Ashley.

She checked to where he pointed with his cup. The sneer on her face was not hard to make out. “Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael. They’re snobs of the highest order. Their daughter, Sasha, is a dear, but she’s not allowed out of their sight. He’s her stepfather and a fucking bastard to boot.”

“There’s certainly no love lost between the two.”

“He causes problems for everyone he doesn’t like, and I mean everyone.” Ashley looked over the table and glared at him. “He pulled Sasha out of school and wouldn’t let her mingle with us low earners.”

The control in the other man was absolute. He ordered what his family would eat, and if either of them spoke when he wasn’t ready to listen, he cut them down. Curse watched the byplay with the family. Sasha certainly hated him.

Their food came from Sandra, and his thoughts returned to Mia. He wondered what she was like when her father was around to take away some of the slack. There had to be a time when she was happier, easier, more carefree.