Forcing my brooding thoughts away, I focused on today. Today was a big day in the Brotherhood; we were adding a new member, and Zayn totally deserved it—a total biker through and through, he’d earned his cut in only a year. A lot less time than most got the nod, but that boy was a natural. I kick-started my bike and headed to the clubhouse.
Memories of Red plagued me on the ride. Red coming in my arms as the balls drove her wild. Licking chocolate off her forehead and laughing at her flour-speckled face. Tying her up in my ropes and sliding my cock in her mouth. Total trust.
I was in a shit mood when I parked my bike at the club, and Zayn deserved better from me, all my brothers did.
At ten, Bear brought Zayn before us. All the club members were in the room—this was church—and we didn’t do more important shit than add new brothers to our fold. The boy understood, because I saw the way his eyes shone when Jericho put the cut on his shoulders.
“Brothers, welcome our newest member, Zero. The boy could have a million nicknames he’s into so much shit.” Jericho laughed. “But Zero—that’s the one that counts—because it’s the number of times he goes home alone. A total pussy hound with the best instincts I’ve ever seen.”
The room erupted into laughter and Zero was picked up on the shoulders of bikers and carried to the bar. Soon he was flat on the bar with whiskey being poured into his mouth until he choked. Initiation by drowning, but it did the trick of getting him fucked up in minutes.
Red and her skinny friend from Black Label showed up and every single person looked her way. I stood against the wall and watched her greet Zero. Her smile dropped when she spotted Jericho. Her supposed lover had two bitches on his lap.
She came straight toward Jericho, who met her with a smile. The girls on his lap preened, trying to provoke her, but she didn’t even look their way.
“Nice to see ya on a Sunday.” Jericho patted the girls’ asses and they moved off his lap. He motioned her toward him. “Want a seat?”
My blood boiled, and even knowing it was a farce, I wanted to smash my fist into that shit-eating grin of his.
“I need a private word.” She bit off the words.
He raised his eyebrows. “Come to my rooms, then.”
She frowned and bit her lip. I loved it when she did that, but I’d given up her lips and all the rest.
She jerked her head my way. “You come too.”
I fell in behind her, thinking about the hell she’d give Jericho. Why did he play this game with her? What did he get out of this?
“You.” She pointed at Jericho. “Didn’t tell Dare the truth. And he ended up drunk at my place.” She bristled with anger that still lit me up.
I wanted to push her against the wall, strip her, tie her hands and fuck her hard. But that was nothing new, nor would it happen.
A satisfied smile crossed Jericho’s face. Yep, he had her where he wanted her.
She pointed to me and grunted with disgust. “Drunk as hell, driving from who knows where, Dare shows up at my place at three in the fucking morning because his prick of a friend finds it funny to lie to him.”
Glancing between us, she fisted her hands on her hips. “I don’t know what this is about, but keep me out of it. I don’t like being a pawn.”
Jericho began to speak, but she cut him off. “Save it.”
“He deserved it—stupid prick.” Jericho spoke over her. “You really passing—”
“Oh no,” she shouted.
“Leave her out of this,” I growled. “You got a problem with me?”
I moved toward him, fist cocked, ready for a rumble. I needed something to release this anger and emotion filling me until I wanted to explode.
“You two talk, or fight, whatever you guys do. But I don’t want any more shit from you.” She glowered at Jericho. Then she pointed to me. “No more drunk nights on my couch.” She stalked from the room.
I moved in and bumped into Jericho’s chest. “You find this funny. What are you doing? Who you fucking with? Me or her?”
“You stupid motherfucker. I’m cleaning up your mess.” He sat on the couch. “You tell me ‘do whatever, make her stay’ because you promised. Well keeping your promise is a bitch for two reasons. One—she only wants you, go figure. Two—all the guys want her.”
I’d figured she’d move on to another guy too, but she hadn’t. A biker chick like her, made for our life, no way someone wouldn’t claim that treasure. And that fed the bomb, maybe I’d break into a million pieces when I blew. “But why the scheme?”
“Lots of reasons, but three of which are Vex, Rebel, Viper—all have propositioned her. Those aren’t the kind of guys to accept no.”