“Where? I’ll meet you there?”
“21 on Fifth, see you there at 10.”
Riding out there, I know we’re good. There’s no way Tick will start a war with us, especially if it’s uncalled for. We have maintained a good business relationship with him for the past 3 years, since Zane took over from his old man. Not only is Zane not to be fucked with in any way, but he’s book smart too; he managed to pull our club out of a lot of shit that our fathers left before the accident. Pulling up at the industrial building, I see Zane and Ade getting off their bikes.
“This doesn’t look suspicious at all,” I’m being honest here, it looks like a bit of a set up.
“He won’t do anything, trust me. He doesn’t want to go down that road, we have an understanding,” Zane assures me as we begin walking into the building. The door creaks as we push it open. In front of us is a huge empty space, we see Tick and his main three men sitting next to him at a table. Zane walks ahead of Ade and me, so we follow suit.
“Zane.” Tick nods his head. Tick is around 34, he’s young. Zane is the youngest of all the Presidents in our area that we know of; but the man has been raised and bred for this purpose and this purpose only, making him the most feared man in the MC world. I chuckle to myself in my thoughts.
One of the other men to the side of Tick laughs aloud, “If it isn’t Sinful club pretty boy.”
I fucking hate him instantly. Zane turns his head to the voice before looking back at Tick. “You going to shut up your bum boy or should I do it for you?”
Tick glares at the man, making him sit back down on his seat. “So, to what do we owe the pleasure of having you boys on our streets?”
“We have an assignment; the required asset is currently on your turf— for now.”
“Yeah, alright,” he says, leaning back into his chair while lighting a cigarette.
“You thought about my offer?”
I look over to Zane questioning; it is the first time I have heard about an “offer”.
“Yeah, I’m taking it in for a vote when I get back to WB.”
Tick nods before looking over to me. “Blake, this is Treasure,” he nods over to the lippy fucker sitting at his left side with a disgusted look on his face.
“And? Is that supposed to be of some relevance to me, Tick?”
He laughs, looking back at Treasure, and then looking back to me with an arched eyebrow.
“I guess not, no. But he is from my Brooklyn chapter, just patched in with us.”
I shrug because I have no idea what the fuck this man is on about; yet, his face is saying that he is waiting for me to click.
“Are we done here? I have shit to do.”
“We are done here.”
Walking back out the way we came, Zane looks over to me.
“What the hell was that comment about Treasure about?”
I shrug because I have no idea, the man did not look familiar.
He continues, “I hear you’re taking Vicky to Sinsation tonight, that a good idea?”
“Yeah, gonna see what this girl can do.”
Zane shakes his head laughing; he knows exactly what I am thinking.
Ride or Die
Vicky
After Blake up and left me in the middle of the night, it put my head into perspective. You’re in this for a good time, not a long time, Vicky. I chant to myself as I put on a short deep purple dress that, as he said, “shows off my tits”. Not only did that little comment make me feel like one of his club whores, but also it reminded me of exactly why I should not be interested in this man on any level, despite our chemistry.
Putting on my stilettos, I make my way into the kitchen to down a couple of shots before this night begins; because in all honesty, I have no idea what he has installed for me. Three shots later, I hear the loud rumble of his bike pull up. Looking up, I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my nerves. I grab my clutch off the marble counter and begin to make my way out. Just as I am walking out the front door I see him, and my whole body buzzes to life.
Holy fuck Vicky, just what have you gotten yourself into? He is sitting on his bike; in dark denim jeans, a black T-shirt with his cut over the top, some combat boots and his dark blonde hair sitting up all over the place on his head. I smile while blushing. Victoria Abraham, does not blush. “Um, I can’t ride that with this on?” I ask, looking down at my dress.
“Trust me darling, it’s been done before.” Thanks for that— really, that is just what I wanted to hear. “Hmmm, okay then.” I walk towards him unsure, and he’s wearing his mischief smile on his face; this man is all play, he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body. Taking the second helmet off him, I jump behind him pulling up my skirt, feeling a cold breeze whisk up my legs and skim over my core. A slight moan slips from my lips, so quietly I think no one heard. Blake tips his head around, looking at me sideways.