“Yeah?”
“We got a problem, Krypt.”
I pretend I’m not listening, but the fact is I am. Krypt quickly takes the phone off speaker, but it’s so quiet out here I can still hear the conversation.
“What’s the problem?” Krypt asks, flashing his eyes towards me before focusing back on his conversation.
“Cops have done a raid, which is fine, they found fuck all, but last night we got a fuckin’ homemade cocktail bomb thrown through the window.”
“What?” Krypt growls. “Fuckin’ who?”
“Take a guess.”
“Anyone hurt?”
“Santana was in the room, Krypt. Scared the fuck outta her, but she’s okay.”
Who is Santana?
“What are you goin’ to do?”
“We are goin’ on lockdown, but we can’t do it here. I don’t think it’s goin’ to be the first attack, and until we can get the information we need, we best stay low.”
“You’re comin’ here, aren’t you?” Krypt sighs.
“Just for a bit. I can’t risk anyone in my club gettin’ fucked up over this until I know what’s goin’ on.”
“Right. When are you comin’ up?”
“We’ll be there soon.”
Krypt hangs up the phone and turns to me. “I hope you’re ready to see club life, babe, because you’re about to get front-seat tickets.”
I bite my bottom lip and ponder it, before asking, “How many of them is there?”
“Twenty, give or take. Most of them will stay in the sheds. Maddox and a few of the guys and girls will stay up here.”
“Girls?”
He smirks. “There’s Santana, for a start. She’s always with Maddox. And they’ll bring pussy; it’s how they roll.”
I scrunch my nose. “Pussy?”
He winks at me. “Pussy.”
“Great. Who is Santana?”
He leans back, staring out at the beautiful scenery. “Santana is Maddox’s pain in the ass.”
I narrow my eyes. “His daughter?”
“No, babe. Santana grew up in a tough life; she was homeless at a real young age. Maddox found her convulsing in a street about five years ago. She was only sixteen, and when he got her help, he realized she had no one. Her family is dead. So, he took her in. Let’s just say their relationship is strained. He thinks he owns her, and she doesn’t like being bossed around. The sexual tension is huge.”
I frown. “Isn’t she like . . . his adopted daughter? He must be a great deal older than her, if she’s only twenty-one.”
He snorts. “She ain’t ever been like a daughter; she just gives Maddox a run for his money. He thinks he’s the boss of her because he saved her. And he ain’t all that much older, Maddox is only thirty.”
Fair enough.
“Well, at least she isn’t a club whore. I really don’t want to spend the next . . .” I scrunch my nose up. “. . . however long, with a group of girls who can’t keep their legs closed.”
He laughs. “Yeah, well, Santana is good value. You’ll like her. And as for the whores, you won’t see much of them.”
“They’ll be underneath a biker, no doubt.”
He leans in close. “Absolutely.”
“And that will include you?”
His eyes scan my face. “That depends?”
I smirk. “On what?”
“Are you going to be under me?”
I flush. “That depends.”
He gives me a full-throttle grin, causing his dimples to pop out. “On what?”
“Are you going to make it worth my while?”
He reaches up, wrapping his fingers around the back of my head. “Oh, absolutely.”
Now I can’t wipe my grin off my face.
~*~*~*~
The guys from the club arrive about five hours later.
I managed to get some sleep and a decent shower before they showed up. I heard the rumble of bikes for a fair while before I saw them pull into the lot. I am sitting on the chair out the front, watching them all get off their shiny rides. I see Maddox first, and watch in fascination as he pulls his helmet off and throws his leg over the bike.
He’s massive; the man is daunting. His eyes fall on me and he smirks, I throw him my own classy smirk back. I notice a girl behind him, and I train my eyes on her as she throws herself off the bike and pulls her helmet off. Wow, she’s gorgeous. She has long, black hair that falls in soft curls right down to her bottom. She’s only a tiny girl, no bigger than five foot. She has olive skin, and beautifully slanted eyes.
I focus my attention on the other bikers, and smile when I see the side-cart that holds Tyke. The biker riding gets off and helps him up, and Tyke supports himself on the bike while they unload a wheelchair. Maddox reaches the bottom of the stairs and I turn to stare at him. He’s still smirking at me.