Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(51)

“Stuff isn’t enough when you’re spotty all over and have radioactive hair,” Jack muttered when Sam walked over to his own bike and couldn’t hear them anymore.

Loki scowled and looked around to check whether Monster was within hearing distance before speaking. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know what I think of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the love of your life,” Jack whispered, but still scowled at his chopper.

“And you’re so hot I can’t believe I can touch you every day.”

“Am I?” Jack smirked, and looked at his friends, who were already waiting for him on their bikes.

Loki exhaled. “I’d show you if we were alone. I fucking melt when you touch me,” he whispered, remembering the way Jack’s fingers had traced the side of his knee earlier.

“You hate that Ted fucker?”

Loki snorted, and a cold, gooey feeling spread throughout his stomach. “I want to see him die.”

Jack’s eyebrows rose slightly, and he turned to his other bike without a word. He mounted the beast of a Harley and patted the bitch seat. Loki stared at it for a second before darting to take his place behind Jack’s back. His chest swelled with pride as he held on to the seat and pressed his knees against the backs of Jack’s thighs. His stomach was clenching at the thought of seeing Ted again, but with Jack at his side, he didn’t have to worry about a thing. This time it was him who’d be coming with pit bulls.

Jack passed Loki a helmet, and when he revved his bike, the vibrations went through Loki’s body, making his heart beat even faster. How he wished to slip his hands under Jack’s arms and hold on to him tightly. Jack’s hair still had the faint scent of hospital, but to Loki, he couldn’t smell any better, because it meant he was alive. Just like Ted wouldn’t be.





Chapter 16



Sam, Red Jack, and Monster discussed the situation with Borg, and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation considering that Red Jack had tried to hide the gunshot wound in the first place. Monster was kind enough to tell Borg all about that. They were to set out at night in a van with stolen licence plates, so they needed to wait at the club house. The deal had been sealed from the moment Red Jack went with Loki’s story. People lost their teeth for getting too close to a Coffin Nails’ bike, let alone shooting a patched member. Ted Mozer was a dead man walking, especially without any gang associations.

Loki had said that the guy used to make drugs, but from what Monster gathered as they waited for nightfall, Ted was now a deadbeat crackhead, always in debt, always sponging off new boyfriends and family. A pathetic man, not really worthy of anyone’s interest.

Loki kept to Red Jack’s shadow whenever he could and kept to public areas when he couldn’t, always on his toes, a bit jumpy. It was hard to tell what was going on in his head when he threw his ex to the sharks. Was he that cruel? Crazy? Both? He had shot Red Jack, and his eyes would sometimes go all empty and strange. Maybe it was the tumor eating at his brain.

To make things worse, Lucy was dancing tonight, and Red Jack avoided looking at her, as if she could infect his fresh wound. He’d always thought he’d be God’s gift to a piece of pussy like her, but since he’d found out that she didn’t share the sentiment, he was too embarrassed to even approach her. He’d made a fool out of himself too many times already.

What he really needed before heading out after midnight was to find a secluded spot and talk to Loki, squeeze out more about Mozer. The way Loki said that he wanted to see the guy die had a dark undertone Red Jack needed to explore if he was to blow the tweaker’s brains out. Red Jack might not have been the nicest guy out there, but he wasn’t okay with just killing off random people.

An opportunity arose when Sam finally left him alone to chat with Candy about something she needed him to fix in her bakery. Red Jack gestured to Loki and walked out of the lounge as soon as Loki followed. It was a regular weekday, so there weren’t that many people to bother them, but Red Jack was still on pins and needles until they left the clubhouse and headed for the garage, which at this point was closed to customers and pretty much deserted, unless one of the guys was working on a private project.

He could hear Loki’s footsteps behind him, but neither of them spoke as they walked through the gate, along the outer wall of the fort-like clubhouse, and into the shop yard. Red Jack headed straight to the building at the back, which he used for paintwork. He opened it up and let Loki pass into the darkness before walking in and locking the door behind himself. Red Jack lit a cigarette and turned on the light by the small desk, the only piece of furniture in the room. For a brief moment, his gaze lay on the unfinished paintwork. The customer would have to wait a few more days. Other business came first.