Rock's Redemption(Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)(15)

When Frederick paid the bill and stood up, helping his companion to her  feet, Rock's heart dropped. He liked being in the same room as her. An  emptiness gnawed at him when the couple left.

"These sexy ladies have invited us to their house for some fun. You down for that?" Bones nudged Rock's shoulder.

"What? Uh …  yeah. Why not?" And why the fuck not? I'm not gonna sit around thinking about her.

The bikers paid the bill and walked out with the women into the cool  night air. Rags turned to the group. "Sorry, but I can't stay. Throttle  and I have an early morning landscaping job. I gotta get back."

"Me too," Rock said. Did I just say that? What the fuck? The redhead bit  her lip, a frown crossing her brow. "Sorry, darling. It's an hour drive  back, and I promised my buddy I'd open his bike shop for him in the  morning."

"You can come over for just a half hour or so. I promise I'll make you glad you did."

As his eyes roamed over her small frame, landing on her blue eyes, he  wasn't feeling it. He could get pussy anytime at the club and at  parties; he didn't like taking up with a citizen. Although, she lived  far enough away that it probably wouldn't be a problem.

Sensing his hesitation, she drew closer to him, grabbing his hand and  placing it on her tit. "You like that?" she breathed against his ear.

"I like it, but I still gotta go. Give me your number and I'll call you  next time I'm up here." He knew he wouldn't, but it always made the  citizens feel better when he asked for their numbers. Club whores are so  much easier.

She smiled weakly and wrote her number on a piece of paper she took out  of her purse. "You're sure you can't stay?" she asked as she handed it  to him.

"Yeah, but I'll call you." He swung his leg over his bike and winked at Wheelie and Bones. "Have a good time."

The men grinned wickedly, and Wheelie tugged Zoe to him. "Let's have some fun," he said.

Rock and Rags pulled away from the curb and made their way to the  highway. When they stopped at a light, Rags turned to Rock and said,  "We're getting old, dude."

"Or bored with easy pussy."

"Probably both."

As they merged onto the highway, Rock turned and looked over his  shoulder at the twinkling lights of the ski resort, knowing he'd be  spending a lot more time in Aspen.

He had to.

The urge was too great.





Chapter Five





Lola placed a white legal-sized envelope in front of Rock as she handed  out the mail to the brothers in the great room. Rock took a bite out of  his breakfast burrito as he watched cars speed around a racetrack on the  big-screen TV on the back wall. He glanced at the envelope and moved it  to the side of his plate.

"How's the burrito?" Wheelie asked as he plopped down on the chair beside Rock.

"Damn good. Rosie and Kristy can cook. Where the fuck have you been?" He wiped his mouth.

"Aspen."

"You and Bones have been there since Monday? Fuck, those chicks must've been damned horny."

"More than horny, man. It was fucking awesome."

"You tell him about our sex fest?" Bones chuckled and put his plate down  on the table. "You and Rags missed a damn good time. Those women were  open to anything. I mean fucking anything." He bit into his roast beef  sandwich, then washed it down with a bottle of beer. "And the redhead  who was into you was fuckin' wild. She told me to tell you she'd be  waiting for your call."                       
       
           



       

"Maybe you should call her since you all know each other a whole lot better." Rock winked.

"Maybe. If she lived closer I'd consider it."

"Bones and I were surprised you and Rags bailed. What the fuck was up  with the ‘I have to get up early' bullshit you guys were feeding those  chicks? Did you have something waiting for you when you got back?"

Rock shrugged. "I just wasn't feeling it. No big deal. Anyway, four guys  are a crowd for fucking. I prefer two. You had the right ratio."

"Don't think you're fooling me. I know you got a chick on your mind, maybe even on your cock."

Rock smiled and took a gulp of his orange juice. He pushed his plate  away and picked up the envelope. His name and address were handwritten  in blue ink, and the writing looked like it'd been made by an unsteady  hand. He opened it up and a small flannel bag fell out, indigo with  twine securing the top of it. A flush of adrenaline tingled through his  body. He unfolded a piece of paper that was in the envelope that read  "Beware. You have a gris-gris on you." Rock reread the two sentences  several times, then picked up the bag and held it in his hand.

"What the hell is that?" Wheelie said.

He quirked his lips. "It's a mojo bag."

"What the fuck is that?"

"It's to protect the wearer from evil. It basically wards off curses and  hexes. I haven't seen one of these in a long time." He picked up the  envelope and noticed the postmark was Lafayette, LA.

"What's in it?" Bones said. "I remember when I was doing time in Angola  that a lot of the inmates had bags like that one. They were in all kinds  of colors. Don't you remember?"

Rock slowly nodded. "The bayous are full of superstitions. Mojo bags  have different herbs, roots, bones, and minerals in them depending on  what they're used for. This one probably has white sage, devil's  shoestring root, and maybe Dead Sea salts. Sometimes tobacco soaked in  whiskey is placed inside for extra protection. This is fuckin' strange."

"You got a hex on you? Which chick did you piss off?" Wheelie laughed.

"Who's putting a hex on who?" Jax asked as he sat down on one of the chairs.

Bones pointed to Rock. "Someone's put a curse on him and he's trying to find out who did it." The guys laughed.

Rock read the note again. "It says someone has given me a gris-gris."

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" Jax motioned for Puck to bring him a drink.

"Gris-gris means curse in Cajun. I wonder who's messin' with me." Rock scrubbed his hand against his face.

"You scared, big guy?" Jax tipped his chair back. "We'll protect you."

"Shut the fuck up. I don't believe in this shit. My mom and aunts were  into it. Both of my sisters believe it too. Fuck, more than half of the  bayou believes in some sort of curses or spells. I'm just wondering who  sent it to me, and why now? I haven't been back home in over five  years."

"Well, if you're down on smokes, you can always smoke your bag." Wheelie howled and Bones and Jax followed suit.

Rock laughed. "You've got a point there." He glanced at the clock. "Come  on. Church is gonna start in a minute." The men all rose to their feet  as Rock announced to all the brothers in the great room that they had to  go to the meeting. He slipped the bag in his pocket and followed his  friends to the meeting room.

Antsy, he leaned against the concrete wall, his massive arms crossed  against his chest. Who the fuck sent me the mojo? Is Isa trying to get  me to come visit? She seemed real anxious about it when we last talked.  Deep in his gut, he knew it wasn't Isa. But who, and why? Fuckin' weird.  His attention focused on Banger when he heard him say, "Frederick  Blair."

"This time the gig is during the day. I'm gonna send the same crew unless there's an objection." Banger took a gulp of his beer.

"No objection. But this time we want to be inside. Rock, Wheelie, and  Bones can be outside." The crew who'd been at the house sniggered.

"Who stands where at the house is shit you can all figure out. Anyway,  Rock's in charge of all that. What I got from Liam is that it's a  meeting of a group of billionaires who belong to some elite group-Peak  Five. It'll take place in a couple days." Banger glanced down at a large  calendar he had on the table. "Yeah, Saturday at two o'clock. It's  gonna be … "

Rock's heart pounded; he'd get another chance to see her. Since their  last encounter, all he'd gotten was a quick glimpse of her green eyes  before she looked downward. Her hiding her face from him made him think  about her all the time. She was mysterious and had a sexy body that had  been the fodder for some of his fantasies for the past couple days. I've  built up all this shit in my head. I gotta see what she really looks  like. Then I'll be good. He hadn't thought he'd get the chance to see  her so soon. This time around, he wasn't playing her bullshit game.                       
       
           



       

"How much we making for this babysitting? Seems like we got better things to do," Axe said.

"About a hundred fifty thousand a gig." Banger held up his hands to stop  the grumbling that was circulating around the room. "I know that's a  good week at our dispensaries. But remember, we're doing this as a favor  for Liam."