Rock's Redemption(Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)(40)

Armand reclined in his leather chair and observed the well-kept garden  in front of the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist in downtown  Lafayette. Completed in 1916, the cathedral's red and white brickwork  was built in the Romanesque Revival style. It was a slice of history  amid the modern buildings surrounding it. He glanced at his watch when  the bells from the octagonal steeple tolled. He silently counted along  with each strike as the person on the other end of the phone continued  his tirade about "their agreement."

He'd chosen his office just for the unobstructed view of the cathedral,  and he'd usually swivel his chair to face it when he was on the phone.  At that moment, he wasn't interested in what Frederick was saying; he  just wanted him off the phone. If Clotille didn't want to stay with him  anymore, it was her choice. He sighed; his sister had been a pain in the  ass ever since he could remember. Over the years, he'd tried to guide  her, but she was willful and spoiled thanks to their father, and there  was nothing he could do about it. When she'd taken up with the family's  housekeeper's son, he'd been appalled just as his mother had been, and  he'd pushed Luc at her so she'd forget the white trash who had entered  her life. But she hadn't wanted Luc, and now she was throwing in the  towel with Frederick-a man who could give her everything. In Armand's  opinion, Clotille had never been the same since she and Roche became  friends. He shook his head, then focused his attention back to the  phone.

"I don't know what you want me to do about it. I agree that Clotille has  broken her agreement, but I don't even know where she is."

"Your business wouldn't even be where it is if it weren't for me.  Remember, your debt still hasn't been paid. I don't think you want to go  back to where you were before I stepped in to save your ass, do you?  You love money, and you squander it-that's your weakness."

Armand rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.  "Again, I don't know where she is. She hasn't called me or my mother."

"She's in your fucking backyard." Frederick's anger over the phone was  palpable and Armand cursed Clotille for messing up again. She's such a  disgrace to the family, just like Dad was. "Did you hear me? She's in  your goddamned city."

"Clotille's in Lafayette? That can't be true. She would've contacted me, or at least our mother. You're mistaken."

"I don't make mistakes. She's there with that lowlife biker. Rock's his name. She left me for a biker. It's so ludicrous."

"Rock? Oh yeah, Roche. They knew each other many years ago. I just can't believe she hasn't called our mother."

"I can't believe any of this. That goddamned piece of trash has made her  forget who she is. I'm not surprised at all by what she does anymore."

"Have you heard from her?" Armand said.

"We spoke a couple days ago."

"Did she tell you she was in Lafayette? Is that how you found out? She  was probably trying to throw you off." Armand glanced at his watch; he'd  been on the phone with Frederick for over an hour listening to him  lament about losing Clotille. He fucking thinks she's the only woman  around. He has so much money he could get any woman he desires. Clotille  isn't that great to carry on like he is. Mom's going to be beyond  pissed when she finds out Clotille's been in Lafayette with Roche and  hasn't even bothered to call.

"She didn't say where she was. I know a few guys in the Gypsy Fiends, a  local motorcycle club. They told me. Seems like another club-the  Insurgents-are trying to muscle in on a deal I have going. Anyway, they  said Clotille came with the biker and they've been in Lafayette for over  a week."

"I can't believe it. I'll try and call her and see what's going on. I  have to end our conversation. I'm meeting my girlfriend for drinks."  Jolene had arranged a small party to meet for happy hour at a new chic  bar downtown, and she would be dour for most of the evening if he were  late.

"You better make this right, Armand, or there'll be hell to pay, not  just for Clotille but for you as well. I do not intend to just walk  away. Clotille is mine until I tell her she isn't. Do you understand  me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good, then you know what needs to happen."

"I'm surprised you haven't come to Lafayette."

"I was there a few days ago on some …  business. At that time, I didn't know she was there."                       
       
           



       

"I didn't know you were in town. You should've called me and we could've met up."

"It was a very short trip. There was something I had to do."

"Gotcha. I hate to do this, but I do have to go. Jolene doesn't like it when I keep her waiting."

Fredrick's dry laugh sounded through the phone. "You need to be better  in controlling your woman unless your scene is having the woman control  you."

"My scene right now is getting off the phone so I can clear up my desk  and meet Jolene. We'll talk soon. I'll try and call Clotille and see if I  can't convince her to go back to you."

"She'll come back to me," Frederick said in a low, hard voice. "Either  dead or alive, I will have my pet. Remember that." The phone went dead.

Armand shook his head, cleared off his desk, and scampered out of the office.





Chapter Twenty-One





Rock walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel to dry his  hands. "This time the water ran clear, so I put some salt in with it to  make sure the crawfish are totally cleaned." Rock had watched his mother  prepare crawfish boils since the time he could walk, and while he was  in the back rinsing and filling the tub with water several times to  clean the crawfish, he felt as though his mother were watching him.

"We're almost done with cutting up the vegetables. We'll have to boil  the craw in batches." Isa rushed around the kitchen while Clotille cut  up the potatoes and halved the corn on the cob.

Rock liked watching Clotille make Cajun food; her eyes always lit up. A  few nights before, she'd been humming while she'd blended the spices for  the killer jambalaya she'd prepared. Watching her sway her hips to the  tune had made him damn horny, and if Isa and her kids hadn't been in the  next room, he'd have had Clotille bent over the counter, licking some  sweet paprika and cayenne pepper off her firm globes as he slammed into  her pussy.

Fuck, just thinking about it makes me hard.

"I hope your friends will like the food," Isa said as she placed the  cut-up potatoes, celery, corn, mushrooms, onions, and garlic in a big  bowl.

"They're easy-they like anything that has beer as an accompaniment."  Rock popped the top of his beer can. "And I bought a shitload of it."

"Clotille made a hot and spicy blend of seasoning for the first pot, and  I made a milder one for the other pot. Not everyone likes it hot." Isa  wiped her hands on the dish towel.

"Fuck, will you calm down already? It'll be fine. Hot and spicy is just  the way I like it," he said in a gravelly voice, winking at Clotille  when she looked up and met his gaze. He groaned inwardly when the tip of  her pink tongue touched her top lip. What he wouldn't do to be able to  suck it into his mouth and play with it.

"I've just never entertained a bunch of bikers before." Isa laughed  nervously. "Charlie's so damn excited to see all the motorcycles. He's  been dying to get one but I won't let him. I have enough to worry about  without him having an accident."

"He must be bummed. Hell, if you wanna ride, you gotta do it. It's in  your blood. You should let him have one." Rock drifted his gaze back to  Clotille and watched how her tits bounced up and down as she chopped the  parsley vigorously. I wish she were bouncing like that on my cock. I'm  pitchin' a damn tent. Fuck, I didn't know it was so hot to watch a woman  cook.

"I got Charlie to let it rest, but since you've been here with your  badass bike he's started up again about it. Now he'll be impossible  after seeing all the bikes tonight."

"Yeah, and Hawk-he's our vice president-has a wicked Harley. He customized it all himself. It fuckin' rocks."

"I didn't think I'd like riding on one, but I have to say that I love  it. At first I was scared shitless, but now I enjoy the ride." Clotille  pushed a fallen strand of hair off her forehead with her forearm.

Rock chuckled. "The first road I took you on was hairpin turns all the  way. It wasn't a good introduction to riding." I love the way you put  your arms around me, your fingers slipping down on my dick whenever I  hit a bump. Definitely enhances the ride with you clinging onto me.

Charlie walked in and stole a stalk of celery from the vegetable bowl.  "I heard my name. What things are you telling them about me?" He came  behind Isa, wrapped his arms around her small waist, and pulled her back  to him. Nuzzling her neck, he said, "Are you saying good or bad things  about me, chouchou?"