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“Enough to let me have a spot on your island if zombies attack?” Sex Piston joked.

“You know it,” Diamond said seriously.

“You guys are creeping me the fuck out. I need another beer,” Killyama said, getting to her feet.

Knox came to their table. “Let’s dance.”

“Okay.” Diamond stood up. She leaned down, hugging her sister close before letting her go.

Knox gazed down at his new sister-in-law and pulled her to her feet before pulling her into a bear hug. “I’m a lucky man. I married a woman I love and now I have a sister. I’ve never had a family, Sex Piston, and I plan on enjoying having you and your parents as mine.” His bald-headed badassness was ruined by the twinkle in his eyes. “Especially if you’re the one who cooks when we have dinner at your parents’ house.”

“I think I can manage that.”

Killyama, who had returned with her beer, turned on her heel again. “Pike, get your ass over here and dance with me. I can’t handle all this mushy bullshit.”

Sex Piston grinned at Killyama’s abrasive behavior. Knox grinned, too, as he took Diamond’s hand and led her to the dance floor. Sex Piston sat back down at the table where Stud’s arm was still around the back of her chair.

Crazy Bitch stared at them a moment before yelling, “Blade!” Giving a wicked grin, she also took off to the dance floor. Blade joined her with a frightened look.

“Your men are pussies,” she said, watching Pike dance as far away from Killyama as he could.

“Do you blame them?” Stud asked.

“No, both Crazy Bitch and Killyama could take them,” Sex Piston bragged.

Bear sat down at the table, pulling T.A. down to sit on his lap. Fat Louise tried to cut in with Pike and Killyama, but two of the biker bitches were more than he could handle and he retreated back to the bar.

Later, Sex Piston and everyone else in the bar cheered when the happy couple left for their honeymoon. They were riding Knox’s bike to Florida to see their new island.

Sex Piston seriously needed to find out who Shade was buying his reefer from.





Chapter Eighteen



“Let’s get out of here.” Stud took her hand, dragging her from the club without giving her a chance to tell her crew she was leaving.

Stud’s bike was parked outside. Sex Piston climbed on behind him and then the bike roared out of the parking lot, making Sex Piston cling tighter to Stud, scooting closer to him on the seat so that her thighs could nestle next to his. The friction of his jeans against her bare thighs had Sex Piston’s body reminding her that they hadn’t fucked since before the argument the night she had met his aunt.

Star’s kidnapping had kept him busy and she hadn’t gone over to his house to see the girls. She had wanted to regroup, but this time it was harder to do. Star had made her realize that she couldn’t keep Stud out of her heart because he was already there.

Sex Piston dragged herself from her thoughts, realizing that they were going out of Jamestown and heading toward Treepoint. Sex Piston enjoyed the ride, wishing she could enjoy the wind rushing by, but her pops had only instilled one rule when he had taught her to ride and that was to always ride with a helmet.

Expecting to go directly to Treepoint, Sex Piston was surprised when Stud turned at a side road that led up a winding path of one of the mountains. She had seen the turn off several times on the way to see Beth, but had never paid it much attention.

He followed the curvy road that gradually grew steeper and steeper. Sex Piston’s hold tightened even further at the sheer drop off on the side of the road, but her confidence in Stud never faltered. Even when a deer ran across the road, he handled the bike with expert precision.

After fifteen minutes, he slowed down, taking an even smaller side road for about a half mile before pulling onto a long driveway that had a gated entrance. Stud pulled his bike up to a metal box that he inserted a key into. The heavy gate slid open and Stud’s bike drove through the entrance.

The house she saw was everything you would expect from a home in the mountain. It was a two-story log home with a wraparound porch. The back of the house hung off the side of the mountain, and Sex Piston could only imagine that the views from the deck would be spectacular.

“Where are we?” Sex Piston asked as they climbed off the bike.

“My home.”

“You live here?” Sex Piston couldn’t understand how he could afford a home like this.

He was working at Powell’s garage in town as a mechanic until he got the Destructors settled. She had assumed that was what he did in West Virginia. Sex Piston couldn’t imagine him working a nine to five job, so that left only one option. She had found herself a dud. There was no way that he could afford a home like this on a mechanic’s salary; he was involved in some illegal shit.