Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(11)

I let his arms down, and he hits the floor.

“Now, walk your ass out of here and never fucking come back.” I kick his foot.

He scrambles to his feet and then walks out of the room. I follow behind him.

Butch is standing outside the door, and as I pass him, he says, “Not dead?”

I have a bit more self-control than Butch. Barely. Now, if that had been Butch’s woman, he would be six feet under. I want to fucking kill him, but I don’t feel like burning his ass in acid today.

The man all but runs out the door, and I go back to my seat. A prospect presses a beer into my hand, and I take a long pull from it. Vin and Trey come back and sit beside me.

“Stupid fucker,” Vinny snarls and then takes a drink of his beer.

Not very many people become members here—it’s a one-in-ten kind of deal—and that guy just ruined his chance for good.

This club is fucking rich, and people swoop in trying to get in with us so they can get rich. It doesn’t work like that. We give them a year on a trial basis, and if they do make it through, then we send them through a six-month training run by some badass SEALs.

The only person who hasn’t gone through training is Liam. He got his prospect patch at eighteen when he saved the VP’s daughter and became a prospect. He’s in the Navy and currently going through Hell Week to became a SEAL. I feel for that fucker. Hell Week is hell for a reason.

Once he’s finished his time, he will come back as a full-patched member and go claim his woman. He has a thing for Torch’s daughter, and the only people who don’t know that are Torch and Paisley, Torch’s daughter. She has a major thing for him too.

He saved her from a janitor who was in a fucking gang, and that isn’t easily forgotten or overlooked. He saved a fucking princess—the only princess around here for many years until Chrystal and Kyle had a baby.

“I’m going home to my woman.” I stand up and leave my almost-full beer on the table. I walk out of the clubhouse and climb onto my bike.

The prospect opens the gate and I see a bike turned on its side, a knife stuck in one of the tires.

I look at the tire and then at the prospect.

He grins. “He told me what he did.”

I smirk and start my bike. I already like that fucker. I back up, ride up to him, and pat him on the shoulder, and he slams the gate shut.

I see the fucker from in the clubhouse whose teeth I knocked out running down the road, and I ride up next to him. I kick him. He rolls down the hill, and I laugh.

In town, I notice a woman’s clothing store. Alisha doesn’t have any clothes or anything to call her own. After pulling up in front of the store, I turn my bike off and climb off. I walk into the store and go straight to one of the workers.

She looks up and smiles. “How can I help you?”

“I want to get some clothes for my woman. Hell, she needs a whole wardrobe,” I tell her.

Her eyes light up. “Well, I will be happy to help you! We offer in-home services, and I am a stylist, so I can help her.”

Fuck, that would be great. I want Alisha to have everything and anything she could ever want. “When can you come measure her?”

“I can come by at four o’clock today, and I can have a wardrobe delivered by tomorrow evening. We have other chains as well, so we can have stuff brought to the store as needed, like underwear.”

I nod. “Perfect.”

She claps her hands excitedly. “We need to go over some details, like the limit you want to spend, and I’ll need your address and phone number.” She takes a piece of paper out and sets it on the counter in front of me.

I circle “no limit” on the paper and fill out all the necessary information.

She picks up the paper and checks it out. Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me. “She’s a lucky woman.”

I smile and reach into my pocket to pull my black card out. She scans my card and sets my account up so she can make the necessary charges.

“See you later!” she calls.

I wave as I walk out of the store. Then it occurs to me: Alisha literally has nothing. She doesn’t have any personal items, either. She’s at my house and isn’t leaving, so I need to get her some shit. I climb onto my bike and head to Target.

Inside the store, I grab a cart. I spot the girly-shit section, and the first thing I see is tampons. Fuck. After grabbing a few boxes, I throw them into the cart. I grab shampoo, conditioner, razors, lotion, shaving cream, and a toothbrush and throw them all in the cart. I see a curling iron and a straightener and grab those because my sister loves shit like that. I walk past the condoms but keep on walking. When we have sex, I am not using condoms. I am knocking her up. She’s mine and it’s going to happen anyway, so why not make it happen sooner rather than later?