I’d never seen Razor challenge Cobra like he was today. It was a first I never thought I'd experience. My mouth hung slightly open as I watched the two brothers disagree, Razor and me on one side, and Cobra on the other. It had never happened before.
“Since you two fuckfaces became involved with those cousins, your brains have turned to shit. I'm the fucking pres; I make the fucking rules. Understood?”
Razor stood taller in his boots and crossed his brute arms across his chest. “Not if you’re gonna get us all fucking killed. I’m in the prime of my life, brother. I'm not going down for a harebrained scheme as old as the hills.”
Ratbag piped up from his corner. “Man, the thing that worries me most is how Texan disappeared. I'm convinced the cops snatched him. He’d never leave his bike in the middle of nowhere and not report back to the club in a week.”
“Yeah, about that . . . I’ve tried every informant we have—I can’t find a fucking thing on his whereabouts. That smells like shit to me,” Hammer said, deep worry lines etched into his forehead. If Hammer couldn’t find anything—online, or through his connections—nobody could.
Alarm bells went off in my head. Something major was going on. I probably looked like I was certifiable the way my fucking eye was twitching.
Ratbag jumped to Texan’s defense. “Hey, Texan would never spill his guts would he? I mean, he’s been a brother since he was a kid. Born into the biker fold. He’d die before he told anyone anything about what was going on.”
Razor lifted an eyebrow and shook his head. “You dumb Aussie, haven’t you learned anything about human nature? As soon as things turn to shit, survival instincts kick in . . . most fuckers I know would sell their mothers if it meant they’d stay alive. Seen it happen time and again. People suck.”
“Not our man Texan. He loves Scorpio Stingers. We’re his brothers, for fuck’s sake,” Ratbag insisted. Yeah, he always tried to see the good in people. That’s why I loved the motherfucker. Even if he was wrong this time.
“Ratbag, we have to consider all our options; even the unpleasant ones. Not because we don’t trust our brothers, but because we can’t take risks. You get that, huh?” Usually Ratbag listened to what I said. He’d adopted me as his older brother a long time ago and I was totally cool with that, although I was thankful I didn’t speak with the weird twang he did.
Cobra banged his fist on the table. Since the shootout he’d been moody and mercurial. I never knew what he was thinking any more.
The sad thing was that none of the brothers even knew about my and Jade’s loss. I couldn’t tell them, because talking about Jade would stir up all kinds of shit. As far as everyone at the club knew, I wasn’t seeing her any longer. Fuck, I didn’t know how to tell them the truth, and right now it was getting more difficult.
As if he’d read my mind, Cobra trained his gaze on me, a smirk on his face. “And just guess who’s causing all the shit? None other than that cop brother of Jade’s. Fucking Summers is up to something big. Our snitches have heard rumbles from the Special Ops office. There’s an election coming up, the head honchos want some action. You know what that means, huh?”
Chapter Forty — Harrison
Why was it that when I couldn’t sleep lately, I’d think of Eva? The way she moved across a room, they way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her career, filled with passion and excitement, the way she placed her hand on my arm whenever she wanted to make a point, ever so casually so that it felt so natural, yet gripped my fucking heart into a vice and held it there for as long as she touched me.
I wanted to hear her voice, see her smile, and feel her warm skin on mine.
There was no denying it any longer. Eva excited me, filled my thoughts and raging cock with memories of her, even when I least expected it: at home, at work, in my sleep, for fuck’s sake. Since I’d met her, I couldn’t shake her, or get her smell out of my nostrils, her laugh out of my mind. I laughed—hard and cynical. I’d tried.
My gut instinct told me that in spite of her tough and sometimes aloof exterior, she would bend to my bidding in the bedroom. The harder the nut was to crack, the more I wanted to assert my dominance over it. I wanted Eva to yield to me. She was the one woman I hadn’t been able to fathom, the one who challenges all my senses.
I had to have her.
Over the years the craving to dominate had grown stronger. Most men with such tendencies found a submissive and trained her to their way, to serve their every need. But that would’ve meant commitment on some level; a kind of permanence I wasn’t ready for.