She shouldn’t have been at the bar. She was under-age; she had no business being there that night. I knew she was chasing me around like a little lost puppy and while it was cute, I made it clear that nothing would ever happen between us. She was—hell she still is—just too damn young. Instead of taking my rejection like the adult she claimed to be, she went outside with that slimy motherfucker and ruined all our lives.
My head is a dull roar even after the shower. I slip my shades on and get on my girl, without looking at Crush. I rub my hand over my stubby hair that’s growing out.
My girl is a sleek black, Fatboy, Soft tail. She’s smooth and shines like wet pussy and rides low with twin pipes. She holds me close, her fat wheels grip the road better than any bike I’ve ever had. She’s weighted perfect, just a slight movement by me and she knows where to go. She purrs when we ride and growls when I’m stuck in traffic or a light.
She’s the only woman I need for sure and a fuck of a lot less headache than any bitch I’ve been mixed up with. Definitely less aggravation than that damn red-head who just ran off with Bull.
“I still don’t know why the fuck I have to go to the club. I told you pricks that I’m not doing this shit anymore.”
“Dragon wants you at the club and if I have to drag your fucking ass there, I’ll do it.”
“Like you could.”
“Don’t fuckin’ try me, Dance,” Crusher responds.
I ignore him and start my girl. I’ll answer Drag’s summons and that’s it. I’m tired and I’m not getting into this shit anymore. The club was a life I had. A life from when I was a different person. I am not that person anymore. I never will be again.
We pull into the club about twenty minutes later. I look around the parking area, but I don’t see Bull’s piece of shit Triumph anywhere. I write off the disappointment of him and Carrie not being here as stupidity—caused by my hangover. I follow Crusher inside, refusing to ask where Bull is. It’s not my business, but how fucked up is it that my club has brought in the woman who has caused me so much misery? She’s nothing to them.
“Hey, Dance! Good to see you man!” Frog calls out as I walk through the door. He’s talking to one of the newer members.
What was it Drag had said his name was? Fuck, not like I care anyway.
I nod my head in response and let my eyes adjust to the dim light of the room.
Dragon is in the back at his usual table. He has Nicole in his lap and he’s biting on her neck, whispering in her ear and he’s smiling. It’s weird to see my brother smiling. I’ve known Dragon a long ass time and up until this woman came into his life, I’m not sure I had ever seen him smile. I sure as fuck hadn’t heard him laughing before, like he is right now.
I’ve met Nicole a few times, she came with Dragon the day I got released and they took me out of hell (that’s the best way to describe prison. It is hell). She was okay I guess. I never really bothered to find out. Still, seeing my brother like this, I’d have to say she must have a gold snatch. That’s the only reason I can come up with as to why he would keep a ho’ around permanently.
“Yo,” I growl, letting Dragon know by the tone of my voice that I’m not happy with my summons.
Dragon looks up at me. His hand freezes on Nicole’s breast and even I will admit the large globe would make a man beg for more. It fills my brother’s hand and then some and the large nipple is dark through her white shirt. Oddly, I think of how Carrie’s are much smaller, but they’d be perfect in my hand…I feel my dick jerk in reaction.
“Dance, you look at my woman’s tit another minute and you and me got problems.”
“You’re the one playing with it for the world to enjoy,” I respond.
Shit if he doesn’t want other men to notice he needs to lock it up in his room, pious bastard.
“Mama, can you…”
“I’m gone, sweetheart. Six and Crush are taking me, Dani, and Lips to visit Carrie anyway,” she says. Her voice is soft and loving and it amazes me that someone like that could be so wrapped up in my hard ass brother.
She gets up to leave and Dragon stops her.
“Be safe, Mama. Make sure you do what Crush and Six tells you,” he orders, pulling her back to him. “Mine.”
When the kiss is finished I hear her whisper, “Forever.”
She turns and walks by me, giving me a slight nod. It is my brother though that draws my attention. He has the biggest fucking smile on his face I think I have ever seen.
He waits until Nicole gets to the bar and then calls out, “Hey, Mama?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Going to spank that ass later, don’t think I didn’t notice you’re wearing those damned boots.”
“I was counting on it, Dragon,” she laughs.
Crusher follows her out of the room, yelling back out over his shoulder, “Lucky Bastard.”
Dragon’s eyes follow his woman until she leaves the room and then the easy going look on his face disappears. He kicks the seat out at the table across from him.
“Sit.”
I rub my hand over my face. Fuck, this might be worse than I imagined. I take a seat though. There aren’t many men I’d follow orders from. Dragon is one, and probably the only one.