The rest of the girls had gone inside, but I was instructed to wait.
I heard the thundering growl of a motorcycle and saw Rocco and Gunner riding up the road. They pulled into the parking lot and blocked me in. Not like I had the choice to actually get out of there. As they climbed off their motorcycles, my heart started to pound. These men were nothing to mess with. The allure of them from afar was one thing - seeing them as these big, giant outlaws who could break the law and then break your heart. That was kind of like a wild fantasy. But the second they got their teeth into you, you were screwed.
“You know what to do?” Gunner asked me.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Don’t fuck this thing up,” Rocco said. “We need to get our revenge on those pricks. They won’t see it coming. They won’t know it’s us. They’ll assume and it’ll give us time for a real attack.”
I swallowed hard. “I should get inside.”
“You look nervous,” Gunner said.
“I am nervous.”
“Why?” Rocco asked.
“Why? Are you serious? I’ve never killed anyone before.”
Gunner grinned and he reached for my hand. “Well, sweetie, there’s a first time for everything.”
five.
(trent)
Who the hell is that?
That was my first thought when I saw the woman standing next to her car. It was instantly clear she was nervous, and waiting for someone to meet up with her. I had taken the frontline on this, hiding right across the street, waiting for the right time to come across and kick up some hell. Duke was already inside, probably at a table, counting up some cash. A trained war veteran, he knew how to keep a straight face and to focus on what needed to be done. That meant putting all his trust into me to keep his ass alive.
Trev, Jasper, and Cash were about a mile away, ready to ride and fight if I needed them.
But complete focus was on the woman across the street. I had a pair of binoculars with me and hell yeah I used them to check her out. When she turned her head, I caught myself grinning a little. Her face was perfect, beautiful, looking like she had soft skin. Her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her shoulders were exposed thanks to a skimpy top she wore. And, shit, her tits were so full, pushing out of the top of her shirt. I paused there for a little bit, admiring. Come on - you show them, I’m going to look at them.
As I kept climbing down her body, I saw the hint of skin where her shirt ended. The wide curve of her hips, making my hands tense up because that was the spot I’d be holding onto as I pulled her tighter against my cock.
I claimed her right then with my eyes.
She dressed similar to the other women that had gone into the building. They were the ones that served drinks, flirted, laughed, and kept everyone happy and playing cards. The gambling thing was generally non-violent and a way for some of the richest guys around to hang with outlaws and bet cash. If they weren’t gambling, they were throwing money down on illegal underground fights.
When she touched the bottom of her shirt and tugged at it, it made my dick stir. She didn’t want to be dressed like this. She didn’t want to be exposed. She then bit her lip and looked right at me. Of course she couldn’t see me, but I could see her. Nice little lips, an almost button-like nose, and really pretty eyes. A light brown color that almost had an amber tone to it against the sunlight.
Now I had a second objective for the night. Make sure I save Duke’s ass. And make sure I had this woman’s ass.
**
Rocco and Gunner.
“Shit,” I whispered as I saw the motorcycle pull into the lot.
I got up on my knees and grabbed my gun. I feared perhaps an instant ambush on Duke. Fuck. They could just kick in the door and start shooting. Blast the hell out of Duke before the games even really got going.
I wondered if I had taken too much time eye-fucking the beauty standing at her car.
It meant I would have to conduct my own ambush.
If I crossed the street, there was only one choice. I would have to kill the President and VP of Night Soul MC. It may not have sounded like a daunting task, right? It was just bullets. One in each of the back of their heads and they would be dead. The problem was that I didn’t have authority to take out a President or a VP of another club. And if I did, I’d be in deep shit with my club. Honestly? I didn’t give a fuck about that. They could chain me up and gut me for all I care. The real problem was that if I took these two out, it would open the doors for a war nobody wanted to see. Night Soul would come right to Daurian and the blood would spill fast and plenty.
I ended up crouched, on my feet, wondering what to do. If I called Trev, it wouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t have enough time to get here to do anything.
I needed to take action.
As I inched up, I saw Rocco reach out and touch the woman.
That set me off even more.
Who the fuck is this woman?
Maybe she was Rocco’s old lady.