Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“I was outside, smoking a cigarette.”
“That doesn’t mean shit.”
“He didn’t let you go first, either, when you got to the door, even though he had never been there before.”
“I didn’t need him to hold the door for me.”
“Just saying, I would have opened the door for you.”
She had seen Calder around the club with different bitches. She had also seen him being nice to them. She couldn’t see him roofieing any of them, either. Even at the height of his drug use, he had never even offered her a joint.
“So, why does Stud think Rider is a pussy?” All the bitches had fantasies about The Last Riders.
“He said that, when they were searching for Raul, all he wanted to do was go home to make sure the women were safe and Shade wouldn’t let him. Everyone knows that you keep your strongest man to protect the clubhouse and the women. Stud said that he whined the whole time to go back.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s not enough?”
“Have you seen Rider through a woman’s point of view?”
“I can’t say I have.”
“He’s sexy as fuck. He may not be Shade’s choice of watching the women because he didn’t want to leave the fox watching the hen house.”
She slapped her hand down on the bar, laughing at Calder’s expression. Then she sobered when she saw Dozer carrying in the case of beer. The brothers moved closer to the bar, calling out to him to hand them one. Nearly squished, she started to snap at Looney when he almost elbowed her in the jaw while trying to reach for one.
Before she could, Calder swiveled on his bar stool, his arm going around her waist to pull her snugly between his thighs. With his other hand, he took the beer from Dozer’s hand, giving it to her.
“Want me to open it for you? I wouldn’t want you to break a nail.”
“I got it.” She twisted the top off as the other brothers emptied the case before she could take her first sip. “Fuckers, have five other brands to choose from, yet they always finish mine off first.”
“You want one, Calder?” Dozer asked, the last one in his hand.
“Give me a Bud. Put that one in the cooler for Crazy Bitch for later.”
When the brothers moved away with their beers, she jerked away. “You trying to prove you’re nicer than Sam? Don’t bother. I didn’t break up with him because he didn’t hold the door open for me.”
“Why did you break up with him?”
“When I want you to know my business, I’ll tell you.” Dismissing him when she saw Greer Porter coming in the door, she grabbed her beer and returned to the table where The Last Riders and her crew were sitting.
The man arrogantly ignored that he was the center of everyone’s attention. “Why did you need to see me in such a hurry? If you’re wanting product”—his eyes went from Shade to Knox and Diamond—“I don’t sell anymore.”
Greer worked part-time as a deputy sheriff. His wife, Holly, was BFFs with Diamond. Diamond had told them that Holly had put a stop to Greer’s pot selling, which no one believed he had done, except Diamond and Holly. Stud regularly bought from Greer once a month.
“Holly told Diamond that you’re an expert at hiding your stash. Knox said the same thing; that the state police have given up trying to find your plants or your stock.”
“The police can’t find their ass with their own two hands.” He disdainfully sniffed. “But I do take after my pa, and the feds could never catch him moonshining.”
“Have a seat, Greer. We want to ask a favor from you. Knox, get Greer a beer.” Viper motioned for Greer to take a chair that one of the brothers had positioned at Viper’s side.
Greer distrustfully stared at everyone who was staring back at him. “I ain’t gonna kill anyone.”
Viper leaned back so Knox could set the beer down in front of him.
“Not that I would mind, but Holly wouldn’t be happy. I got a kid on the way, and I can’t raise it from prison.”
“We don’t want you to kill anyone. The Destructors and The Last Riders have decided to bet on who has the best club.”
“You want me to referee? I’m down with that.”
“No, we’re not going to fight it out. We want you to hide my jacket, Stud’s for the Destructors, and Calder’s for the Blue Horsemen. We’re each putting in keys to a motorcycle.”
“Be easier to fight it out.”
“Dude, what are you getting at? This way, no one gets hurt and we can remain friends.” Killyama looked like she was about to break Greer’s beer bottle over his head.
“Sounds like a pussy way to find out.”
Viper and Stud gave everyone warning looks to keep some of the brothers from beating the bastard to a pulp.