Page 28 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
“Strip clubs?” I asked.
“The Devil Saints have this thing call pop-up clubs. They are usually in the back of their bars, and inside anything goes. I’ve heard stories of men rushing the fucking stage and raping those women right there on the fucking floor.”
“Are you serious?” I asked. “Can you prove any of this shit?”
“Not the kind of proof you need that keeps me from being a fucking rat.”
“Shit,” I said.
“They’re the bad ones. Not us. We have morals.”
“A motorcycle club with morals?”
“We don’t sell our women, we protect our kids, we nurture our families, and we keep our nose to the ground. We’re not like The Devil Saints. Nowhere near it,” he said.
“Do you guys run drugs as well?”
Jace fell silent, and I turned myself around in his arms. I straddled his lap, feeling his cock twitch right back to life. He sucked in a short hiss of air through his teeth as I ground down into his hips.
“Do you, The Road Rebels, run drugs?” I asked again.
“That’s a hell of interrogation tactic you got there, Laiken. You use that on people all the time?”
I grinned before I rolled into his hips again.
“Yes,” he said with a grunt. “But we don’t do the really hard shit.”
“So not any heroin,” I said.
“So you do know a bit about us,” he said.
“Rumors and chatter. Nothing that can be proven,” I said. “You’re welcome for the tidbit, by the way.”
“Can I have the main course now?”
He grabbed onto my hips and situated his cock at my entrance.
“Not so fast,” I said. “I’m not done.”
“Shit. What, Laiken?”
I looked into Jace’s eyes before they fell to his chest. I had always admired his tattoos, but there were a couple on his arms I didn’t recognize. One was a wrap-around bicep tattoo. Something in Latin or some shit. But the one that caught my eye brought me back to reality.
It was a tattoo of The Road Rebels logo, along with his club-given name.
“Laiken? What’s wrong?” Jace asked.
“Sorry,” I said. “I have to go.”
I slid from his lap before his hands had the chance to clamp me to my spot. I gathered up my clothes, jumping into them and trying to piece myself together. I had fucking work to do. I had a captain I had to report to. I had to somehow erase the bullshit that had taken place over the course of today and walk in like I didn’t have a damn connection to one of the fucking motorcycle clubs we were investigating.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Laiken. Slow the fuck down.”
“How am I supposed to feel?” I asked.
“I was hoping ready to fuck me again,” Jace said. “Now slow down and tell me what the hell happened.”
I turned towards him and took in his naked body. His chiseled abs were shining in the sun streaming through the window. His cock was swinging log between his legs, ready for another round at the drop of a damn hat. The veins in his arms were throbbing, and the muscles in his legs were twitching. Holy fuck, this man was the finest slice of marble I’d ever carved my fingers through.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality.
“I’m not going to bring you in,” I said as I hooked my belt around my body. “But I just need time to sort through all this.”
“You can do that here. I can cook us some dinner, you can call in sick-”
“You don’t get to make decisions on my fucking career, Jace. You hear me?”
I lowered my finger as his eyes settled onto my face.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, all right? If you need time and space to think, I get it. It’s a lot to digest.”
“Fucking right, it is,” I said.
“Just… let me know when you get to wherever you’re going.”
“You worried about me or some shit?” I asked.
“Always.”
I turned my head to take him in one last time. His rock hard chest and his dazzling brown eyes. That short, trimmed up beard that felt so good against my skin and those lips that had uttered the words I had longed to for years.
“And put some fucking clothes on,” I said.
He grinned at me as I reached for his door.
“Yes, officer.”
Chapter 25
Snake
I watched Laiken walk out the door before I dug out my damn cell phone. I needed to call Mac. This shit couldn’t go on any longer, and they needed to know. They needed to know about Laiken and I and about the bit of information I could get out of her before she left.
They were gonna be pissed and had the right to vote me out of the club, but I was hoping to talk them into an idea that could solve all this shit for us.
I texted Mac and told him we needed to call church again. He was calling my phone before I could get it back in my pocket, but I didn’t care. He had the text message, and I was ready to sit down and talk with all of them. We needed to figure out how the hell we were gonna distance ourselves from all this shit before things spiraled way out of control.
I locked up the house and headed back to the shop. The sun was beginning to set, and it cast a warm glow over the streets. It was my favorite time of day to ride. When the sun wasn’t high enough to singe my leather, but it wasn’t low enough to force me to turn my lights on. It was relaxing for me, and it made sense that I would be driving through this time of day before looking my men in the face and telling them I was in love with a fucking cop.
Shit. This was all gonna explode like a damn gas tank in a fire.
I pulled up to the shop and saw all the guys gathered out front. They had their arms crossed over their chests like I was some sort of fugitive being harbored. I pushed through all of them and led the way into the shop, but the door didn’t even close before I was hit with my first question.
“What the fuck is this about?” Fox asked.
“Your eye still hurt?” I asked.
“We’re serious. You come in here and fuck everything up, leave again for the day, and come back saying you’ve got information for us. Now spit it out,” Hawk said.
“I want you guys to remember what exactly you did for Hawk before I get into my story,” I said.
“Oh, shit. Another fucking woman,” Mac said.
“Hey. Syd’s not just some ‘fucking woman,’” Hawk groundout. “She’s special to all of us.”
“Yeah, well. Her being special also got her, and your daughter wrapped up into this shit,” I said.
“I’m protecting my family, Snake,” Hawk said as he got up in my face. “And what are you doing? Betraying us!” Fox said.
“I’m not betraying anyone! Now sit the fuck down, or I’m gone along with my information,” I said.
“She must be a hell of a woman if you’re bucking up against me,” Mac said.
“She is,” I said as I turned towards him. “Just… listen okay?”
