Smokey (Hell's Bastards MC 2)

“Yeah, I can do that, babe.” He tugged her down and kissed her lips.

She gave a chuckle. “I’ll see you later?”

“We’ll see.”

She smiled at him and turned on her heel to leave. He watched her go, fucking curious about this woman.

Ava was sweet and kind, and yet, at the same time, she was so much more. He ran a hand down his face as he heard the door close. He got to his feet, headed to the window, and watched as she pulled out of the drive to go into town.

What was it about her?

Why was she so different?

He hadn’t known about the relationship she had with her parents. That kind of shit was never talked about in black and white. He did know her father invested in stocks and shares. So much so that Ava didn’t need to work ever again. From his digging, he’d also discovered she rarely used the money her parents had left her.

She had someone occasionally invest back into the market, and so far, she’d gotten a massive return. Yet, she lived modestly. A small house. A used car.

The only real luxury was her bakery, which she didn’t need because she was set up for life.

Some of the women back at the clubhouse would be drooling for the money she had. Yet, when it came to the club, she never pushed. All she wanted from him was his trust.

He didn’t buy it, but until he’d gotten her from under his skin, he was going to keep on using her pussy.

Alone in her home, he started to look through her stuff. Opening drawers, trying to find anything that would give way to the woman he was fucking.

There was nothing. There were receipts in her office. All pertaining to her business. Some warranties on stuff she bought. Everything was all neatly packed away. Her books were organized by title, he noted.

Her kitchen was probably the most lived-in part of the house. He opened cupboards and they were cluttered, but he realized they were in an organized kind of mess. She had a baking cupboard, which spread into three of the kitchen.

Two drawers were for spices. She had a separate pantry with tinned goods, pasta, rice, and other shit he’d never heard of.

His woman seemed pretty damn genuine, and that fucking baffled him.

Ryan had said that the head of the Twisted Bastards MC was going to meet someone at his bar. That was it. Since then, Smokey had been trying to figure out who it was.

Who better to infiltrate the Hell’s Bastards MC than a woman who was completely different and would stand out to him?

He wasn’t used to picking women up in a bar, certainly not a civilian.

His cell phone rang, and he took Hunter’s call. “Talk to me.”

“Ryan’s done a runner,” Hunter said. “All his shit is cleared out. Our guy gave me the heads-up that nearly ten grand was deposited into his account last night.”

Smokey cursed. “Where was our prospect?” He rubbed at his temple. “Fucking Hanson. Where was he?”

“He’s in the hospital. He was stabbed three times in the chest. He’s holding on.”

“Fuck!” Smokey clenched his hand into a fist. Hanson was nineteen years old and had come to them the day he’d graduated. All he wanted was to be a brother, a fully patched-in member.

The kid was loyal. A little slow at times, but one of the meanest motherfuckers he’d ever seen, and considering Hanson’s age, that was a compliment. The kid had a lot of rage, but it was directed at their enemies. The boy knew a lot about controlling his temper.

“Ryan didn’t pack everything. We’ve got some pictures here. You might want to come and take a look.”

“I’m on it.” Smokey hung up the call. He’d spent all night enjoying Ava’s pussy, and now he was pissed off.

Leaving her house, he locked it up and kept the key. He went to his bike, straddled his trusty machine, and took off, heading toward the bar. Ryan lived directly above it.

The ride was quick and with it, his temper went to an all-time high.

Kinky was outside smoking a joint as he arrived. “Hunter’s inside.”

He headed to the back of the bar, following the stairs that led up to the office.

Hunter sported a black eye and a split lip. “Do I want to know what the fuck that is?”

“If you want to know what happened to the guy who gave it to me, he’s pissing blood.”

“Why?”

“He came home early as I was fucking his hot wife. He didn’t take too kindly to me breaking in her ass virginity, or whatever kids are calling it these days.”

“You’ve got to stop chasing married women,” Smokey said. One day, he was going to get a call to tell him someone had killed his VP. The dude just couldn’t keep his hands off married women.