Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

I usher Alba out the door pausing just long enough to look back at him. “You know, Lee. How about you get off your ass and go find a job. Mom may not want to see it, but I know where all the money is going.”

I’ve heard enough gossip in the checkout line to know he’s been seen with some shady people in town.

The little smirk he was just wearing turns into a scowl.

I shut the door and head to my car. My sister has a look of concern as I climb in. “Nothing to worry about,” I tell her, starting the car, and pull into the road.

We’re about two blocks from the high school when Alba speaks up.

“Bella?”

Reaching over, I turn the radio down.

“Lee gives me the creeps, the way he stares at us.”

“Yeah, he makes my skin crawl too, but hopefully in a few more months I can afford a small apartment, and we won’t have to worry about him anymore. I wish Mom would stand up to his bullshit, and dump his ass.”

“Me too,” she agrees.

I’m sitting at the traffic light when a motorcycle pulls up beside me in the other lane, followed by at least five others behind him.

I can’t take my eyes off the lead biker. Damn, he’s hot.

I don’t realize I’m staring so hard until my sister breaks the spell.

“Oh my god, Bella. You’re totally perving on that biker over there!” She laughs, “And is that drool?”

“Girl, look at that! Hell yes, I’m perving!” I turn my head to catch one more look at him, and just my luck he catches me.

His lips turned up just enough, letting me know he caught me checking him out.

I shyly smile to hide my embarrassment as they all r

ev up and ride away.

CHAPTER THREE

Logan

Friday night after I’m done closing the garage I head over to Kings Ink, the other business we run in town, right across the street from the shop.

I need to finish the sleeve on my left arm. Gabriel, our enforcer, runs the place. He’s also the best artist in Montana. He has people come from all over the state wanting him to work on them, but no matter how busy he is, he always makes time for his brothers.

Gabriel and I prospected together when I was eighteen and he was nineteen. I remember the first time I met him. I had just turned eighteen and was prospecting when Jake took a trip to Florida to visit his mom. When he pulled up to the compound, after being gone a week, he had some guy with him. The only explanation he offered was, ‘this is Gabriel, he’s the new prospect,’ and for me to show him how things worked.

My first impression was he’s going to fit right the fuck in. Our club is full of big, crazy lookin’ motherfuckers and Gabriel was a big motherfucker.

Hell, I stand at six-foot-two. He stands at least six-foot-four, with short black hair, eyes so dark they look almost black, and what looks to be a permanent scowl on his face. I wasn’t so sure I was looking forward to hangin’ with him, but as time went on Gabriel slowly started opening up.

After weeks of grunts and one-word answers, he started talking to me, telling me about his past and how he met Jake.

Jake met Gabriel after watching him rob a gas station. While pumping his gas, he watched the whole thing happen. After, Gabriel jumped into his car and took off. Jake followed him to some shit motel about five miles from the place.

Prez being the crazy motherfucker that he is, just walked right up to that motel door and knocked.

Gabriel opened the door to the motel, gun drawn.

“No need for that, son.” Is what Jake had said to him.