Holiday Havoc (Reckless Bastards MC 7)

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Jag

“Yo, Jag, did your girl find anything yet? It’s been a few days and she hasn’t said anything.” Cross called out to me across the game room where a few of the guys had gathered, mostly to take a moment away from the serious shit of the past few days.

The women had been incredibly emotional after Katrina’s body rolled into the compound. Some, like Vivi and Teddy had been more pissed and ready to kick some ass in their own right. I turned as Cross made his way to me. “Nah, man, I haven’t heard a thing about it from her, but I’m headed to the camper right now.” Vivi had been especially tight-lipped for the past few days but she’d been up late. Working. On what? I hadn’t a clue.

“Find out and tell her time is a factor.”

“She knows,” I assured the Prez. “I’ll get back with you soon,” I promised.

“Good. And make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” I nodded and bit back a smile because I knew Cross didn’t mean it the way it sounded, just that Vivi could be a bit impulsive and spontaneous. She never waited for the club’s input when she thought she had a good idea.

“Got it.” Cross clapped me on the back with a smile on his face as Moon and Beau walked through the front doors. I made my way to the camper, pulling the door open just as Peaches was getting ready to leave. “Hey Peaches. You ladies stirring up trouble?”

“Don’t you know it, Jag. Problem?”

I nodded and held the door open for her. “Yeah. I’m pissed I wasn’t invited along for the trouble.”

Peaches laughed and Vivi joined in from somewhere inside the camper. “Yeah right,” she called out. “My little Boy Scout doesn’t do trouble.”

Peaches and I exchanged a look before she jogged down the three steps and brushed past me. “Catch you lovebirds later.”

Vivi finally emerged, standing in the doorway looking hot as hell in black leather pants and a thin white tee shirt that clung only to her gorgeous tits. “What are you gonna do, hole up in your room for the rest of the night?”

Peaches shrugged. “Maybe. What the hell else am I gonna do?”

“Gunnar was giving you the eye,” Vivi said with a knowing grin.

“Yeah, the stink eye. That guy hates me and thinks I’m gonna run off with his kid so yeah, I think I’ll stay in my room until it’s time to blow this joint.”

“You’re leaving?” Vivi looked distraught, a word I never would have ever attributed to her, at the thought of her friend leaving. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, maybe back east or maybe I’ll head to California. We’ll see where the wind takes me.”

Vivi crossed her arms and stared at her friend. “What’s wrong with Vegas? Mayhem is pretty damn cool.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Liar.” Vivi stepped down and got in Peaches’ face. “Stay for the next few months and if you still hate it, I’ll help you find a place and I’ll come with you and set it all up.” They engaged in a tense stand-off and I wasn’t sure if it would end in a catfight or a make out session. Either would have been all right by me.

“Fine. Three months and no more.”

Vivi grinned. “Perfect. Three months starting after we fuck up this cartel.”

Peaches wanted to argue, it was written all over her face from the pinch of h

er bright lips to the way the skin between her eyebrows bunched up with annoyance. “Fine. But as soon as this is over, I get the camper.”

“Deal!” I cut in because as soon as we were off lockdown Vivi was moving in with me. Without a fucking doubt.

Vivi and Peaches both turned to look at me, one with a question in her eyes and the other, a smile. “Oh yeah?” That was Vivi with a slinky look that made my cock twitch.

“Damn straight,” I told them. “Cross wants to know what you got on Salinas?”

Peaches’ eyebrows went up and disappeared behind her mane of curls and she took a step back. And then another. “What? I hear someone calling me, I’ll uh, talk to you kids later.”

“Vivi, is there something you want to tell me?”

“You look so handsome in that shirt.” She traced a finger down the middle of my chest, tucking the tip inside my waistband. “So, so hot.”