Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

After dealing with the flat tire, getting a ride from a buddy into town, procuring a new tire, and then heading back out to the motorcycle, I’d found the goddamn thing twisted like a pretzel and an elderly lady looking at it from her Cadi like she couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it.

That was one of the problems with riding motorcycles, though. They were just hard to see.

Though, this one had its flashers on way off the road, so honest to God, she had no reason to smash into it.

So, after having it towed to the impound yard and getting an insurance collector to take a look at it, I’d gone home to get my spare bike and had started my day at least four hours later than I’d intended.

Needless to say, when I’d arrived at the bar, way later than usual, the last thing I wanted to do was deal with bullshit.

But that was what I saw the moment that I breached the door.

Bullshit.

I’d gone on a couple of dates with the woman that was currently standing in front of me with pleading eyes.

She wasn’t my girlfriend, no matter how badly she wanted to be, or Six wanted her to be.

In fact, I was still trying to decide if I liked her enough to have sex with her.

She struck me as an entanglement that I didn’t want to have any part of.

She also struck me as the type to accidentally get pregnant and say, ‘Oh, no! Whoops! Now you have to marry me.’

Well, honestly, I was glad to have a reason not to have anything to do with her now.

It would get Six off my back for a while, and it would also mean that I could get my pleasures… elsewhere.

Like the leggy dark-haired brunette at the table next to us going to town on some chicken wings and beer.

The one with the mouth who’d written me off with a resounding ‘no’ when Six had messaged her in hopes of us ‘hooking up’ on the dating website.

Seeing her in person, I knew that I would need to make a bit more of an effort to get her to change her mind.

Because there was just something about her…

“Bruno, won’t you talk to me?”

I’d rather talk to the voices in my head.

Eye twitching, I peeled my eyes away from Belle at the next table to see the reason for my upcoming headache staring at me with sadness in her eyes.

Sadness that she had no reason directing at me since I wasn’t the one that was all lovey-dovey with another man when I walked in.

And, just sayin’, but she said that she was ‘goin’ out with the girls tonight.’

That man was most certainly not a girl.

“I haven’t seen Benji in a very long time,” Briana promised. “It was just a friendly hug.”

“Sure, a friendly hug where you suck his tongue into your mouth,” Belle offered. “You know, you’re kind of blocking my light, and it’s really hard to see the words on the page. Do you mind stepping back far enough that there aren’t shadows? Since, you know, you aren’t leaving?”

Again, the way she delivered the punches, even verbal ones, were making my heart lighten with each word that came out of her mouth.

Benji, startled by her words, automatically took a step back, which put him closer to Briana.

Briana looked at him, tensed, and then took a step away from him as if she was worried.

I just rolled my eyes.