Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

It’s not enough. I go dark, only conscious of the muscle I’m pounding like meat I mean to tenderize.

“Ease up, Wizard. Unless you plan on making him disappear, he’s done.”

Stone’s voice pulls me back from the edge, the way it has for years. I blink and peer down at the mess of a limp man who is barely recognizable. The grudge still holds. I could discount my instincts, but they’ve never led me astray so far. Eventually, he’ll show his true colors and I’ll be there to take our cut back.

I grunt and spit on the floor. “Let this be a warning to anyone who thinks Nevada is fair game or has a man who likes to share. I keep things that are mine to myself.” I spin on my heels and walk to the door, letting them take from the statement what they want. I never wanted an old lady. It’s a lot of responsibility and trust. You’re responsible for their actions and protection. Although, I can’t say I mind with Nevy. She’s a good girl who knows her place and this lifestyle. She’d do any man proud as his old lady.

Guilt gnaws at what remains of my conscience. She’s stuck with me. The fresh air revives me and cools down the heat rolling off my body. I’m covered with a thick layer of sweat. My T-shirt adheres to my back under my cut and my hair is plastered to my forehead. Glancing down at my swollen knuckles I see they’re stained red. I wipe the blood on my jeans and enter the clubhouse, making a beeline for Nevada.

She stands from her seat.

“You ready to move your shit into my place?”

“Now?” Her green eyes are wide.

I pause as I find the specs of gold hidden in their depths. “You waiting on something?” I ask.

“N-no. I’m ready, but my car’s still there.”

“You’ll ride back with me. Prospects will do whatever you tell them to do. I want you out of that place and getting settled within the hour while Fuse is otherwise occupied.”

“Okay, let’s do it then. Umm…you might want to change first, though. Unless you want people thinking you

murdered someone.”

I glance down at my blood-splattered shirt. I’m so on edge, I’m making careless mistakes. That needs to stop now. I clench my jaw. Not even a day into this and she’s throwing me off my game. “Good call. I’ll meet you with the moving crew back here in about ten.”

“Okay.”

I turn, and she grabs my arm. I flex my muscle and look down at her.

“Thank you, Wizard.”

The sincerity cools my anger. She’s grateful to me. Like she didn’t get the raw end of this deal. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that after you live with me for a while. You know I expect you to play the role of old lady, right?”

She freezes. Her body trembles.

“Not like that, Nevy. I don’t need to force a woman to have sex with me.”

She ducks her head. “I-I didn’t think you would.”

The waver in her voice guts me. This fucker rocked her world today. “I get that you’re rattled, but I’m the same Wizard who’s always had your back. You understand?” Grabbing her chin I force her to meet my gaze. “You feel me?”

“Yeah, I feel you, Wizard.”

Her apprehension recedes and I let her go. “I need you to trust I’m going to take care of you. No second guessing me.”

“I know you will. I just… I didn’t want you pushed into this.”

“I chose this. No one makes me do shit I don’t want to, so end that pity party. You’re going to be providing me with what I need, and now you can come and go as you please. Easy solution.”

“Yeah, okay.” She gazes up at me and smiles.

I like seeing her happy. It makes me feel capable of bringing something other than pain and misery. Satisfied, I release her and walk to my room. In the span of six hours, my entire life has been changed.

Chapter Two

I feel like I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole as I wander the two-story, red brick house. People think bikers live at the clubhouse and give all of our income to illegal gigs. That’s ridiculous, exaggerated television bullshit. We have nice homes and full-time jobs. Wizard has been in for so long, his place is bigger than most. The house looks like it should belong to a family, not one man. It reminds me of a model people show as an example of what you can buy.