Live Free (Lords of Mayhem 3)

“I can keep a secret,” she said.

“Good. Let’s go.” He strode in front of her while adjusting the bulge in his pants. She had a bad girl inside her waiting to get out. Leave it to me to get stuck with a naughty accountant. He snickered. Naughty accountant, sounds like a porn.

Ten minutes later, they were inside the compound and when they reached the club entrance, he paused. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Well, we can’t hide in the house the whole time I’m with you.”

“Aright, remember I warned you.” Rocky pushed the door open as the smell of beers and sex reached him. He heard her gasp and glanced over to the right where some of his brothers were doing lines of coke off a brunette’s rack. He turned to see Evonne wide eyed and slack jawed. “This is how we roll, sweetheart. You ready to pack it in?”

“No.” She shook her head.

Stubborn ass. He shrugged. Blissful cries assaulted his ear as he weaved his way through the crowd.

“What the fuck, Rock?” Crazy hissed from his position perched on a stool at the bar.

“Hey, she’s cool. She knows the rules. And seeing as how the two of us are glued at the hip ‘til shit blows over, I think it’s cool as fuck she’s willing to come here and kick it,” he said, daring Crazy to say something.

Crazy mean-mugged her. “Just keep your fucking trap shut.”

“Seems like you’re the one who runs off at the mouth every time I see you,” Evonne retorted.

Crazy looked stunned and his jaw went slack.

Rocky tossed his head back and laughed. “Damn, brother, she’s got a point there. Ease up, Firecracker. Crazy has his name for a reason.”

Evonne shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

“All right, you might not have the stick up your ass I assumed you did,” Crazy muttered.

“I’m not usually a bitch. You kind of caught me at a bad time,” Evonne replied, quickly making peace. He guessed she didn’t earn that big-ass client list by misreading people. Her easy management of the surly brother was actually impressive. She held out her hand. “Truce.”

Crazy made a fist. “Truce, pound it.”

She complied and Rocky shook his head. Unbelievable. “Hey, Summer, can I get a whiskey straight up and…Firecracker, you’re drinking?”

“Just soda, water, whatever’s cold. I’m not picky.”

“You got it.” Summer spun around, giving him a nice view of her ass in the tiny black booty shorts she wore with a pair of high-top Converses. Relatively new to the fold, she’d been acquired to settle a blood debt. Her honey-brown hair gave her light-brown skin and blue eyes an exotic flare. She returned with their drinks a few minutes later.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Summer, come here and give me a refill,” Smoother yelled.

“Duty calls.” Summer tapped the bar beside Evonne. “But let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

“Okay.” Evonne smiled and Rocky could see the surprise in her eyes.

Women often mislabeled the females who lived in this life. Truth was, each and every one of them, male and female, came from different walks of life. The club offered each one of them something, and they stayed for a variety of reasons. The only stable and accepting family he’d ever known. Mayhem would always be top priority. Who else could offer him that unfailing devotion? His own mother couldn’t.

“She’s nice,” Evonne noted.

“You sound surprised.” He took a sip of the whiskey, enjoying the way it burned down his throat and warmed his belly.

“Kind of am.” Evonne tilted her head. “I’m not sure what I expected, honestly.”

“Ain’t like the movies, Firecracker. We’re people with different personalities, motivations and attitudes. Same as everyone else.”