One Wild Ride (Lords of Mayhem 2)

Home showered, and about to turn in. Something strange happened at the club. I wanted you to hear it from me first. The phone rang, and she cringed. “Hello?”

“What’s going on, Joey?”

“I picked up an admirer in the club, which wouldn’t be worth mentioning, except he had a cut.”

“What?” The word sounded clipped. “Did you tell him you were taken?”

“Yeah, more than once. Told him he didn’t fly the right colors too.”

“And the douche bag kept pressing the issue?” Moose’s voice lowered.

“Even asked me if I was an old lady. He wouldn’t leave me alone until I told him my name.”

“Son of a bitch.” A thud came over the phone line. “Who was this asshole and what was his M.C.?”

“I didn’t see the back of his vest. But the patch said Snubs.”

“Shit. I don’t even like the sound of that. Did you see colors?”

“Black and yellow, I think.” Silence fell between them. “Moose.”

“Jo-Jo, are you sure it was black and yellow?”

The concern in his voice made her stomach ache. “Yes. What’s going on, Moose?”

“The only M.C. in the area with those colors is the Crazy Eights. That’s hardcore one-percenter territory. They do their thing, and we do ours, respectfully keeping our noses the fuck out of their business. Did you catch his title?”

“No.” Her voice shook.

“Was he with his crew?”

“I don’t know. I only saw him.”

“Okay, probably a brother out for a good time and looking to score. Did you tell him I was with Mayhem?”

“No.” Because I didn’t want to turn this into a battle. “I didn’t want to give him that much. I figured he’d get the picture and step off, which he did after I told him my name.”

“That shit’s weird,” Moose spoke low.

“I figured dude had one too many.”

“Maybe. If you see him again anywhere, I need to know immediately.”

“Done,” she said, toying with a frayed edge of her blanket.

“Fuck, Jo-Jo, I don’t even like leaving you alone tonight.”

“Then, come over and let me work out all that energy I accumulated dancing.”

“You feeling adventurous?”

His words worked something slumbering inside her. A need she couldn’t quite place rose in her belly. “What did you have in mind?”

“Uh uh. You’re either in or out.”

His playful tone piqued her interest. “I’m in.”

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