King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“I wasn’t sure what to do,” he replied and I reached over the counter and grabbed his shoulder and gave it a shake.

“Girth will stick around and watch over the shop,” I said to him and he nodded his head again.

“It’s all there,” King told me. He was done counting the cash and I gave Mr. Hill a quick nod.

“You don’t have to worry about the Black Skulls,” I reassured him again and then turned around and walked out of the shop with Girth and King behind me.

Outside, I slipped a cigarette out of the box and stuck it to my lips. King brought out his zippo and presented the burning flame to me which I used to light up. I took in a deep drag, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs.

“Fuck em,” I said, while King lit Girth’s cigarette and then his own.

“What gave them the balls to start doing this shit?” Girth said, pulling on the smoke of his own cigarette. I flicked ash from mine onto the pavement and shook my head.

“Does Elwood know about this? You should have told us about Mahoney’s the moment you heard about it,” I clenched my jaw.

“Yeah,” Girth replied.

“Things can get out of hand if they start encroaching. They need to be kicked back into their caves,” I said, King and Girth nodded their heads aware that this was a serious matter.

The Black Skulls and the Rogue Rebels had a long history of rivalry, but when Dad took over as President, a very clear boundary of territory had been set up between us. We had emerged victors of our last major war which meant that our territory was larger. Our rules applied, and the local businesses operated under us. No trade took place in the area without our knowledge and without us getting an appropriate cut.

In the last couple of years, there hadn’t been any major outbreaks and the Black Skulls seemed to keep a low profile, keeping out of our way. But if they were beginning to shake down local businesses, it meant that they were planning on making an appearance again.

“You guys stick around here,” I said to them and decided that I needed to speak to Dad. I walked over to my Harley and started the bike with the last inches of my cigarette dangling from my mouth.

I knew where he would be, The Lucky Lady.

My mind was still occupied by the Black Skulls when I pushed open the doors of the bar and walked in. We needed to figure out what the fuckers had been up to and which other businesses they were trying to steal from and shake down. We needed to amp up our man power at these places and if there was no other choice, another war would have to be declared.

That was when I saw her behind the counter, where Big D always stood. She was polishing glasses with her head bent low over them and looked up at me when I walked towards her.

Chapter 4

Commando

Fuck.

It was like my limbs had stopped moving and my head was going to explode.

She could be the most delicious piece of ass I’d seen in a long time. The Lucky Lady was full of people at this point, but my eyes were fixed on her.

That hair!

Fiery red and it fell like a shiny silk curtain around her shoulders, covering her ears and framing her face. It was long too and immediately my brain went to what it would feel like to wrap some of that hair around my fist and pull her head back as I drove into her from behind. It swayed now, as she moved, brushing her hips gently.

She was wearing a crop top, black, and a slim section of her belly flashed every time she moved her arms a little. Her skin was pale and milky, and I felt my cock move in my pants. I wondered how pink her sk

in would look if I gripped her with my fingers, tightening my grip on her arm to hold her in position as I slammed into her.

From where I was standing, I could tell that she was wearing a denim skirt and her hips protruded out under them. She was petite and had curves in the right places. Like every time she turned a little to the side, I saw how tight the denim material stretched over her ass. I wanted to feel the softness of the insides of her thighs.

Her green eyes had met mine for a moment, before she quickly looked away. In them I saw glimpses of a good girl who was capable of doing bad things. Green sparkling eyes like gemstones, strikingly bright against the paleness of her cheeks. A lock of her shining red hair fell over her face, while she continued to polish some more glasses.

I couldn’t look away from her body. The way her bare arms quivered when she moved them. I could wrap my entire palm around her arm, squeeze the flesh if I wanted to. Her breasts would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands too and in my mouth.

Big D had come over behind her and was talking to her, and I’d forgotten all about looking for Dad. Elwood was the last thing on my mind, now that I’d set my eyes on what I had to have.

I could feel my cock protesting in my pants. What was taking me so long? When I saw something I liked, something my cock approved of too, I took it. This time, something was holding me back.