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The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 5)

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Chapter One

Classic rock belts through the speakers at the clubhouse. It’s been a while since I tied on a good one. After the fight I had with Pam earlier I need a good fuckin’ time. “Fuck whoever you want to then,” her words play on a loop in my head. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about. Only that she pissed me the hell off. Something she seems to do a lot of lately. I knock back another shot. I don’t know how many it makes me. I lost count. I don’t want to think or experience any of the fucked up emotions running through my head tonight. All I need is to forget that I even exist if only for one night. Hell I’d settle for an hour of numb right about now.

Rio slides me a jar of Black Rebel Riders’ MC moonshine across the bar and passes me a blunt that’s fatter than my thumb. Rebel sent a case of the good shit over in celebration of Murder and Alexa’s wedding this weekend. “You look like you could use it, man. Smoke that and whatever is eating at you will fade away at least until tomorrow. Trust me.”

I take a swig of my corn liquor and stare at the joint before passing it under my nose to get a whiff. Mother fuck me that shit is strong. “It laced?”

“Not potent enough to do any real damage. It’ll just take the edge off ya know. It’s that good shit. Got it from a guy I know who did a transport from Texas.” I see the red in his eyes. He looks high as fuck. As high as I wish I were.

“Whatever you say.” I shrug and light up. If it fucks me up too bad, I’ll just crash in one of the empty rooms upstairs. Pam isn’t expecting me home anytime soon. She’s too far up Prez’s Old Lady’s ass to notice anyhow. My wife has time for everyone but me lately. Didn’t even acknowledge me before I walked out the door.

I take a long toke and chase it with more liquor. I shove off from the bar and grab an empty chair at one of the tables to watch the whores grind on each other and the pole. Ass and titties flashin’. These bitches ain’t got a thing on my woman, but she isn’t here. Only easy pussy that’s done been passed around. I’ve only ever had eyes for Pam since the day we met.

Wasn’t like that with her though. Easy. My girl was wild. Met her at a party. She was riding bitch with a nomad at the time. Stole her from him. Fought him for her in the end. I take another hit off the blunt wishing I could go back to when life was much simpler. Now I got a mortgage and a kid. Two things I never thought I’d want. But Pam wanted them so here we are.

Me working my ass off to provide what she wants and needs and her giving me shit for it and ignoring me when I’m home.

Danika struts toward me wearing nothing but a smile and a thong. “Can I get a hit off that?” Big hair and even bigger tits. She’s a beauty. She’s also not my Old Lady.

“Have at it.” I hold the blunt out, and she drops her thick ass in my lap.

I pass her the joint and take another swig from my jar of moonshine. Danika hands me the doobie and goes for my drink. Next thing I know the bitch is stroking my beard and whispering in my ear. “Don’t tell your Old Lady on me for saying this, but I’ve always loved your beard.”

“That so.”

“I think it’s sexy as hell.” Her weed and liquor tainted breath fans over my lips.

“Sexy.” I snort. “She wants me to shave it off.” I wrap an arm around her to take another toke. Pam has been on my ass to shave off my beard for weeks. Saying she wants me to look presentable for the wedding. Like Murder or Alexa give a fuck about my beard. I love my wife but since she became a mom she’s changed. I’m not sure it it’s for the better is the problem.

“Don’t you dare.” Danika gives t

he end a tug. Her gaze meets mine and my vision blurs briefly.

I blink a few times and give my head a shake. Her lips touch mine and I freeze. Danika is staring at me with her tits pressed up against my leather cut one hand on my neck. I’d like to say I’m a better man. That this is where I push her way. But that’d make me a liar.

I like the attention. Lately I’ve not been getting much of it at home.

The party rages on around us. More ass and titties on display. Two girls make out on the stage doing everything they can in hopes of catching the eye of a patched brother. Sex is heavy in the air along with the scent of cigarettes and weed.

I could blame it on the liquor or the joint.

Human nature.

Primal need.

My anger at my wife.

Any of the reasons I can use to justify the act in my mind, but I know better. Even if I am wasted. A line is about to be crossed.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” Danika confesses.

“And now that you have?” I grin.

“I want to do a lot more.” Her teeth sink into her lip.




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