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

The door swings open. Pam flies out the door trying to go around me.

I grab her shoulders. “Why are you crying?”

“Just leave. I’m not going to tell you again.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll go pick up my son and you’ll see us when you see us. I need space.”

“Don’t even think of threatening me with our kid. No matter how you feel about me shit isn’t cool nor is it your style. I’m gonna give you some space but I’ll be back. And I’ll fucking see my kid anytime I damn well please.” Connor isn’t mine by blood but doesn’t matter to me. Blood doesn’t always equal family. “I’ll send one of my guys over tomorrow to clean that shit in the yard up.” I let her go. I snatch my boots off the floor and grab my cut from the living room on my way out.

**

“You look like shit.” Holy slides onto the stool next mine at the clubhouse.

“Pam put my ass out.” I take a long pull from my bottle of beer.

“No shit?” He shakes his head. “Might not want to hear it but you bought that shit at full price.”

“Fucking rip off.”

“So why’d you do it?”

“Not in the mood for a lecture. Don’t you have new pussy to worry about?”

“Not cool. Don’t talk about Hazel like that. Get that you’re pissed but come on, man. Danika? You got a beef with Banks I don’t know about?”

“Wasn’t like that.” Danika sucking my dick didn’t have shit to do with that fucker.

“Then what was it like?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug and go to pull my smokes out of my cut. I tap my pockets in search of a lighter unable to find either. Musta fell out at the house.

“Need a smoke?” Danika purrs in my ear while waving a pack of cigarettes in my face. Don’t know where the fuck she came from. I don’t recall seeing her when I came in but then again, I wasn’t looking for her either.

“I’m good. Back the fuck up.” I blow her off, shrugging her away. I don’t bother to look at the bitch to know whether or not she’s offended. Don’t give a fuck what she is as long as whatever she is the cunt keeps the fuck away from me and my wife.

“I got you.” Holy hands me his pack. “Keep’em. I got another pack.” He flicks his Zippo open and I light one up.

I glance over my shoulder. Danika’s moved off. Thank fuck. Never shoulda gone there. Paying the price now.

“That done then?”

“Never started. Shouldn’t have happened but it did. Now I deal with the fallout.”

I finish my beer and cigarette. Holy shoves off after getting a phone call. Couple of the brothers are shooting a game of pool and breaking in the new prospect, Nav. Short for Navarro. He’s Bank’s cousin but Slick is his sponsor.

I debate on another beer but decide to go upstairs to my room and catch a shower and some shuteye. I go to unlock the door but its already open. When I get inside the room, the door falls shut behind me. I glance at my bed and find Danika. In all her naked glory, she nibbles on her finger sucking it between her red stained lips.

“The fuck you think you’re doing? You need to bounce.”

“Come on, Link. Let’s finish what we got started. Nobody has to know.”

“Think you’ve caused me enough shit.” I stomp to the bed and grab her by the arm, jerking her up off the mattress. “Get your shit and get gone.” I gather her pile of clothes and shove them at her as I push her toward the door. I open it up to wave her out and find Pam standing on the other side. “Fucking fuck me.”

“Wow,” my wife enunciates the word slowly.

“It’s not what you think,” I grumble.