Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

They watched as Dog pulled a flask out of his pocket.

“Well don’t hog it all. Pass it here,” Wolf insisted. Dog passed it to him. Wolf took a long pull, then passed it back, noticing Dog’s eyes were on something across the bar.

Dog leaned on his folded arms, elbows on the bar and looked at Wolf. “So, you and Crystal—”

“There is no ‘me and Crystal’, Dog. We’re over. We’ve been over.”

“You sure about that?”

“Pretty sure, Dog. Why?”

Dog took Wolf’s jaw in his hand and turned it in the direction of the other side of the bar. “Then I guess this won’t bother you.”

Wolf looked over to where Dog aimed his gaze. There, across the bar, up on a bench was a girl dancing to the old Creedence song currently blasting through the bar and singing along at the top of her lungs. Not just any girl. It was goddamn Crystal.

His eyes swept over her. She was wearing low rider jeans, torn at the knee, that hugged her hips just right, a big old belt, and a white long sleeve top emblazoned with the words ‘Mama Tried’ clearly referencing an old Merle Haggard song. The top was scooped showing a swell of cleavage on top and fell just short of the belt, showing off a teasing inch of skin at the bottom. Her long dark hair was hanging down her back.

Wolf watched in stunned amazement as she lifted her arms over her head, her body undulating to the music, her hips rocking, hypnotizing every man in the place.

Ho-lee fuck.

“Yeah, you’re over her all right. Like hell.”

Crash looked over Wolf’s head to Dog. “And the wall of denial comes crashing down.”

Dog replied back, “Yeah, with a boom.”

“Fucking hell,” Wolf muttered, realizing all over again just what he’d lost.

Suddenly Dog was leaning in to shout in his ear, “You let that go? Were you fucking high?”

“Apparently,” Wolf muttered.

“I’m not sayin’ you’re stupid, but man, you make some really bad decisions, bro,” Crash advised.

“Rub it in, why don’t you?”

“I don’t have to. She’s doing a damn fine job of that all on her own.”

“She sure knows how to serve it up, don’t she?” Dog muttered, his eyes on Crystal.

“The way you did her, bro, you deserve it. Every twist,” Crash told Wolf.

“Goddamn, she knows how to gut me,” Wolf whispered in a voice thick with torment. “Why the hell did we have to pick this bar?”

“Sorry, Wolf, but you don’t get to choose off the Karma menu, you just get what’s coming to you.”

Dog grinned, continuing the torment. “Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can wear. Followed closely by a spectacular push-up bra. Which that is, I might add.”

Crash chuckled, taking in Wolf’s furious look. “Is this where the thunder claps and the sky turns black?”

“I think so, bro,” Dog replied with a grin.

****

Crystal looked over the heads of the crowd from her place up on the bench. When she’d been getting squished by the crowd, Max had

suddenly put his hands on her waist and lifted her up onto the bench near the window. And then of course she’d had to start dancing when her favorite Creedence Clearwater Revival song had started playing. Well, that and the fact that she’d had a couple of shots and had been having such a good time with Max and Liam. Now, as the song ended, and her eyes scanned the crowd, she stopped dead in her tracks.