Luck of the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 2)

“You know better than most what can happen to anyone who betrays the club.” I raise an eyebrow, shocked that I have to remind her what her fate almost was when the man she loves thought she was a traitor.

“Well, this has been fun, ladies.” Xena tosses back one more shot before she makes to leave.

“Where are you going?” Vixen whines, clearly not wanting to drink alone. “I thought we were going to tag team Smalls for his birthday?”

“Give me an hour,” Xena says with a wicked grin. “I’ve got to go take care of the baby whore. When I’m done with her, she won’t even remember TJ’s fucking name.”

She makes a lude gesture, licking her tongue between two spread fingers before disappearing down the hallway.

“How is this my life?” I ask good-heartedly as I turn back to my best friend. “Wanna go to my room and watch a horror movie or something?”

Her eyes dart from me back to my brother twice before she nods. “Maybe a romantic comedy instead?”

I know what Zoe is capable of when she’s in the moment, but talking about Wendi’s betrayal seems to upset her.

“Give me a minute,” she says as she crosses the room to Lynch.

“If you go over there, you know he’s going to end up sticking his fingers in your—”

I turn away from my friend when my brother grips her leg, running a hand up the back of her thigh. Just as I predicted, his hand disappears under her skirt. I chat with the other girls at the table for twenty minutes before Zoe comes back. Her face is flushed from her orgasm as we walk through the kitchen to head to our house. She has no idea how lucky she is to be able to love her man out in the open.Chapter 14Briar

“Did you have any trouble in Pittsburgh?” Lynch’s question pulls me from my own thoughts.

I’ve been distracted for days. My confession to Molly in the park has been playing on repeat in my head, and the details of getting off while my hands choke the life out the random girls I’ve fucked have already begun to invade my sleep. They play in vivid 4K Ultra HD on my eyelids, and I know I haven’t been redeemed or cured because I wake up stone solid and ready to fuck each and every damn time. I’m just as bad as her sick, demented father. A realization once again brought to the forefront after what happened with Frances Jiménez not long ago. My celibacy is the only thing keeping it from happening again.

Until I straddled my bike last night and made the nine-hour trip back to the clubhouse, I wasn’t even sure if I’d return to this damn place. It wasn’t until recently that the pull to even ride out of the gate hit me. Before Molly showed up with Zoe a couple of months ago, it took an act of Congress, or more specifically a presidential order, to get me to leave. Now, I jump at every damn opportunity.

“Brother?” My eyes meet Lynch’s. “Something else on your mind?”

TJ snorts at the other end of the table but otherwise keeps quiet.

“No trouble. Things are running just fine,” I answer. “They’ve all been informed of the new standards, and everyone is confident that they can move the newly required amounts.”

“Good.” Finally, he pulls his scrutinizing gaze from me and addresses the entire group. “We’re going down to Richmond for the handoff tomorrow. When we ride back, we’ll split apart into teams of two to get the product to the four corners. Boston and Smalls will take Baltimore. TJ and Ronan, you guys are responsible for New York. Hornet and Chains, you’ll head to Pittsburgh. Briar, you’re with me in Detroit.”

“What about the computer nerd and me?” Professor asks.

Virus snorts at the designation.

“He’s got a project he’s working on,” Lynch answers in relation to Virus.

My eyes narrow. There isn’t much that goes on in the clubhouse that Lynch doesn’t discuss with me first, but something must’ve come up while I was gone over the weekend. I’m sure I’ll hear about it sooner or later.

“As for you, Professor, I need you here to keep an eye on the property.”

“You mean babysit the girls?” he corrects.

“However you want to see it,” Lynch says with exhaustion in his voice. “Now, I’m not one to put a curfew on you assholes, but we have a hard ride tomorrow, and I need each and every one of you able to keep your bikes upright.”

A couple of chuckles filter around the table.

“TJ?” The enforcer’s eyes snap up from his cell phone. “I don’t know what kind of creepy shit you’ve been involved in recently, but I need you to stay here tonight. No fucking sneaking off in the middle of the night.”