Sins of the Father (Ravens Ruin MC 1)

“Tim?” Fuck, this shit was tedious. I should’ve stayed at the damn clubhouse.

Greg nods his head in the direction of the dead guy near TJ’s boots.

“Shoebox?” I turn around to look at my brother. “Are we not providing what these guys need to have a successful business?”

TJ shrugs. “Most of them take the startup money and buy their own dope with it.”

It’s not something we need to discuss right now, but we need to find some trustworthy fucking businessmen. These low-level idiots are harder to work with as each year goes by.

“A little advice, Greg,” I say and close the last foot of distance between us. “Save the fent-laced H for the Hill District.”

His brow furrows. “But I don’t work in Pittsbur—”

His voice cuts off when my knife rips through his stomach.

“Nice,” the lone runner hisses when Greg slumps against his restraints.

When I turn back to him, I find the guy as steady as a mountain. There’s no shake in his hands, no quiver in his voice. He’s already decided if he’s going to die today, he’ll do it like a man. I respect him immediately.

“What role do you play in this…?”

“Parker,” he responds. “I’m the one who called the number that was provided.”

“You reported the OD?” I look to TJ who nods in verification as Parker verbalizes it as truth. “Why?”

Parker’s lips draw up in disgust. “He was running the fucking business into the damn ground. Drawing too much damn attention to us.”

“But you’re still a snitch,” TJ taunts from the other side of the room.

“I’d prefer to see myself as an opportunist.” Parker’s eyes plead with mine.

TJ’s voice may be threatening. TJ may be the one who tortured Greg for the last hour, but Parker knows where the power lies.

“Opportunist, huh?” He nods, swallowing in warranted fear since he’s aware his life hangs in the balance. “You think you could do better?”

“Without a doubt.” There’s not a hint of uncertainty in his voice, and he’s steady enough that says he’s confident in his skills. He’s not narcissistic or egotistical. This man has thoughts, ideas, and a plan. He’s a businessman.

“Let’s have a conversation then,” I tell Parker as I walk past him into the living room.“Let’s hit that club that opened up last month,” TJ says as we leave the small house.

Our cleaners are on the way, but they have to wait for the sun to go down before they can work on getting the house emptied of its current unliving inhabitants.

“We’re heading back tonight.” Lifting my leg, I throw it over the seat of my bike and settle in. “We can make it before midnight if we leave now.”

“Now?” he whines. “Are you afraid someone is going to push up on your girl?”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I don’t say a thing as I strap on my helmet. We don’t wear them in town, but traveling on such long rides is too dangerous without them. You can’t fucking trust anyone on the road these days. We’ve lost several members under the tires of cars, trucks, and eighteen-wheelers as it is.

“You’re the only one dumb enough to try.” The statement is a warning.

“Virgins aren’t my thing.” He climbs on his bike and situates his own helmet. “I need a woman who knows how to fuck.”

“She’s not a virgin,” I mutter.

“Are you sure? You know there’s only one way to be certain.”

She’s too responsive to have never been touched by a man before, but I don’t know with certainty. The distance over the last couple of days has had a reverse effect on me. I left to get my shit together, but all I’ve wanted to do since I hit the road was turn around and fucking bury myself inside of her. I’ll remedy that shit when I get back to the clubhouse, and that’s going to happen tonight.

“We can leave at first light,” TJ bargains.

“You won’t be sober then. You’re sober now.”

He grins like a maniac.

“I can head back on my own,” I mutter as I crank my bike and pull out onto the quiet street.

The roar of his bike only takes a minute before it lines up beside mine. He may act childish some days, but he knows leaving his President alone on the ten-hour ride back to Sutton can’t happen.Chapter 14Candi

“I suck at this,” I complain as another damn dart hits the wall instead of the board I’m aiming at.

“You’re drunk,” Molly says with a laugh.

“True.” Grinning wider than I have since I arrived at the Ravens Ruin clubhouse, I reach for another drink. “I don’t even know what’s in these things, but they’re dangerous.”

“They’re Blue Motherfuckers,” Xena says as she drops a maraschino cherry in my glass before I can lift it to my lips.

“Just like Lynch’s balls.” My head snaps in the voice’s direction, watching TJ as he saunters up. He presses a kiss to Molly’s temple before grabbing Legs and forcing his mouth on hers.