Stand Off (Predators MC 2)

“Sherrie?”

“No, her and Henry are a couple now.”

Jackal gave up. If he went through all the women Max had fucked, he would be there all night trying to figure out what had Max so upset.

“Renee’s kid.”

“Casey is hardly a kid.” Jackal’s appreciative tone drew Max’s angry gaze.

“Casey giving you trouble?” Mason stopped as he was walking past the bar. He was an older member—Mugg’s age—who mainly hung out at the clubhouse, since Ice gave him few duties.

The president had a beef with the brother that he refused to share. The only thing Max knew was the two had butted heads when Ice had first taken over the club. Since then, Ice had more than proved himself worthy of being the leader of the Predators and gave the older members a share of the spoils for doing very little of the work.

Max looked at Mason questioningly. He had been with Renee for five years during the time that Casey would have been in her teens.

“You and Casey didn’t get along when you were married to Renee?” Max asked curiously.

Mason snorted. “I got along with Casey fine. It was her mother who drove me crazy. The best day of my life was when I left and divorced her fucking cheating ass.”

Max raised a brow at his vehement statement. Usually, Mason was quiet and never talked shit about anyone. Even when Mugg had begun seeing Renee two years after his and Renee’s divorce, Mugg had confided he expected hard feelings from Mason, yet none had been forthcoming.

“Any idea of why she needs extra money from a part-time job?” Max questioned, despite telling himself he was going to stay out of her personal shit.

“No, I didn’t keep in contact with Casey after the divorce.” Mason motioned for Issy to give him a drink. “I could give her a call and find out if you want.”

Max shook his head. “Don’t do that. She says it’s none of my business, and she’s right.” If she found out he was discussing her with the other brothers, it would only make her even more secretive. Casey was a private person. If she wanted to put her neck on the line for a few dollars, it sure as fuck had nothing to do with him.

Giving Issy a grin, he leaned over the counter as she placed Mason’s beer in front of him. Then he placed his finger in the vee of her low-cut T-shirt and tugged it down.

“Want to suck my dick?”

“Hell, yes,” she breathed.

Max reached over the counter, lifting her up and over the bar. “You fuckers can find someone else to wait on you tonight. Issy is going to be busy.”

The woman wrapped her legs around Max’s waist as he carried her back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut with his foot. As soon as he placed Issy down on her feet, her hands went automatically to his zipper.

Staring down at the woman going to her knees, Max’s stomach knotted. He placed his hands over hers, stopping her from loosening his jeans.

“Issy, the beer is getting to me. Must have drunk too much on an empty stomach.” Max pulled away from the woman’s grasp, going to his bed and sitting down.

“You want me to stay?” she asked halfheartedly.

“No, go have your fun with someone else.”

Issy hesitated but turned toward the door. Max lay down on his bed, confused as to why he hadn’t let the woman have his dick. Truth be told, the slut hadn’t been able to get a rise out of him.

Frustrated at himself, he turned out the light and lay down on his bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

He was bored with all the club whores and even the last three women he had fucked outside of the club. Women bored him easily. That was why he went through so many of them. CeCe and Sherri had each lasted six months, the women before them not even that long. Probably the only reason they had lasted longer was they both worked, and he wasn’t able to fuck them as often. As soon as he satiated himself with a woman, his interest invariably led him to another pussy.

He heard Stump in the room next door banging Issy. Her loud screams were unmistakable.

Looking at his illuminated clock, he saw that it was three a.m. It hadn’t even taken her five minutes to find another dick to replace his, but he really wasn’t bothered by it. His mind went back to Casey working. She would be in the store alone and taking the trash outside in the dark parking lot.

“Fuck!” Max stood up, going to his bedroom door and jerking it open.

Jackal and the other brothers stared at him in surprise as he went to the front door.

“Where’re you going?” Jackal asked, his arm around a hanger-on’s shoulders.