Maverick (Hell's Handlers MC 2)

Didn’t matter.

If there was one thing Copper couldn’t stand, it was drama from the Honeys. They could party, fuck, and hang as long as they wanted, given they didn’t cause trouble. More than one had been tossed out on her well-used ass for getting too clingy and overstepping with some brother’s ol’ lady. This little show here was Carli’s first and final warning.

“Sorry, Copper. Won’t happen again,” Maverick said, shooting eye daggers at Carli when she opened her mouth. She needed to pipe the fuck down until they were out of Copper’s office. Being on his bad side pissed Maverick off, and being in the doghouse because of a Honey was even worse.

Humiliating.

“Let’s go.” He gripped Carli by her upper arm and propelled her out of Copper’s office ahead of him. Without speaking, he marched through the bar area and up the stairs toward his room, ignoring the whistles and catcalls of his stupid-ass brothers.

“Mav, slow down,” Carli whined as she teetered along on five-inch spikes. “I’m gonna break an ankle.”

“You’ll be lucky if that’s all you break,” he muttered under his breath, stopping outside his door to hunt for the key in his pocket.

Carli plastered herself against him, her balloon-sized, man-made tits engulfing his arm in their cleavage. Once, not even too long ago, that might have worked, but he hadn’t touched her since the week before he’d been snatched off the street and had no interest in doing so now. Ever again, really. “Like you’d ever hurt me,” she whispered near his ear. “You’re a lover, baby, not a fighter.”

That was true. He’d take fucking over fighting any day. That didn’t mean he couldn’t throw down when necessary. But he wouldn’t harm a woman. Scare her a little? Fuck, yeah.

When the door swung open, he stepped out of her hold without warning. Since she’d been leaning so heavily on him, she lost her footing and staggered into his room, grabbing the door frame to keep from face planting on his geometric print area rug.

“What the hell, Mav? Why are you being such a dick?” She jammed her hands on her hips and stuck her lower lip out in a pout that would make most men wonder just what she could do with that mouth.

A lot. She could do a lot.

Because she was easy as spreading soft butter and had sucked countless dicks between those lips.

“I’m the one asking the questions here. You went to Copper? About me? What the fuck were you thinking? You got any idea how much the prez hates that shit?”

Still pouting, Carli strode toward him with a sultry walk meant to entice. Her tits were encased in some leather bustier type thing that showed off a mountain of fake flesh and ended above her belly button, revealing a two-inch expanse of bare stomach. With spaghetti straps and a metallic zipper down the center, it looked like some kind of oversized bra.

“I was worried about you,” she said in a girlish voice, lowering the zipper as she continued toward him. Platinum hair, bleached to shit, swished around her leather-covered hips as she walked. “You’ve been weird since they rescued you. You haven’t fucked me at all. At first, I thought it was because you were too injured. But you even turned me down when I offered to ride you. And now you’re back on your bike and working, but I still haven’t had your dick.”

She was close, and Maverick finally felt his blood heat. But not with lust. Nope, not even a flicker down below. This was all fury.

“So the-fuck what, you haven’t had my dick. You don’t own that shit. Plenty other willing brothers around here to take you on.”

“No one can do what you do, Mav.”

He hated the sound of his own name coming from her unclean mouth. “So you went to fucking Copper? What’d you think he was gonna do? Order me to fuck you?”

Her pout turned to a mischievous grin.

Fuck.

That’s precisely what Copper had done.

Conniving bitch.

Time to shut shit down. He was done with Carli.

“Ever think I’m just over it? Done with you? Maybe I’m looking for someone who ain’t so broken in?” Harsh, sure, but sometimes that’s what was necessary to get the point across. Besides, he’d been in a shit mood for weeks, and it looked like he finally found someone to take it out on.

She stilled her hand and the zipper about three-quarters of the way open, and an ugly sneer crossed her face. “I think maybe more happened than you want to admit while Shark had you. Maybe you got a little taste of dick while you were there, and now you need a little something different to get you off.”

And out come the claws.

Was this bitch for real?

“Okay, we’re done here.” He strode toward the door and gripped the handle. “You need to get the fuck out. Stay away from me and out of my shit, or I’ll have you banned. You ever go to Copper about me again, and I won’t need to have you banned. He’ll throw you out like last week’s garbage.”