The Biker's Dirty Little Secret (Straight to Hell MC 2)

“Sorry about that,” she said.

“No problem. I’ll see you soon.”

He was suddenly in a rush, backing away, not even waiting to give her the good-bye kiss she craved.

As he headed to the parking area, she called out. “Where are you off to?”

“Just tying up a loose end before heading home.”

Chapter Four

It would have been so easy to deal with Sean Rigby in the parking lot, but Brick had taken one look at him and knew he needed more information before taking him out. The more he knew about Callie, the more he realized how troubled her life had been. His first assessment of her had been right. She was a total innocent and certainly didn’t walk within his world, but due to her parents, she’d been completely swamped, unwillingly, into all of it.

Addicts were trouble. They tended to be selfish, using any means possible to get their next high. Callie’s start in life had been difficult thanks to her parents and extended family. From all the information he’d gotten, she’d been in and out of child protective services until her grandmother stepped in. Once she did, Callie’s life had been far easier, but still a struggle. She didn’t come from money, and everything she got had to be earned.

Like rent.

That was where that fucking prick Sean Rigby entered her life. After her mother kicked her out of the grandmother’s trailer on the same day of the funeral, Callie had been homeless. She’d probably needed rent money fast, and just looking at the cost of the rent for that piece of shit apartment, it was extortion. There was no way anyone would be able to make a life in that place. On the way upstairs, the stench alone had been enough to tempt him to expose her to the real him. The clubhouse was always busy with men coming and going, not to mention the abundance of women, but it was fucking clean and tidy.

The bank had turned her down for a loan, and so there was only one savior in her world at the time—Sean Rigby, the local prick.

Brick sat outside of the loan shark’s half-a-million-dollar house, located just out of town, not too far from the city.

It looked like a statement house. Purchased with dirty money.

Sean seemed to want the whole world to know he was coming up in the world. Callie had more than paid for her rental loan, but Sean kept on changing the rules to suit him, which explained the same sandwiches every single day. Peanut butter, and he noticed she always counted her change. Callie was his woman now, and that bullshit wouldn’t cut it anymore.

Brick climbed off his bike. Tonight, he wore his leather cut.

He palmed his 9mm as he approached the gate. Two men puffed their chests out, looking so out of place.

“Move out of my way.” His leather cut spoke volumes.

“You’re not on the guest list,” the first goon said.

He turned toward him and smiled. “Move.” He was fast growing bored. With the blue balls he’d been living with, he wasn’t in the mood to argue.

Arms folded, he looked at the two of them, ready to do some serious damage. They didn’t move, and the second goon decided to reach for his piece.

Brick grabbed his wrist, twisted the man around, and had his arm snapped before the other guy even reacted. The moment his friend came at him, he slammed his fist in the man’s face so hard, he collapsed to the ground. Brick’s body wasn’t ripped for show. He could handle himself in the worst of situations.

“I don’t need to be on any fucking list.” He spat on the ground, anger rushing through his body as he stepped past them, opening the gate. There was even a lock in place. He wrapped the chain around the fence, securing it in place so once those assholes were on their feet, there would be no way for them to interrupt him.

The key was in the lock, and he clicked it into place, taking the key with him. He placed it in his pocket and headed into the house. Only two more guards were in his way, and he took care of them without using his gun or knife.

Considering how many lives Sean Rigby had ruined, he figured the man would be clued in and have plenty of muscle to surround him.

There was no sign of Sean downstairs, and Brick slowly made his way up the winding staircase, drawing his gun. He had no doubt Sean knew how to handle himself. The man had come from nothing and rose up the ranks. Being a loan shark was just one of many side businesses. The man was dangerous. He had a history of making women who couldn’t pay their debt work for him.

Prostitution was his main source of income, and the women had no choice but to earn for him. He preyed on the weak, exploited them, and it made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it.