Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

A loud muffler that I know very well has my head pop up and Crow drives by before turning down the drive to the club. My heart beats a little harder, my teeth biting my bottom lip with excitement. My body is practically busing with lust as I watch the sun shine him into a silhouette before he disappears behind the foliage of the Georgia trees. A little black car drives down the same road and a beautiful girl sits in the driver’s seat. I don’t have to see much of her to know she’s one of the club girls, I’ve heard Dime talk about them before. They hang around the club a lot, get special attention and things from the guys, and also mattress hop from biker to biker without a moral compass.

Looking down at my counter, it occurs to me that Crow is around those girls. Women with more experience, bigger boobs, and here I am across the street making coffee and baking muffins. Suddenly feeling stupid, jealous, and angry at the same time, I know I need to clear my mind. Everything about last night comes tumbling through my mind like a tumbleweed, question after question stressing me out.

Pushing past the register and into the café, I go to the love seat, reach above my head to pull out a random book, and open it. Sookie Stackhouse. I love this one, it’s a favorite of mine that I’ve read several times. I curl my knees into my chest and decide to get lost in the world of vampires and fairies and not think about the biker across the street and the ho’s that parade around there.

I refuse to think about the idea I was just a conquest for Crow and I meant nothing.

I block out the sexy grunts he made last night, and the way he touched me, and focus on the book in my lap.

My eyes pop up to the glass window.

Maybe I should bring some baked goods over and coffee, get an inside look of the club and what exactly goes on with these women and what Crow does over there.

Before I know it, I’ve tossed the book onto the cushion and I’m bagging up muffins, ignoring the red flags waving in my head that I need to keep my ass in this café.

I just need to see what it’s like in there, to see what I’m up against.

To see if I’m anything to Crow.

Crow

Sitting at the bar watching Chaos and Sterling play a game of pool, Asia stands beside me like arm candy. She’s wearing a leopard print skirt that shows her sides and back, and strappy black heels that’ll grab any man’s attention. I can feel her staring at me, the smell of her floral perfume filling the entire club. I’m not sure why she’s here this early, she’s club ass and from what I hear, just looking to be an ol’ lady.

“You filming me today, baby?” She drags her perfect red-painted nail down my arm.

Looking at her finger until she withdraws her hand, I flick my gaze to hers.

“Is it on the books?” I’ve been so busy with the club and Maybelline I’ve lost track of who I’m filming and behind on editing footage for the Porn Kings.

“Mhhm. You and I are on for today.” She smiles excitedly and my stomach knots.

I don’t remember signing up for this, and I know the boys wouldn’t put me on because I’ve made it clear I would be the cameraman only. Rubbing my chin, I look to Ruin who is sitting on a stool across the room playing on his phone. Maybe this is a test, to see how far I’ll go for the club.

The doors to the club open and Maybelline walks in like a breath of fresh air. The sun shines behind her making her brown hair glow, her beautiful eyes looking around the room nervously. Overalls, a dark green shirt, and white Chucks, I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling at how cute she looks this morning.

“Wow, looks like the cat brought in a rat,” Asia sneers from beside me, and Maybelline’s eyes shoot straight to mine, her face falling.

She obviously heard her. Turning toward Asia, I give her a glare that could kill.

“Hey guys, I had some extra muffins this morning and thought I’d bring them over.” Maybelline quickly makes her way to the counter, her eyes avoiding mine.

Standing and walking toward her to distance myself from Asia, I smile at her and the brown bag full of the baked goods.

“You did awesome.”

Her cheeks turn a shade of red, her hands fiddling behind her back.

“Fuck yeah!” Ruin says, sliding off the stool, coming to the bag, he eagerly digs in.

“Alright, I’ll let you guys do… whatever it is you do.” She silently laughs, tucking a hair behind her ear, her eyes landing on mine for just a second before Chaos snaps his fingers at her.