Bewitching The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 7)

“The hell did they want from there?” he mixes in the seasoning, leaving the meat to simmer.

“A fucking Ouija board. Can you believe that shit?”

He walks to the fridge and takes out his veggies. “I don’t fuck around with the afterlife. Neither should you.” He points the knife he’s using to cut the lettuce with at me. It’s part of a set that Prodigy made him at his forge.

I make a face at him. “You believe in ghosts and shit?”

“Don’t you?”

“Nope. I didn’t get what they wanted anyway. Little witch bitch at the shop wouldn’t sell to me. Started cursing at me in Latin or some shit.”

“Fuck.” He deadpans, giving me a serious look. “Latin?”

“Fuck if I know sounded foreign an old.”

“She hexed you.” He grins, a flash of white appearing out of his burly beard.

“Man.” I blow him off and hit the shower.

Hexed. I snort.