Kace (Shattered Souls MC 3)

He slaps my shoulder and grins. “It must be some great sex.”

“You see how she moves on stage. Use your imagination,” I say, grinning.

“Fuck you. I tried hooking up with her months ago and she told me she doesn’t fuck club members,” Alex says.

We all laugh as Finn brings the beers over. He grabs his and sits down. “Alex what the fuck are you complaining about? Didn’t you

just come out of the back from banging someone?”

“Oh, Finn fucking thinks he can just run his mouth now,” Alex says, taking a long sip of his beer.

Everyone is laughing and I lean back in my chair. It’s been about two months since Zane and Harper got married. Everything around here has been quiet, which is much needed after all the shit that went down with Kingsley. It won’t last, I know that, but the temporary peace is something I’m taking advantage of. I finally have the time to fix up my old man’s Harley, we’re able to party like we used to at Souls and Souls Two, and I’ve been fucking. Definitely nothing to complain about and Brittany is a great distraction. She’s down for just fucking, no feelings, no commitment, no expectations. It’s exactly what I want.

“Harper wants everyone over for a BBQ after we get back from New York,” Zane says, picking the label of his beer.

“When are you guys leaving?” I ask.

“Tomorrow night we are flying out. It’ll be our last trip. Her grandparents' house sold, so we just need to finish cleaning it out. We’ll be back in a few days,” he says, looking around. “You guys hear that Brooks has been seeing Maren Faraway?”

“Isn’t she friends with Nora and your mom?” Riley asks.

“Yeah, she’s Nora’s cousin. She’s good for him,” Z says.

We all lost Gloria, but Zane struggles with it the most. She was his fucking aunt and the shit she put us all through is unforgivable. Brooks deserves to find some happiness after all that fucking shit.

“You invite her to the BBQ?” Porter asks.

Zane nods and we all smile.

“Hey, lets get around the table,” Enzo says, walking over to us.

We all get up and follow him in. Once we are all sitting, Brooks looks around. Shit.

“I’m just gonna say what I’ve been hearing. With the Vegas Kings crumbling and that territory up for grabs, I’ve been hearing shit that the Raging Devils are moving in,” Brooks says, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck,” I say, running my hand through my hair.

“More fucking drugs,” Riley says, shaking his head.

Enzo nods his head, running his hand through his beard. “Looks like it might go that way. We need to keep our eyes open. We can’t let them get the upper hand. That shit will never happen again, and we all know how fucking violent they are. They make the Vegas Kings looks like a fucking preschool group.”

The Raging Devils are as dirty as they come. The violence, drugs, and mayhem that surrounds them is well known. We ran them off once, they aren’t going to go as easy this time. I knew the peace wasn’t going to last long, but this is some fucked up shit to land in our neighborhood, if it’s true.

“We can’t let them in this neighborhood,” Zane says, scrubbing his face.

He’s worried about Harper; I can see the tension coming back.

“We won’t,” I say, pulling a joint out of my cigarette pack.

“Fuck no we won’t, but for now it’s just rumors. Let’s stay smart and keep ahead of this shit. Anyone sees anything, let us know,” Brooks says, leaning back in his chair. He turns his attention to Porter. “Porter, how’d we do this month?”

Porter shakes his head smiling. “We are making a fucking killing at Souls Two. Harper really did us good with that one. Between Souls and Souls Two, we have tripled what we made last month.”

Holy fuck. I look at Zane as he smiles with pride. Opening Souls Two was brilliant and letting Harper run it was the best idea Zane’s had. I grab my money and smile. Damn, I’m gonna celebrate tonight.

“Alright, I have shit to go do. Remember to keep your eyes open and don’t let your guard down. Let’s hope it’s just fucking rumors,” Brooks says, standing up.

We all follow, and I grab Zane’s arm when we walk out. “I saw your face. This has nothing to do with you or Harper. Don’t even go there, Z. You lived through your hell; this is just regular club bullshit.”