Piss awakened me. More specifically, needing a piss. Sometime during the night, Ainsley had stolen all the covers. Now, they were tangled around her legs. Smiling and shaking my head, I carefully tugged my arm from under her head and went in search of the bathroom, wondering if I’d find fucking unicorns and rainbows on the walls.
Only two other doors stood in the hallway. I opened the closest one first and found a closet filled with towels, bed sheets, and an extra comforter. Behind the second door, I hit the jackpot. Once I relieved my bladder, I headed to the kitchen for a bottled water. A half empty case sat on the counter, so I took one and drank the entire bottle within seconds.
Turning to go back to the bedroom, a picture frame caught my eye. The words ‘Best Big Brother’ were chiseled at the top of the wooden frame. Bending to better see the man who wanted her to give up her fucking life on a motherfucker like Dayton Morgan, I blinked. Squinted. Blinked again. Fuck, I even straightened and bent again.
A tall man with skin slightly darker than Ainsley’s smirked toward the camera. Even from the photo, his smirk mocked me and my nostrils flared. Roman Mac was Ainsley’s brother. I wasn’t sure how since they had different last names, but it didn’t fucking matter. Whether she knew my club and her brother’s club were archrivals, I didn’t know and I sure as shit didn’t give a fuck. She could’ve mentioned that her brother was a fucking biker.
I stormed back to the bedroom and went for my guns. Roman killed Trinity and she was an innocent victim. An eye for a fucking eye. It was only right I took Ainsley from him. I stalked to her side of the bed, lifted the gun… and couldn’t do it. She was sweet and soft in slumber. I doubted I could’ve pulled the trigger had she been awake. She was an alluring combination of hellcat, chatterbox, and angel. Trinity needed avenging, but I couldn’t use Ainsley to do it.
Brushing my lips over hers, I backed away and dressed quietly, hoping she didn’t awaken. I’m not sure how I would’ve responded in such a confrontation. I didn’t know where my disappointment came from. She was just a girl who’d gotten one night with a biker. Even if I’d seen her again, the relationship would’ve fizzled eventually. They always did.
The evening I’d spent with Ainsley slid through my mind. When I’d asked for her brother’s name, she hadn’t answered. Fuck. She knew our clubs were mortal enemies. It was why she hadn’t turned on the light in her living room when we’d arrived. I glowered at her. Before I shook the fuck out of her, I snatched up my keys and walked out of her bedroom.
A big photo on her living room wall grabbed my attention. It wasn’t Roman or his father or even Ainsley as a child. It was her mother, a pretty black woman with gorgeous brown eyes. Ainsley was biracial. I would’ve pegged her as Latina or Greek, not half black. Not that it mattered. She was my enemy’s sister. If she was a fucking Navi, it wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Without another word, I left and went to my bike. Before I rode away, I texted Ainsley.
Lose my fucking number.
I’d also block her because I never wanted to hear from her again and I refused to tempt myself if she called me anyway.
.
I didn’t bother with a reply. Her fate was decided. Conversation wasn’t necessary.
Grabbing her throat, I looked into her eyes the entire time I strangled her, then let her body drop to the floor. Once I scrubbed my cum off her face with soap and hot water, I laid her on the bed and nodded to Kylie, who’d been staring at me the entire time. “Clip her fingernails, then wash the tips off.”
While she followed those orders, I went to the bathroom and got Kylie’s coke. I filled two glasses with rum, dumped the coke in one of them, then brought both out and set them on the nightstand.
Poor Dayton, so coked out he accidentally killed a woman, then couldn’t live with himself.
Kylie was already finished with her tasks. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a dazed expression on her face.
“Go to Dayton’s room, fuck him, then tell him you want us to party together,” I told her.
She stumbled to her feet. At the door, she looked back at me. “What did he do to Ainsley?”
Smiling, I shrugged, my only answer.
She left without another word.
With just several days before October arrived, the crisp air of late September carried the scent of fallen leaves and distant barbecue smoke. The late afternoon sky stretched wide and blue, though wisps of white clouds occasionally streaked though it.
As I steered my car away from the Bloody Scorpions clubhouse on the northwestern edge of the city, a golden glow shone over the streets. Trees turning shades of gold and rust dotted stretches of land, especially where the surroundings were more open. Strip malls, gas stations, and local diners, some with their signs advertising fall specials— pumpkin spice coffee, barbecue platters, or Friday night football deals— zoomed by.
Heading to the Royal Bastards clubhouse, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would they stop me at the gate and question me? Maybe, there wasn’t a gate and it was easy to access. If they were like the Bloody Scorpions, women were always welcome.
Unfortunately, my reputation might’ve proceeded me if they asked for my name and recognized it in connection to Roman. I didn’t know what he’d revealed while he’d been so badly injured. Reese warned me not to contact him again. Perhaps, he’d alerted his brothers to my identity.
God! Would they kill me? I just didn’t know and I couldn’t care.
If Roman, or God forbid Boom Boom, discovered my secret I was dead anyway. My brother might not actually kill me, but I would be dead to him.
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