“Well, if anyone can fix it, it’s Jupiter.” Bobby Ray scratches at the scruff on his jaw, leaving behind a smear of grease. “Come on, get in. I’ll drop you wherever you like.”
“Thanks. You know the Kings of Carnage Clubhouse on the outskirts of town?”
“Yeah, you could say I’ve been there a time or two.”
“You ride?”
“Nah. I thought about it, but Jupiter talked me out of it.”
Oh, I’d just love to know Tink’s opinion on riding. “How’s that?”
“Well, she can be pretty convincing when she wants to be. Let’s just put it that way. She’s always coming up with reasons we shouldn’t do stupid shit.”
“What’s her deal? She seems kinda uptight.”
Especially since she looks like a fucking rock princess who’s far more likely to be posing for a calendar hung in the garage than actually running the place.
“Jupiter?” His eyes dart from the road to me and back again. The corners of his mouth turn down. “Why are you askin’?”
“Just curious.” I shrug, then grab the frame of the window and pretend I’m real interested in the view as we fly through Main Street. Uprising is just like any other small town I’ve passed through between here and Tennessee. The townsfolk take pride in their community, that much is obvious from the manicured lawns to the fresh paint and the trimmed Cherokee Rose bushes, but no town ever came close to the beauty of the Appalachians.
“Then you best get uncurious,” Bobby Ray says with a low growl. “My little sister don’t date bikers.”
Sister? Thank fuck I didn’t say anything incriminating. I’m sure Tink would fly her itty-bitty self over to the clubhouse in a fit just to tear me a new asshole. I inhale slowly and take a beat to disguise my irritation before I ask, “There somethin’ wrong with bikers?”
Bobby Ray purses his lips. “Look, I don’t got no beef with you or the Kings, but I know Jupiter. She ain’t interested.”
“That her talkin’, or her big brother?”
He grins. “Well, you can try to shoot your shot, but she’s not backwards about comin’ forward. If I know my sister at all, the fact that you’re riding with me right now means you pissed her off good.”
I huff. Like I give a shit if the angry feminist is pissed at me. I don’t have time for bitches anyway. I’m here to help out a fellow charter and to put as much distance between me and my lying, cheating fucking ex as possible. The last thing I need is another bitch twisting me up on the inside. I’m married to the goddamn road, to my bike, and I have no intention of putting down roots in rural Georgia.
We round another bend as we leave downtown behind and the buildings give way to a thicket of trees. The clubhouse gates come into view.
Bobby Ray pulls over to the shoulder. Clearly, he has no intention of going up the drive. Probably for the best, civilians showing up unannounced are never a good thing. And I’m sure I’d hear all about it if I let Tink’s brother meet the wrong end of a .45.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“Yeah, no problem, man. We’ll call in a few days when your bike is ready.”
Great. Now I’m going to be riding bitch.
I nod and climb out of the cab. Bobby Ray throws it in drive and turns the truck around. I watch it disappear down the dirt road, then I head up the drive and inside the gate.
“Dude,” Sterling claps me on the back. “What happened to your bike?”
“Piece of shit broke down on the way back from Atlanta.”
Ruin pushes off the side of the clubhouse. “Was that Jupiter who just dropped you off?”
I fucking wish. I grit my teeth. “Bobby Ray.”
“Oh shit.” Sterling’s smile is fucking Colgate worthy. “What’d you do to piss off the boss lady?”
“How much time you got?”
The guys laugh like I’m the butt of some stupid joke.
“You are never tapping that.” Saint says, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he lights up.
“Sorry, brother, but I think he’s right,” Mako adds unhelpfully.
“Never,” Ruin adds.
“Ever.” Sterling laughs.
“Are y’all fuckin’ done, now?” I ask impatiently.
“Nope,” Crow says. “But I’m pretty sure you are.”
Fucking assholes.
They can laugh all they want but I’m not gonna give up until Tinkerbelle is bouncing on my big, fat dick. I’ve just got to find a way through her fucking impenetrable, man-hating shield first.
Grab Bear here:
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095JKDDHS
Other Retailers:
https://books2read.com/BEARKOCMC
Stay up to date with USA Today bestselling author Carmen Jenner