Fantastic.
The fucking Bay Charter of the Unseen are here.
Just what I fucking need.
I could go inside and see the lot of them. I could spend a few hours drinking with the Boar and his crew, trying to soak up any little clues and signs about the rat problem. I could do my fucking job, the job I’ve had a handle on my entire life, but the fucking second my eyes landed on Angel everything fucking changed.
I think about turning my bike around and heading straight back to the fucking Boulevard but instead I perch my ass on my bike and cuss myself and the curse right the fuck out because it’s happening already. I’m already feeling that fucking noose around my neck choking the life outta me and it’s only been a fucking hour since I laid eyes on her.
How the fuck does Rue live like this?
Instead, I clear my calendar.
I'd been meaning to do a full audit of The Boulevard and finding myself fucking 'struck by a pair of tits with a mean right hook just has me moving that shit forward a couple of weeks.
When I make my way through the clubhouse Farrah waves at me, all coaxing fingers and pouty lips just how I like, but my dick says no fucking thanks.
I'm not fucking happy about it.
"Why don't you wanna come play with me? It's been forever."
Fuck it. I glare at her. "It ain't the time, I've got shit to do. Go find someone else to fuck."
The pout goes from seductive to hurt in a split second. Fucking 'struck, I don't need this kinda shit messing up my life. "Don't look at me like that, I've got a job to do around here that isn't getting on my knees. Find someone who's interested."
She storms off and half the bar starts whooping and jeering at her little old tantrum.
"Since fucking when do you say no to Farrah? Your dick broken or something?" Hawk says with a laugh and I give him a look.
"Good fucking morning to you too. Is Mom around? I need to talk to her about Trink."
That wipes the grin off of his face. "What the hell is she up to now? I'm gonna have to lock her in the fucking house at this rate."
It would be helpful to me if he did. "She's been skipping school again. I'm gonna have Speck start following her around. Law's been doing it but he's got his own classes to get to."
Hawk rolls his shoulders back and grunts at me. "Shouldn't be using club resources for this shit. The girl needs to pull her fucking head in."
I shrug at him and check I've got everything I need. Keys, wallet, guns, a knife strapped to my belt and my phone. Ready as ever for a quiet night out in Coldstone. "She's a Callaghan. What exactly were you expecting? We're lucky she hasn't run off to another club to shake her ass on tables and do lines in the bathroom."
He winces and glances around. "Fuck, don't talk like that. It'll just give her fucking ideas. You were too fucking easy, kid. Makes being her pops that much fucking harder."
I scoff and leave him to his drink, jogging down the steps and over to my hog. It's a thing of fucking beauty, custom built by me and Rue over the last couple of years. He's the grease monkey, never happy unless his hands are covered in oil and there's something in pieces in his garage. I'm the tech guy. Too fucking smart not to go to college but I made for-fucking-sure the club knew where my head was at before I left.
I live and bleed for the Unseen.
I'd die for my brothers.
Going to college meant I could learn how the hell to keep us safer. It means I now know how to build security systems from the ground up. I can rig up fucking anything my club needs and if I can't, I know someone who can for the right price. I might not be able to build a rat finding machine but I can put in enough cameras and mics to catch the fuckers out.
There isn't an inch of the clubhouse or MC property I haven't got ears on.
Makes it easier to find out exactly who Angel Valleti really is because I’m going to learn everything there is to know about the stripper who’s ‘struck me and then I’ll get her the fuck outta Coldstone and my club.
No way I’m losing everything to some piece of ass.
The roar of the engine is loud in the quiet, still air of the night. I pass Alby shutting up his garage as I pull out of the compound, Posey dancing around the old Comet in those tiny jean shorts of hers that I'm sure haunt Rue's dreams.
That shit used to make me laugh... not so much right now.
Speck gives me a look when I arrive at the club, flicking his cigarette to the ground and slouching his way over to me like this whole fucking night is just a normal Tuesday.
“Nothing’s happened since you were gone, asshole. No need to ride up in here looking for blood.”
I shrug and swing off of the motorbike. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on her?”
He groans and rubs a hand over his face. “I got Mike watching her while I escorted a few dickheads out. Shouldn’t you be at the clubhouse with the Bay charter?”
“Change of plans. I have audits to do and I need you to tail Trink for a few days, figure out where the fuck she's been going."
He groans. "Fuck, I think I'd rather stick nails in my eyeballs than follow her ass around. Do I have the club's permission to kill whatever asshole she's sneaking around with?"
I wish. "Just don't fucking lose her. Don't interfere or start a fucking riot, just get me the fucking intel and I'll sort her out."
He nods and rolls his shoulders back. He's the shortest out of the cousins but he's already fucking stacked, too many nights of working out instead of studying for school. He barely graduated, only walked the stage because Mom told him she'd tan his fucking ass if he flunked out.
She's followed through with her threats on us boys enough for him to pull his fucking head in. Trink needs a little more of that shit to get her head back into line but, fuck, I think Mom's attention was just a little too preoccupied by her own antics to remember that her daughter is still a descendant of Rogan Callaghan, the original Unseen MC Prez. The man who built the pipeline and ruled the Dirty South with nothing but a revolver and his old hog.
"I'll let Diamond know I'm out. She likes having me around, Dustin isn't pulling his weight now Maddy had the baby."
Fucking babies. Bitches and babies, a single drop of sweat works its way down my spine.
I have no fucking time for that shit. None. Zero. Another fucking reason this 'struck bullshit needs to disappear. I don't need to be locked down by a woman who comes with some asshole's babies. Strippers always come with baggage and I'd put money on Angel having some asshole ex.
She’s too fucking hot not to.
I try to keep my mind on the topic at hand because the tone of his voice has alarm bells ringing in my fucking head. "Diamond likes having you round because she wants a patch. She doesn't give a fuck who she gets that shit from, she just wants to be in the life. Stay the fuck away from her and if you can't help yourself, stick to blowjobs. Just a little advice from your blood."
He grins and shrugs. "Maybe I don't give a fuck about whether or not she's into me. Maybe I just want a warm hole and a great set of tits to blow all over."
I shake my head at the asshole because he’s gotta get his head outta his ass over this shit soon. There’s this mindless greed that the girls around here have because all of Coldstone know who we are and what we deal in. There isn't a member in the charter that's having money troubles, the average cut for a single weapons run is more than most folk make in a year.