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“You’ve always been like sons to me,” Cash said. “Both of you.”
I’ve hidden my feelings for so long, afraid of letting anyone in, in case they got too close.
“I never wanted to join this club,” I admit. “Though now I’m thinkin’ you need me more than ever.”
Cash snorts. “Is that so?”
I’ve been thinking of getting investors into my business to try to expand. I never even dreamed the Rebels would be interested. I don’t have the extra cash to buy more trucks. That shit costs money. And the club has never done wrong by either of us.
“Hackin’ is what I’m good at, let’s face it.”
“You sure you won’t miss drivin’ trucks?” Jett scoffs.
I give him an eye roll. “Like a hole in the head.”
We’ve been on better terms lately, but after I took a bullet for him, things changed with my brother. We’ve made changes and now we’re close again. I’ve always wanted what’s best for him, believing he was better without me, but he’s made it clear that I’m a part of his life, no matter what. Now he has his ol’ lady, Summer, who I adore. I'd say my little brother has it made…and for the first time in a long time, I’m happy…
I take a piss and run the shower for a minute before stepping in.
I don’t live at the clubhouse, instead I’ve opted to live in the apartment above the truck shop. It’s not ideal, but it’s a waste of money getting a place when I spend half my time at the clubhouse anyway. Plus, I don’t have an ol’ lady and don’t plan to rectify that anytime soon.
Pussy isn’t hard to get, especially at the clubhouse.
The Rebels MC has an array of women who come and go from the club. Most of them are just there for the bikers, but some like the added perks that come with the job. Free grub. Booze. And dick. Pretty much in that order.
I said I’d never join the MC, but that was before my life turned upside down and went from bad to worse. The only thing that mattered was making good with Jett again after our grandmother died. We came full circle and I’m glad. I was also glad when he finally had the guts to take Summer as his. He crushed on her for years when she lived in Arizona, but was too chickenshit to do anything about it.
I chuckle when I think about the time I sat at the bar and Summer didn’t know we were twins, namely because he never told her, and she wrapped her arms around me one day and kissed me. Of course, I didn’t know who she was then, but she sure as fuck didn’t fit the title of a sweet butt.
To say Jett wasn’t too happy about it was an understatement. Summer’s embarrassment over her error, however, was priceless and something we still laugh about. Not that Jett joins in on the funny side of it.
We get along well, and I like her for my brother. She’s calm and patient and doesn’t cause any drama. When my time comes to find my ol’ lady, I’ve often wondered what will come my way. I’ll know when I find her, that’s what they say, anyway.
I glance at my phone and see several texts from Cash.
Great.
That’s all I fuckin’ need on a Monday morning.
I’ve been sharing an office with Jett while we’ve been installing surveillance cameras around all the club’s businesses, as well as doing my own detective work when the club needs it. I shouldn’t be so good at it, hence the reason I haven’t been at my own shop for a while.
I soap up my body and ignore my morning wood that won’t quit. I don’t have time for that, but since I haven’t been getting any snatch lately, my balls are telling me I’m gonna have to do something about it soon.
I shower quickly, dry myself and get dressed, tying my hair back into a short ponytail.
By the time I head out, it’s almost eight.
My new receptionist is being trained by my old receptionist Luna, the club’s Sergeant at Arms’ ol’ lady. Tag is one mean motherfucker, but his ol’ lady gives him a run for his money. It won’t be long until she’s running things with Jas, the club’s accountant, whose office is next to mine and Jett’s. She keeps everything under control, as well as the Road Captain, Hawk, her old man.
I smile to myself as I think about all the brothers tied down to one pussy. Not saying that one woman ain’t good, but I’m just getting started in the club. There ain’t no way I’m settling down with one woman when there’s scantily clad women throwing themselves at me whenever there’s a party or a get-together.
I jump on my sled, something I treated myself to after I got my half of the inheritance. Even before I joined the MC, I’ve always shared Jett’s love of Harleys. I never dreamed I’d have one of my own.
I take the short trip across town and park my Harley in front of the clubhouse.
Cash is in the meeting room we call church; it’s where all important decisions are made.
I’m not one of the committee members, so I don’t get to sit in on any of the meetings, but Jett pretty much fills me in on everything anyway.
