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"Alright, Brat. You’ve got my support. Always."
Pixie and Razor echoed my words.
Brat smiled, relief evident on her face. "Thanks, girls. We’re going to need all the help we can get."
Chapter 3
Boiler
Leaning back in my chair, my feet up, I watched the smoke from Riptide’s cigarette curling up towards the ceiling in a hazy spiral. The clubhouse hummed with an alien energy. All calm and shit. A truce? Hell on Heelz and the Seville Slayers, sitting in the same damn room without trying to kill each other. Fucking unheard of.
But no doubt, the meeting was on, Rage and Riptide doing most of the talking. My president was playing nice with these bitches for some pussy. Clown-haired girl named Brat who was a goddamned biker princess. At least his marriage to the Heel would buy us some clout with the big dogs in the biker world.
The girl’s daddy was prez of a much bigger club, the Asphalt Gods MC. Once upon a time Slayers were merely weekenders here in Seville, Florida, then we were under that club’s big evil thumb. Gods were all over the country. We fought hard for our independence and won. But Riptide said we had the chance to become allies while keeping our independence.
Even so, I barely listened. My mind drifted back to that horrible night on the desolate road when my brother Chugg lost his life. Speaking of pussy, there was Tank saving my ass, patching me up while we waited for the ambulance. Fucking years ago. Bitch been my enemy ever since. And I wasn’t only being derogatory about my sworn enemy. Tank called herself that, a biker bitch. Not just that, she fucking owned it.
Woman was one of the Heelz Enforcers, I knew, even if these broads didn’t advertise their roles past the President. Muscle was the part she played, and she nailed it.
I spotted her across the room, talking to one of her sisters. Her platinum blond hair and inked skin stood out against the rough, wooden backdrop of our clubhouse. But it was her amazing tits and her height that always caught my attention. I was a big man, six-five, so Tank who was nearly six feet towered over her sisters still couldn’t look me in the eye.
Truth was, Tank was fierce, but fucking beautiful, unapproachable, every bit the biker bitch she was known to be. But deep down, I knew better. I’d seen the woman behind the walls, the one who’d stayed with me through my pain, despite her allegiance to her sisters. It wasn’t just my physical wounds she’d tended to. Her act of kindness, it coming from an enemy, had messed with my head more than all my battle scars.
My prez flicked his cigarette onto the floor, the ember dying out with a sizzle.
Rage made a face. “Just make sure you don’t treat our Roost like an ashtray.” These women were already complaining, trying to change our ways. I opened my mouth to say as much but thought better of it. I didn’t want to break the peace as soon as it started.
The ceasefire was supposed to make things easier, but seeing Tank now, under the pretense of peace, just made my feelings much more complicated. We had a shared past, unspoken but heavy between us, and it wasn’t something I could just ignore.
Riptide’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Boiler, you paying attention?”
I grunted in response, not bothering to hide my annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. We’re all friends now. Kumbaya. I got it.”
Rage shot me a look, her eyes hard. “This truce isn’t a joke, Boiler. We need to make it work.”
“Respect is earned, not given.”
Riptide knocked my feet off the table. “You either ride with us on this one or get left in the dust.”
“I’ll ride,” I answered him.
Rage spoke, “You mess with one of us, you mess with the whole damn club. That’s something we can agree on. Right, it goes both ways. So, this isn’t going to be easy.”
I inclined my head, more to shut her up than anything else. My eyes kept drifting back to Tank. The way she moved, the way she held herself, it was like she was daring anyone to challenge her. And damn if that didn’t stir something in my pants. I wanted to dominate her, to make her submit to me, just once.
After the meeting wrapped up, I made my way over to her. “Yo, Tank,” I called out, my voice so deep it sounded foreign.
She turned, her big blue eyes locking onto mine. “Boiler,” she acknowledged, her tone as cool as ice as she raised her chin and stood straighter.
My eyes naturally fell to her tits. Fuck, I could get lost in them. I stepped closer, lowering my voice even more. “We need to talk.”
Her finger was moving as if to raise my chin. “About what?”
I met her eyes again. “About that night,” I said, the words heavy with meaning.
She crossed her arms, her expression guarded as she looked around. Jutting her head, she zipped around a corner.
Smirking, I followed.
