Shady: MC Romance (7 page)

He heard the shower turn off and he almost groaned again, this was going to be hell being with her. Tonight would truly test his skill for patience.

*****

Slider opened the door to the club's offices. He knew Creed and Fork would be there waiting for him. And he was right, but it wasn’t just Creed and Fork, it was Easy, Poke, Shark, and Raven as well. When he entered they were all leaning back in chairs not speaking, just waiting. Fuck, this was gonna be one of those meetings.

“Come on in and sit down, man,” Fork said gruffly and he nodded. Slowly he made his way over to the group, hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see a chair in the middle of the group at this point.
Kinda like an interrogation scene from the movies
, Slider thought and then wanted to chuckle to himself, but contained it. He didn't think his brothers would appreciate it.

“What’s up?” Slider said and sat down.

“You tell us, we called you in as our cleaner and then you announce you are staying. Tell us what is going on?” Creed said smoothly.

Slider nodded and then looked at his leader, “Tired of riding around, decided I wanted to settle. You know I told you when the time came for that I was coming here. The Cali crew knew it as well, called them, explained my reasons, and they agreed you could use the help.” Slider shrugged.

Creed stared at him intently, as if he was trying to tell if he was lying or not, he wasn’t, but he also didn’t share with him his intentions about Shady yet. “Not sure that is the only reason.”

Slider sighed, yep, he was going to have to come out with it, “Cajun hooked up with me a year ago, he had already been in the club in Cali, which you know and he did time. Then decided to ride with me off and on.”

“And you decided to keep this a secret, why?” Fork asked calmly.

“Not my story to tell, let’s just say he needed time to figure some stuff out. If you want to know more, you need to ask him,” Slider said and then leaned back and crossed his arms letting them know that he wouldn’t say anything else about his friend. There was some stuff Cajun needed to tell them, it would upset the guys knowing what their military teammate went through while in captivity, and he wasn’t going to betray the confidence.

Creed stared for a minute and then nodded, “Cool, we will wait. Now we want to know where your head is about Shay. 'Cause, brother, I gotta tell you, when you left the last time, it messed her up.”

Slider frowned and leaned forward, “She ended it with me, not the other way around.”

Shark laughed loudly, “Brother, do you know her at all?”

“Yeah,” Slider ground out. He knew when he saw her this morning things weren’t as he always thought with Shady. She wasn’t the tough-as-nails bitch she claimed to be and he was an asshole for not digging deeper. He had no excuse other than the fact he was actually surprised she hadn’t been as demanding as the other women he’d been involved with. He was a selfish bastard who was just too lazy to dig deeper. For that, he would always feel like shit. Faced with the facts though about the situation, he knew he was going to have to work to gain her trust. She didn’t let shit go easy.

Shark shook his head and then leaned back, “No, you only knew the Shady she wanted you to see. When you left she was devastated, she locked herself off from everyone for months. Then when she came out of it, she refused to talk about it, only to say that she sucked at relationships.”

Slider took this in and then Raven started talking and he felt the rage beginning to build at his first words. “Shay and I have been off and on together for the last year. If you are not going to claim her, I am asking you to stand back because Kink and I are planning on talking to her about it.”

His chair flew back as he stood ready to go after his brother for even fucking thinking about claiming her. Fuck, hearing she had been with him and Kink made him see red. In his head he knew she was a free agent, he left and she was free to do what she wanted, but it still stung. Her moans and cries were to be theirs, him and Cajun had decided. He was
not
going to be in competition for their woman.

Creed and Fork stood between the two of them and Raven was grinning like a mad man, but Slider didn’t acknowledge that fact at all. He glared at the man and then ground out. “She is ours. Cajun and I have plans to claim her.”

The men chuckled around him and Slider stepped back and growled at them, he didn’t get the fucking joke. Poke threw his arm around his shoulders, then looked at the others, “See I told you we wouldn’t have to actually beat any sense into him.”

“Thank God, I really didn’t want to kick his ass.” Shark grinned and then Raven laughed loudly.

“I totally would have kicked his ass, still may.”

Slider frowned and looked at his leader and barked, “What the fuck?”

“Man, I hate being all girly and shit, but Harmony made me fucking do this,” Creed grimaced.

“Yeah,” Fork laughed. “Told us to have a hug in and shit and get this sorted 'cause Shady is her new BFF and shit, and she is worried. Apparently, they have talked about your ass and because of that, it is our fucking problem somehow. So we were told to sort this shit and now.”

“Jesus,” Slider shook his head, “turning into a fuck soap opera.”

“Don’t have to tell me that,” Easy groaned.

“Uh yeah,” Poke laughed. “Easy is in the dog house because Free was pissed she didn’t get to get in on the torture of the Diablos. Said ruining fucking Starbucks experience or some shit like that was a felony of humanity. I have no idea what she is talking about. But Easy didn’t get his morning blowjob and I did because I was sympathetic to her argument and he wasn’t.”

Easy frowned and then hit Poke on the shoulder. “Fucker, that is because you said you were taking her to the shooting range so she could learn how to protect herself in case she was at Starbucks and someone fucked with her. I swear to God if she is packing when going to get coffee, that shit is on you not me, man. I am not bailing her out.”

Fork grinned, “Not a problem. I plan to make sure the manager of Starbucks is aware of the facts of the situation. No more Diablos will be welcome in the coffee shop.”

Creed shook his head. “Can we move on from this shit?”

Slider had been listening to the conversation and still couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Finally, as the men started moving the chairs back to the desk, he asked, “Seriously, what the fuck?”

“Oh yeah, we made a circle, 'cause Harmony and Freedom said that was a safe and productive way to have an invention or some shit like that,” Fork said.

“Intervention, dumbass,” Creed laughed.

“We good?” Raven said to Slider, holding out his hand.

“Okay, wait, so you and Kink aren’t gonna claim Shay?” Slider asked, confused a little.

“Dude, I knew right when you rolled back into town that shit was over for us. I love her like a friend with benefits and yeah those benefits ended. I get it.” Raven shrugged.

“Just so we are clear,” Slider said gruffly and then took Raven's hand.

“Now,” Shark said, “just so we are clear, hurt her again and I will kick your ass.”

Slider grinned and shook his head. “Soap operas.”

“What the fuck ever,” Shark said and turned, “let’s get this shit sorted.”

*****

Dominic glared at the wall as he listened to his father screaming.

“First you shoot her, and don’t kill her, you tell me it was to make a statement. She is walking around right now, so I don’t think she got the statement you wanted to make. You were supposed to have her back in the fold by now. You know as well as I do that if she actually finds what she took, we are all in danger. What the hell are you doing? Some little biker group should be no match for our men.”

“Sir, I understand but when I arrived I realized it was not as easy as it seemed. The compound for the bikers is fortified and she doesn’t leave the fucking place without having at least five guys with her,” Dominic tried to explain calmly. “The town people are already looking at us for the last incident. We can’t afford to make any more waves if we want this pipeline.”

“I don’t give a shit about the fucking people of that pissant place. Run them all out, the ones who won’t leave kill, then we can just take over the damn town. I need the information on the fucking drive and I need it now. It contains all of the bank codes. I haven’t been able to get into them for years. We are running out of time goddammit. I don’t care what the problem is. Fucking fix it. She comes back into the fold and marries you so we can control the bitch or she dies. It is that simple. It took me enough money to track the bitch. I don’t want her to suddenly figure out what she has,” Dom’s father yelled.

Dom looked up at the ceiling trying to keep his temper in line. His father would pull him back home in a heartbeat if he thought he was failing. Dom learned his lesson when he was young not to argue with his father. He was a sadist who enjoyed displaying his power.

When he shot Francesca and the other woman, he had hoped it would scare his future wife enough to come to him, obviously he had miscalculated. He didn’t need a reminder of that.

“We are planning to infiltrate the club, it has the least security, especially in the back rooms where the dancers change. We sent someone in already to lay the groundwork. I should have her by the end of the week,” Dom said.

“You had better, because the more time that goes by, the more danger we are all in. Not only does it hold the bank records but a list of our clients that we do not need to get out,” his father said sourly and hung up on him.

Fuck, he needed to make a statement. One the bikers would understand. They protected her, but they had no idea what they were up against. Their precious clubhouse would make the perfect statement. Taking it out would go a long way to weakening the security they had on the club. Not that his little worker bee wouldn’t come through but he needed a plan to make sure that happened when he wanted it to. Another failure and his father would send someone to take over. That was not going to happen. Francesca was his, and only his. It was time she got a little reminder of that.

With a grin he pulled out the drawer on the desk, he took them everywhere he went, it made it easier to remember Francesca when he was not with her. Twelve thumb drives. He put the oldest one in and then copied it to a blank one. Pulling out an envelope, he put her name on it in bold letters.

With a sigh, he leaned back and smiled, closing his eyes, unzipping his pants, and remembering every second on the drive. Videos of them together, she had been perfect.

Chapter Six

Shit, she was tired. Dancing tonight had taken a lot out of her. It was weird, usually it helped her moods, but tonight it hadn’t. She felt the same heavy feeling of dread in her stomach that she had before she had gone to work. The only bright side to her afternoon had been Cajun.

When he saw her Beauty, he had flipped. She loved showing off her baby, especially to someone who appreciates it. She stared at him when he was looking around her room, she was attracted to him, who wouldn’t be. He had blond hair that was long and shaggy, it curled a little on the ends. He also had blue eyes, and there were piercings. And his body, damn, Slider and him looked like linebacker bookends.

“Holy shit,” Cajun had whispered when they walked out of the house to take the bike to the shop before she went to work.

“What?” Shady asked confused.

“It is the bike in the picture on your wall,” Cajun said.

“Uh yeah, it’s my bike,” Shady had laughed.

“Fucking cool ass bike,” he muttered as he walked by and looked at the tank. It was pretty cool; she loved it when people asked her about the design. And the color looked black; however, it also had a special paint job to it. So at times it looked like it changed colors. Shady had paid a mint for the paint; it was awesome. So far, she had seen it look black, dark purple, dark navy blue, and dark green. It was impressive the flakes they put into the paint to allow it to change when the sun's reflection hit it just right.

Cajun inspected every inch of her bike, exclaiming over every feature he liked. Then he pulled his around, it was awesome as well. Shady did the same with him, and for a brief moment, she completely forgot her troubles, it was fun, and by that, she meant talking about bikes was a way for her to completely forget.

Then they had taken hers into the shop where Cajun decided he wanted to get his bike detailed from riding on the road for so long. She had waited patiently while he explained exactly what he wanted done and also asked one of the guys to get something drawn up for his tank, wanting a repaint with the Ops signet on it.

After being in the shop for two hours, they walked to the club accompanied by two of the Prospects. Tiny and Hammer, apparently Creed was taking the whole guarding thing a bit far, because Cajun was in charge of making sure she was safe, and the others were in charge of making sure they had backup in case something went down.

At the club, Shady had tried to tell Cajun that he couldn’t come back to the changing area, they had a new stripper named Sahara. That
did not
fly at all, and she spent more time arguing with Cajun about the situation than actually getting ready, she lost the argument, then was rushed to get ready for her first set. It sucked when she wasn’t completely in the zone to let herself go. Instead, she was irritated and it probably showed in her dancing.

During her dance, she realized it was because having the guards made the situation right up in her face, which meant she thought about Dom a lot. She hated to think about him, because she didn’t want to imagine actually seeing him again. It made her tense, because she knew it wouldn't be pleasant.

Now she was home, in the safety of her room and she was trying to relax. It was hard considering the thoughts flowing through her head. The one in the forefront was what the fuck was she going to do about Dom. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time, because seriously, he had been here for months and Dom wasn’t a patient man—and neither was his father. So she knew this was going to come to a head sooner rather than later, and she didn’t want any of the club to be hurt. It would suck and she would be devastated because it would be her fault. Damn it, why couldn’t they fucking just die.