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Authors: Selene Chardou
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first place because he’s a sexist fuckin’ prick.”
Linx kissed the side of Trista’s forehead and held her close, inhaling a mixture of vanilla and freesia. “Yeah, he’s that too, but I can’t say I’m sorry you’re not goin’. I would be worried about you the whole time and if I’m too busy thinkin’ about you, I can’t do my job properly. There’s nothing wrong with you stayin’ here at the clubhouse until I get back. You’re safer here than any other place, you feel me?”
“Yeah, I’m feelin’ you all right but first I need some chronic and a couple glasses of Macallan. Someone has got to be holdin’ some grade-A shit around here and I’m not givin’ up till I find it.”
“Follow me.” Linx grabbed her hand and led her to a game room where a fifty-inch television was mounted to the wall and several of the brothers from the club played Mine Craft while other young couples necked, smoked and drank while chatting animatedly with one another.
“Trista, Linx—over here!” Naomi shouted as Ronan rolled his eyes. Quinn sat next to a gorgeous brunette with creamy skin, wide steel blue eyes and small Irish features. They all passed around joints and while the two women held bottles of Bud Ice, the guys were taking shots from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Cillian and Gisela entered and took a seat cater-corner to them next to a couple that were all over each other to the point where it might have been a good idea for them to get a room.
“Hey, you two—cut that shit out. Some of us wanna keep our liquor down.” Cillian slapped the girl on her arm and she finally separated from the man she was pawing.
Linx poured himself a shot of Jack Daniels and took a shot while Naomi lit up a joint for Trista. He looked up and recognized the young woman as Maeve “Misty” Cox, the only girl in a family full of boys and the guy she was with as someone who shouldn’t have been there.
“What. The. Fuck.” Trista grabbed Linx’s wrist as her face turned a fierce crimson and her blue eyes slowly grew colder than an Eskimo’s dick. “ That motherfucker.”
Linx knew it was too late. It was on and he could only hope he could keep her calm enough not to blow his cover because one way or another, the man in question was going to get an earful.
Naomi looked from Trista to Linx and back again, her brown eyes wide with concern. “What’s the matter?”
“What the fuck is a Demon’s Bastard doing in a Lucifer Saints clubhouse during lockdown?”
All the sudden, every pair of eyes in their vicinity were on the two of them and Linx could only hope the blowback his wife was about to cause wouldn’t be enough to do major damage the night before he had to leave for Northern Ireland.
Chapter Nine
I WAS ABOUT to blow and I could barely keep my temper in check.
Seated no more than fifteen feet with his arm wrapped around Misty’s slim waist was Clooney, aka Marcus Hinton, the U.S. Marshall who’d managed to infiltrate the Demon’s Bastards MC.
Cillian glared at me with hard blue eyes. “Misty and Clooney have been dating for six months. It’s not the best situation as far as I’m concerned but it keeps the peace between the Bastards and the Saints. What the hell do you care, anyway? You weren’t even part of the equation until your man was voted in and started wearin’ the cut.”
Clooney did a double-take before his cold gray eyes looked back at Misty and smiled at her before he kissed her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed out loud as they both stood and began to stumble out of the game room.
“Yeah, fuck off and don’t bother to tell your new girlfriend you used to fuck me!” I screamed, my hands balled into small fists though I refused to cry because the motherfucker wasn’t worth one of my fucking tears.
“She knows you were a lousy fuckin’ screw.” Clooney smirked before he grabbed her ass and
Linx kissed the side of Trista’s forehead and held her close, inhaling a mixture of vanilla and freesia. “Yeah, he’s that too, but I can’t say I’m sorry you’re not goin’. I would be worried about you the whole time and if I’m too busy thinkin’ about you, I can’t do my job properly. There’s nothing wrong with you stayin’ here at the clubhouse until I get back. You’re safer here than any other place, you feel me?”
“Yeah, I’m feelin’ you all right but first I need some chronic and a couple glasses of Macallan. Someone has got to be holdin’ some grade-A shit around here and I’m not givin’ up till I find it.”
“Follow me.” Linx grabbed her hand and led her to a game room where a fifty-inch television was mounted to the wall and several of the brothers from the club played Mine Craft while other young couples necked, smoked and drank while chatting animatedly with one another.
“Trista, Linx—over here!” Naomi shouted as Ronan rolled his eyes. Quinn sat next to a gorgeous brunette with creamy skin, wide steel blue eyes and small Irish features. They all passed around joints and while the two women held bottles of Bud Ice, the guys were taking shots from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Cillian and Gisela entered and took a seat cater-corner to them next to a couple that were all over each other to the point where it might have been a good idea for them to get a room.
“Hey, you two—cut that shit out. Some of us wanna keep our liquor down.” Cillian slapped the girl on her arm and she finally separated from the man she was pawing.
Linx poured himself a shot of Jack Daniels and took a shot while Naomi lit up a joint for Trista. He looked up and recognized the young woman as Maeve “Misty” Cox, the only girl in a family full of boys and the guy she was with as someone who shouldn’t have been there.
“What. The. Fuck.” Trista grabbed Linx’s wrist as her face turned a fierce crimson and her blue eyes slowly grew colder than an Eskimo’s dick. “ That motherfucker.”
Linx knew it was too late. It was on and he could only hope he could keep her calm enough not to blow his cover because one way or another, the man in question was going to get an earful.
Naomi looked from Trista to Linx and back again, her brown eyes wide with concern. “What’s the matter?”
“What the fuck is a Demon’s Bastard doing in a Lucifer Saints clubhouse during lockdown?”
All the sudden, every pair of eyes in their vicinity were on the two of them and Linx could only hope the blowback his wife was about to cause wouldn’t be enough to do major damage the night before he had to leave for Northern Ireland.
Chapter Nine
I WAS ABOUT to blow and I could barely keep my temper in check.
Seated no more than fifteen feet with his arm wrapped around Misty’s slim waist was Clooney, aka Marcus Hinton, the U.S. Marshall who’d managed to infiltrate the Demon’s Bastards MC.
Cillian glared at me with hard blue eyes. “Misty and Clooney have been dating for six months. It’s not the best situation as far as I’m concerned but it keeps the peace between the Bastards and the Saints. What the hell do you care, anyway? You weren’t even part of the equation until your man was voted in and started wearin’ the cut.”
Clooney did a double-take before his cold gray eyes looked back at Misty and smiled at her before he kissed her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed out loud as they both stood and began to stumble out of the game room.
“Yeah, fuck off and don’t bother to tell your new girlfriend you used to fuck me!” I screamed, my hands balled into small fists though I refused to cry because the motherfucker wasn’t worth one of my fucking tears.
“She knows you were a lousy fuckin’ screw.” Clooney smirked before he grabbed her ass and
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