in
our backyard and I’l be damned before I let any fuckers come here and take a shit in it.
This bar is owned by a brother’s elderly relatives. They’ve been good people and
always welcomed the Breed. Tell me, how welcome will we be the next time we come
to town? Not to mention when the brother finds out what happened, he’s going to be
looking for someone’s blood.”
Race stood up straight and began walking to the door, saying over his shoulder to
Billy and Elton, “Get the Prospects to clean it up in here, and Bam, take Glimmer and
his boys back to the distil ery, they need to sleep it off, we’l settle this tomorrow.”
War followed him out. His knuckles were bleeding from connecting with Les’s teeth,
but he wiped the droplets on his jeans and kept walking. Those ignorant fucks didn’t
give him the fight he was looking for, and if he considered the mood he’d been in to start
with, they got off lightly.
Race was mounting up, and he was ready to follow suit, when he saw the Prospects
holding up the brick wall by the alley. One was faced toward the back of the building,
and his companion was grinning from the side profile War could see. He stomped over
to the men and they straightened up and faced him.
“Okay, what the fucks more important to you? Watching the bikes, or getting the
hel beat out of you for not watching them?”
The young men flushed, and when Trainer stood up straighter, War thought for a
minute that he might get to work some more of the mad out of his system. If the boy
wanted an ass whipping, he’d be challenging the right man for it. Instead the kid jerked
his thumb back toward the alley, so War side stepped around them and looked for
himself.
Seeing the two women lying back on blankets pillowing their upper bodies, and
recognizing those bodies gave him the reason for their distraction. River’s shirt had
slipped the top half of the buttons, and her ample tits were daring a man to bury his face
between them. The lace cups only added enticement to the urge, and he balled up his
fists to keep from reaching out to her and helping himself. Maisey was curled up on her
side facing the wall of the vehicle, but her ass was hanging halfway out of the cheek
baring shorts she was wearing.
The sound of Race’s scoot start up made River twitch, when he twisted the throttle,
she sat straight up wondering what was happening. It took seconds for her to focus on
a pair of jean-clad legs and an impressive bulge behind the tight denim, for her to
realize that she must have fallen asleep. She reluctantly looked further up at the man
standing over the back of the van, and saw War staring back at her with that same look
he wore earlier today at the clubhouse.
She realized he wasn’t looking at her face when she sat up. She looked down to
where she thought his eyes were staring, and gasped. Shit, her damn shirt had come
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undone and he was getting an eyeful of her breasts. She grabbed the sides of the shirt
and began buttoning it up, making a mess of the row, and had to start over when she
realized she still had two buttons without holes to put them in. She had to break the
silence, that stare and the way he licked his lips, tempted her beyond where she wanted
to go right now. Especially given the place and the company watching to see what
would happen.
War beat her to the punch. “The next time I find you like this I’m gonna take what’s
offered. I won’t give a shit where, or who’s watching.” He stepped back and added,
“Go home, and take her with you, the boys will do clean up and lock it up for you
tonight.”
She hopped down from the van and started to demand to be allowed inside the bar
now, but his next words stopped her.
“Do not fuck with me. I told you to go home. Do I need to take you there myself? I
can guarantee that I’ll keep you there for the night, and probably most of tomorrow.
our backyard and I’l be damned before I let any fuckers come here and take a shit in it.
This bar is owned by a brother’s elderly relatives. They’ve been good people and
always welcomed the Breed. Tell me, how welcome will we be the next time we come
to town? Not to mention when the brother finds out what happened, he’s going to be
looking for someone’s blood.”
Race stood up straight and began walking to the door, saying over his shoulder to
Billy and Elton, “Get the Prospects to clean it up in here, and Bam, take Glimmer and
his boys back to the distil ery, they need to sleep it off, we’l settle this tomorrow.”
War followed him out. His knuckles were bleeding from connecting with Les’s teeth,
but he wiped the droplets on his jeans and kept walking. Those ignorant fucks didn’t
give him the fight he was looking for, and if he considered the mood he’d been in to start
with, they got off lightly.
Race was mounting up, and he was ready to follow suit, when he saw the Prospects
holding up the brick wall by the alley. One was faced toward the back of the building,
and his companion was grinning from the side profile War could see. He stomped over
to the men and they straightened up and faced him.
“Okay, what the fucks more important to you? Watching the bikes, or getting the
hel beat out of you for not watching them?”
The young men flushed, and when Trainer stood up straighter, War thought for a
minute that he might get to work some more of the mad out of his system. If the boy
wanted an ass whipping, he’d be challenging the right man for it. Instead the kid jerked
his thumb back toward the alley, so War side stepped around them and looked for
himself.
Seeing the two women lying back on blankets pillowing their upper bodies, and
recognizing those bodies gave him the reason for their distraction. River’s shirt had
slipped the top half of the buttons, and her ample tits were daring a man to bury his face
between them. The lace cups only added enticement to the urge, and he balled up his
fists to keep from reaching out to her and helping himself. Maisey was curled up on her
side facing the wall of the vehicle, but her ass was hanging halfway out of the cheek
baring shorts she was wearing.
The sound of Race’s scoot start up made River twitch, when he twisted the throttle,
she sat straight up wondering what was happening. It took seconds for her to focus on
a pair of jean-clad legs and an impressive bulge behind the tight denim, for her to
realize that she must have fallen asleep. She reluctantly looked further up at the man
standing over the back of the van, and saw War staring back at her with that same look
he wore earlier today at the clubhouse.
She realized he wasn’t looking at her face when she sat up. She looked down to
where she thought his eyes were staring, and gasped. Shit, her damn shirt had come
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undone and he was getting an eyeful of her breasts. She grabbed the sides of the shirt
and began buttoning it up, making a mess of the row, and had to start over when she
realized she still had two buttons without holes to put them in. She had to break the
silence, that stare and the way he licked his lips, tempted her beyond where she wanted
to go right now. Especially given the place and the company watching to see what
would happen.
War beat her to the punch. “The next time I find you like this I’m gonna take what’s
offered. I won’t give a shit where, or who’s watching.” He stepped back and added,
“Go home, and take her with you, the boys will do clean up and lock it up for you
tonight.”
She hopped down from the van and started to demand to be allowed inside the bar
now, but his next words stopped her.
“Do not fuck with me. I told you to go home. Do I need to take you there myself? I
can guarantee that I’ll keep you there for the night, and probably most of tomorrow.
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