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Murphy.
Expectation is written all over each of their faces.
SNEAK PEEK #2
Tattered on My Sleeve
Lost Kings MC #4
Wrath and Trinity
(Unedited and subject to change)
Copyright Autumn Jones Lake
Eight Years Ago
Once I got over the shock of seeing the new bartender at the Blue Fox Tavern, I slipped on my disinterested face. My brothers, Rock and Zero were right behind me. Brothers by choice. As in we belonged to the same MC, but to me the bond we shared flowed deeper than any blood relation.
The three of us sat down at the bar. Blue Fox was one of the only biker hangouts that would allow colors as long as we all behaved. I’m not sure how the bright little blonde beauty planned to keep things orderly.
She approached us with a sweet, bubbly demeanor, but those eyes roamed over us, assessing the level of danger we posed.“Hey, guys, what can I get you?”
Her gaze skipped to our cuts and I watched as she zeroed in on each of our patches. She looked me over last and holy fuck when our eyes met, a zap of electricity shot straight through me. For just a second that hard, calculating gleam in her softened into something vulnerable.
The moment passed and she swung her gaze back to Rock, whose patch read President.
“Scotch neat, please sweetheart,” he asked. His eyes were busy assessing her as well, but I didn’t get the feeling he wanted to take her in the back room and fuck her like he did with just about every chick he met.
As the Vice President, she took Z’s order next. Finally, she returned to me.
“Sargent at Arms, huh? So you’re the Wrecking Ball?”
A slow grin spread across my face, I liked her.“I’ve been called worse.”
“I’m sure you have. What would you like?”
“Jack Daniels, neat.”
The three of us were silent while we watched her work. Slapping the drinks down with a tired smile, she glanced at the clock. She turned back to us and cocked her head, checking out our officer patches again.
“You have a shakeup in leadership? Your patches are so squeaky clean,” she teased in a husky voice.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Rock asked.
“Trinity! I’m so sorry, I’m late!”
A short, excessively curvy, brunette jiggled into the space behind the bar. She’d stuffed herself into some sort of hot pink tube top thing that didn’t flatter her as much as she probably thought.
“It’s okay, Storm,” the blonde answered, even though her expression said otherwise.
Storm? Aw, fuck.
As if she heard my thought, Storm turned her big, brown, doe-eyed gaze our way and shrieked.
“Oh, Trinity! These are the guys I was telling you about.” She yanked the blonde over to us by the elbow. She zeroed in on Z right away, which is unfortunate for her, because he is strictly hit-it-and-quit-it. Rock and I picked up a definite undercurrent of desperation with this broad and had so far managed to steer clear, even though we let her party at our clubhouse.
Trinity seemed less than impressed and I wonder what sort of stories Storm has been spinning about us.
“Can I stop by after work, guys?” Storm asked.
Rock was quick to answer.“No. Tomorrow, there will be a full house. Stop by then, hon.”
Her face fell, then brightened at the invitation. I glanced down the bar at Z who looked ready to choke our prez. I couldn’t wait to give him shit later.
I finished my drink and got up to take a walk around the place. Rock’s meeting with a crew we don’t really trust, so I want to check things out before they get here.
The back corner booth is where I wanted the meeting to go down. As I pulled a chair over, a breathy voice behind me called out.“Hold on, I haven’t cleaned that yet.”
Trinity rushed over with a rag and wiped the most recent stickiness from the table top. I’m only human, so while she’s busy cleaning, I checked out her pleasantly round ass. I thought it would fit my hands perfectly. For a biker chick she’s awfully conservative. I spotted what
Expectation is written all over each of their faces.
SNEAK PEEK #2
Tattered on My Sleeve
Lost Kings MC #4
Wrath and Trinity
(Unedited and subject to change)
Copyright Autumn Jones Lake
Eight Years Ago
Once I got over the shock of seeing the new bartender at the Blue Fox Tavern, I slipped on my disinterested face. My brothers, Rock and Zero were right behind me. Brothers by choice. As in we belonged to the same MC, but to me the bond we shared flowed deeper than any blood relation.
The three of us sat down at the bar. Blue Fox was one of the only biker hangouts that would allow colors as long as we all behaved. I’m not sure how the bright little blonde beauty planned to keep things orderly.
She approached us with a sweet, bubbly demeanor, but those eyes roamed over us, assessing the level of danger we posed.“Hey, guys, what can I get you?”
Her gaze skipped to our cuts and I watched as she zeroed in on each of our patches. She looked me over last and holy fuck when our eyes met, a zap of electricity shot straight through me. For just a second that hard, calculating gleam in her softened into something vulnerable.
The moment passed and she swung her gaze back to Rock, whose patch read President.
“Scotch neat, please sweetheart,” he asked. His eyes were busy assessing her as well, but I didn’t get the feeling he wanted to take her in the back room and fuck her like he did with just about every chick he met.
As the Vice President, she took Z’s order next. Finally, she returned to me.
“Sargent at Arms, huh? So you’re the Wrecking Ball?”
A slow grin spread across my face, I liked her.“I’ve been called worse.”
“I’m sure you have. What would you like?”
“Jack Daniels, neat.”
The three of us were silent while we watched her work. Slapping the drinks down with a tired smile, she glanced at the clock. She turned back to us and cocked her head, checking out our officer patches again.
“You have a shakeup in leadership? Your patches are so squeaky clean,” she teased in a husky voice.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Rock asked.
“Trinity! I’m so sorry, I’m late!”
A short, excessively curvy, brunette jiggled into the space behind the bar. She’d stuffed herself into some sort of hot pink tube top thing that didn’t flatter her as much as she probably thought.
“It’s okay, Storm,” the blonde answered, even though her expression said otherwise.
Storm? Aw, fuck.
As if she heard my thought, Storm turned her big, brown, doe-eyed gaze our way and shrieked.
“Oh, Trinity! These are the guys I was telling you about.” She yanked the blonde over to us by the elbow. She zeroed in on Z right away, which is unfortunate for her, because he is strictly hit-it-and-quit-it. Rock and I picked up a definite undercurrent of desperation with this broad and had so far managed to steer clear, even though we let her party at our clubhouse.
Trinity seemed less than impressed and I wonder what sort of stories Storm has been spinning about us.
“Can I stop by after work, guys?” Storm asked.
Rock was quick to answer.“No. Tomorrow, there will be a full house. Stop by then, hon.”
Her face fell, then brightened at the invitation. I glanced down the bar at Z who looked ready to choke our prez. I couldn’t wait to give him shit later.
I finished my drink and got up to take a walk around the place. Rock’s meeting with a crew we don’t really trust, so I want to check things out before they get here.
The back corner booth is where I wanted the meeting to go down. As I pulled a chair over, a breathy voice behind me called out.“Hold on, I haven’t cleaned that yet.”
Trinity rushed over with a rag and wiped the most recent stickiness from the table top. I’m only human, so while she’s busy cleaning, I checked out her pleasantly round ass. I thought it would fit my hands perfectly. For a biker chick she’s awfully conservative. I spotted what
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