“No, but you’re going to, and they’ll be better off for it.”
“It won’t be easy, and Tony is not going to like me barging in and taking over, especially after the last time he came to me and I flipped him off. I was pissed, but then my father fucking broke into my house to come after me. Now, I want more than justice. I want his fucking head on a fucking spike, and I’m going to take down every last fucking traitor who helped him attack the Midnight Saints. Tony and I can get over our differences. Hell, we might even like each other in the end.”
I probably shouldn’t have put it that way to Eric. The bleeding heart never did get over us.
“You don’t plan to be his lady, do you? ‘Cause, well, now that the Keepers and Saints are allies, I was hoping you and I could give us another shot.”
“Eric, we were just dumb kids.”
“So?”
“So, we’re grown ass adults now, and I don’t have time for romance shit right now. I’m trying to deal with my father and stop a fucking war.”
“Who said anything about romance shit?” He pulled me to him, wrapped his arms around me, and cupped my breasts with one hand while his other slid over my tight pants between my legs. “I know a place we can go where no one will see us,” he whispered in my ear. My body screamed ‘hell yeah’, but I knew I had to keep my head in the game, and as much as I wanted Eric to screw my brains out, I couldn’t give in . . . not yet.
Reluctantly, I peeled his hand away and took a step out of reach.
“Not now,” I said, my body still tingling from his touch. I took that moment to look around at all the people enjoying the sunshine.
They were oblivious to the fact that a war was coming.
He paused, not hiding his disappointment or the boner he had given himself when he groped me. “Thursday night, then, at the bar. I don’t need a discounted whore, I want you. You say we’re over, that we were just kids, I’m asking for a chance to prove we can be more now.”
“Eric, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. Believe it or not, fucking is the last thing on my mind. If I stop to fuck, someone could get hurt, or worse. I have to prove myself and fucking isn’t the way to do that right now. As for the bar on Thursday, I might make an appearance, if I’m not too busy.”
“Well, if you do, I’ll buy the first round, and then we can go in the bathroom and fuck for old times’ sake.”
“You’re not listening.” I threw up my hands and marched away. He ran after me.
“I’m listening. You got four days between now and Thursday to deal with your shit. Then, on Thursday, we can fuck. There will be plenty of guys around to watch our backs for fifteen minutes.”
“Won’t they be too busy screwing the whores?” I didn’t want to admit I was worried, but we had already been attacked once at the bar. It was a public place, easy access. Of course, with two biker clubs together in one night, not even the Shadow Order would dare attack. The Crypt Keepers would have the numbers.
“No promises, okay?” We reached my bike and I straddled it. I couldn’t help but arch my back and tease him a little. He licked his lips. It did remind me of old times, which made me both reminisce and fill with regrets at the way I had used him.
Eric was a good guy, a great fuck, and an even better boyfriend. And even though I had told him at the time it was pretend for my safety, he had still done his damnedest to tie me down.
He almost succeeded.
“Get your sexy ass out of here before I can’t control myself.”
“Bye, Eric!” I whipped out my cell phone, an indication I was done talking to him. He lingered for a moment.
“See ya around, Kara.” I watched his sweet ass walk across the park till I couldn’t see it any longer. Then I made my call. My decision was made. I was done being afraid. Done hiding in the shadows. It was time to prove myself to my father.
He turned his back on the Midnight Saints, so it was the perfect chance to get in, take over, and show him that his little girl wasn’t just a worthless whore but also a smart bitch who could run the baddest MC around. All those defectors would come crawling back.
I would send a message to my father and the Blue Diablos. I would find that asshole who beat the shit out of my friend, and I would make him pay. First, I had to prove myself and take over the Midnight Saints and I knew that would be easier said than done. Tony was the new Prez, and after our last encounter, I guessed he didn’t like me much. I would have to find a way to fix that.
Or just show him I could be just as much of a badass as any of his men. Whichever worked.
Chapter 2
Kara
I needed someone on the inside, and I heard my friend Reagen was back in with the Midnight Saints, being protected by the Enforcer, Seth. She could be my eyes and ears. I knew Tony didn’t trust her yet, but Seth did, and I’m sure she had Seth wrapped around her little finger, so she was the perfect choice.
It was her or Bonnie, and Bonnie was a blabbermouth. I knew Reagen wouldn’t say anything, not if I threatened her safe place in the MC. I didn’t want to resort to that, but I would if I had to. I had to play all my cards just right if I wanted to be
