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It was Friday night a few weeks later when I sat at the bar with Seth at a local micro-brewery called Union Brew. I had several tattoo artists working for me, along with Fiona’s brother, Seth. I gave him a job to help around the shop and book appointments. I didn’t know much about him, only that Seth and Fiona had a really tough upbringing at home and had an asshole for a father. Soon after Fiona ran away, Seth did too. All anyone knew was that he lived on the streets, fighting to survive. He came to town and found his sister Fiona. He started prospecting for the Chaos Kings and my brother Skully was his sponsor. Seth wouldn’t get his club name until he was fully patched in, but everyone started calling him Scrapper. I learned that Skully also had a tough upbringing as an orphan, going from one foster home to the next. So it was only natural to see Skully and Seth form a brotherly bond. Seth passed the motorcycle riding course and got his M-class license. The Chaos Kings all pitched in and bought him a used Harley Sportster from Torque, who owned his own bike shop called Hardcore Cycles.
We chugged down a frosty mug of the Union Brew’s new batch of beer before we headed over to the clubhouse to hang with my Chaos brothers. Seth was telling me about this horny chick he met at Mad Ink. “So, I take this girl out for a ride on the sporty. She liked the sound of my pipes and the vibration got her all turned on. I pull off the highway and down a backroad ‘cause she told me she wanted to suck my dick...”
Just as Seth was giving me the deets on his blow job, I heard a familiar female voice. My head swiveled to the sound of laughter.
There sat Lillian three tables away. There was a man with light brown hair, dressed in a suit, sitting at her table with his back to me.
Lillian stopped laughing the next second when her eyes locked on mine. Her jaw dropped.
I chuckled and turned back around to Seth. “Isn’t this just fan-fucking-tastic.”
Seth saw her too. “Isn’t that Kat’s sister?”
“Stepsister.”
“She’s a hottie.”
“Yeah, but she’s a snotty little bitch.”
We finished our beers and paid our tabs. Seth walked ahead of me as we approached Lillian’s table. She kept her eyes on me as I approached, while Seth walked ahead of me.
I stopped, placed both my palms flat on the table and grinned. “Hello, Lillian. Who’s your date?”
The dude in the monkey suit tilted his head to look at me.
Lillian stammered, “Uh. Wez, this is William Harris. He’s a client of mine.”
I saw William’s Adam’s apple bob up and down right above the knot of his tie. He offered me his hand. “Hello, Wez.”
I just ignored monkey suit boy and squinted my eyes at Lillian. “You’ll get bored with William before this day is over. And when you’re ready for a really good fucking. Time. You know where to find me.”
I winked at her, then left.
Seth was sitting on his bike out front, putting on his lid and shades. “What did you say? Did they piss themselves?”
“Maybe,” I said, swinging a leg over my bike and putting on my lid. “Lillian’s jaw was still on the table when I walked away.”
Seth chuckled then started his bike. I started mine, twisting the throttle and revving it a few times just for the fuck of it.
By the time we parked our bikes next to Magnet and Skully’s, my blood was at a boiling point. Seeing Lillian with some boy in a suit pissed me off. Nagging images crept into my head—her kissing him, his hands touching Lillian’s mouthwatering body. When I climbed off the bike, I was set on getting more info on Lillian with Magnet’s help.
I remembered the day a few months back when I had Kat ride on the back of my bike to the clubhouse. It was all just a stunt we pulled to get Magnet jealous. And it worked, because he landed a good punch to my mouth as soon as we climbed off my bike. They worked it out and ended up fucking in the clubhouse later.
Seth went behind the clubhouse bar to pour us some shots of whiskey. I grabbed a stool and sat while Magnet racked a new game of pool with Skully.
Seth handed me a cold bottle of beer, then we downed our whiskey shots. I lit up a cigar and walked over to the pool table.
“Just ran into Kat’s stuck up stepsister at the Union Brew,” I said to Magnet as he took his shot.
The cue ball struck the colored ones, scattering them on the table.
Magnet gave me the side-eye and smirked. “Did you say something to her?”
“Yeah, and she turned beet red with her jaw on the table. I embarrassed her in front of the boy in a monkey suit she was sitting with.”
“You like her!” he said, taking a drink off his beer.
“The fuck I do! She’s a spoiled rotten little bitch with a stick up her tight ass.”
Magnet spit out beer, laughing. “That’s cool, bro, ‘cause Lillian is definitely not your type.”
We all turned to the sound of Lillian’s heels clicking on the cement floor of the clubhouse.
“Oh, shit,” Magnet whispered, turning back to the pool game.
“I’ll get us another beer,” Skully said, skirting away toward the bar.
Lillian stormed right over, her pretty blue eyes full of
