Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KODIAK
“Did you hear about the chick fight down at Piggly’s last night?” Xavier asks as he plops down in the recliner beside me.
“No,” I say, intent on ignoring him. Apparently my blunt response isn’t stopping him, because he continues telling me the latest news. Fucking gossipy old hens, the lot of them.
“Man. Midas and Tritan were on protection detail last night at the bar and said it was epic. There were fists thrown and everything,” Xavier tells me, his voice giddy. He lives for this shit. “None of that hair pulling shit women tend to do according to Midas.”
“Remind me again why we accepted that contract?” I ask, rolling my eyes. The money is mundane and the fights that break out are downright stupid. A ninety year old grandma could break them apart most of the time.
“Free beer, brother. Plus, we get to prowl for chicks. Ones that aren’t from our town and won’t become stalkers.”
“Bullshit,” I reply. “Last time you went to Piggly’s and met that brunette, she followed you home and left dildos on our front porch with messages for you. Creepy as fuck, Xavier.”
“Really? I found it hot,” he retorts, a grin stretched across his face. “Speaking of, she made promises she didn’t keep. I need to hit her up and see if she’s as bendy as she claims to be.”
“For fuck’s sake, Xavier. Take that shit to the clubhouse,” I spit out. “I had to bleach the kitchen counters the last time you wanted to see if someone was bendable.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. That chick was spectacular. My dick was sore after we were done,” he remembers. “She definitely had some moves and I haven’t been with another one as flexible as she was. Damn, what was her name? I need to see if I kept her number.”
“Her name was Kimberly,” I inform him. “I should know, she demanded you scream her fucking name all night long.”
“Yeah! That’s the one,” he recalls. “Kimberly Simmons, no relation to that workout guru, I asked.”
“Why would you ask that?” I probe, stumped. There are days when I can’t figure him out and this is one of them.
“What can I say?” He shrugs his shoulders. “I wanted to see if it ran in the family. Was gonna ask if she had any sisters or cousins that wanted to join us.”
“That explains a lot about the way she stomped out of here,” I tell him, bobbing my head.
“Apparently, she doesn’t like to share,” he muses. “Who knew?” I crane my head sideways to see if he’s serious. When I see the way his face is set in disappointment, a smirk appears on my face.
I decide to razz him some as laughter bursts out of my mouth. “Brother, the day a woman catches your interest for real and you wanna make her yours? I hope like fuck she leads you on a merry chase.”
It would serve the manwhore right to have to beg someone to give him a chance and I for one am here for it. If nothing else, it’ll give me a few laughs.
“Fuck that! There are too many fish in the sea for me to tie my dick down to just one, Kodiak,” he blusters. I just shake my head knowing he’ll have to eat his words at some point.
It’s been two days since I sent Luna a text and it’s been left on delivered but not opened or read. I’m starting to wonder if she’s blowing me off then think better of it. That woman is just as enraptured by me as I am of her. Something’s going on and I hope she’s alright. Because if anything’s happened to her and I catch wind of it, I’ll add another town to my list of ones I’ve burned to the ground. I’m not quite ready to examine my feelings too closely; it’s not how I was raised nor how I’ve lived my life, but my Moon has taken over most of my waking thoughts.
Plus, some of my dreams have starred her, which usually results in me taking my dick in hand as it plays out in my head.
Standing, I go to find Auto to see if he can do a search on my Luna Moon. I’m not sure if the last name on her books is a pen name or not, but it’s someplace for him to start at least. Finding him in his war room, I knock on the door jamb to get his attention.
“What’s up, pres?” he asks, lifting his head and looking me in the eye.
“Need you to locate someone for me, Auto. I don’t know if this is her pen name or not, but I need you to dig deep and find me an address.”
“What’s the name?” he questions, his fingers hovering over his keyboard.
“Luna Crane,” I tell him.
“Got it. I’ll dig and bring you what I uncover,” he says, dismissing me, already in the zone.
“Thanks, brother,” I say, leaving his room since he has a hard time concentrating when one of us is breathing over his shoulder.
I’m in the main room of the clubhouse catching up with the rest of the Deviants when Auto comes strolling into the room with papers clutched into his hands.
“What did you find?” I ask, ripping the band aid off not wanting to deal with any platitudes.
“You know that chick fight Conan’s been droning on about, Kodiak?”
“Yes,” I hiss, gritting my teeth. I’m sick and tired of him and the guys playing out imaginary scenarios and forcing Midas and Tritan to replay it.
“Well, your chick, Luna, was a participant in it. She’s currently in a lockup down in Denton County. She saw the judge last night and she and her friend, Demi Kelson, are stuck there eating the time up until someone bails them out. They should be hitting their time served in ten days.”
My head hangs and my cock stiffens in my jeans when I think about my innocent woman dueling. That’s a hot picture running through my mind. I look up at my blood brother to see his jaw hanging.
“That’s the girl you spent the night with?” Xavier asks as I nod my head. “Damn. Why are the good ones always taken?”
“Because good women, they don’t want a loser and a player like you, Conan,” Hemi teases, which has the room breaking out in uproarious laughter.
“Fuck off. The lot of you,” Xavier says, waving them off. “What do you want to do about your girl, brother?”
“I want someone to anonymously bail them out. Both Luna and her friend. I don’t want it being traced back to me,” I answer.
“Why not?” Auto probes.
“Because it’ll embarrass her, that’s why,” I explain. And not that I’ll admit this to them, but because I need some time to process.
There’s a part of me that wants to march up those steps of the jailhouse and cart her away, then place her inside of a protective bubble. Plus, I need to take myself on a trip down to Piggly’s and find out what went down. If Luna was targeted out of some sort of bitch jealousy, heads are going to roll and I’ll be holding Piggly personally responsible.
Also, I don’t want to jump to any conclusions and meet my guys in the ring. They’re paid to keep things copacetic and that’s not what ended up happening. We’re still building our reputation and I don’t want this incident to show up on any of our review sites.
Expecting my men to follow orders, I grab my keys from my pocket and hit the road. My first request is going to be that they let me watch the surveillance videos. Then I’ll decide what to do from there.
Damn. This woman is going to keep me dancing. I have a feeling there’s more to her than what I initially thought. She has a backbone that doesn’t show itself unless it’s dragged out from her. That brings a grin to my face. I can’t wait to get her riled up and see what type of wildcat she can be.