11. Creed
CREED
Nash looks up, catching my gaze over Luna’s shoulder as she rides his cock.
He nods and I raise my eyebrow, walking closer.
I let my eyes roam over the clubwhore. She’s new, a long time hanger-on that finally got voted in.
Gage wasn’t set on her joining until her divorce was finalized.
We didn’t need any drama, even if the guy was cheating on her first.
The brothers must be excited because Luna has always been a beauty. Slim body with large breasts and an ass to offset it, and that’s not even counting how pretty she is. She’s not one I’ve ever been drawn to, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the appeal.
Luna brushes her white blonde hair over her shoulder, and her bright green eyes flicker up to me.
“Wanna join?”
I raise an eyebrow, not even remotely interested. “And which hole would that be?”
She wiggles her ass, and Nash spanks it hard.
“Don’t go begging for dick when you’re riding mine,” he growls.
I smother my smile and then look back at him. “What’s up?”
His teeth dig into his lip, and he thrusts up hard into Luna a few more times before he comes. She moans, wiggling until slipping off him with a small smile, glancing at me.
I hold up my hands. “Ain’t the one to get you off, sweetheart.”
Nash scoffs, grabbing a towel after tying off his condom. “She came twice. Luna is just being greedy. Go find Daisy or Lacey and see if they need help with the chores.”
She scowls but hurries off to do what Nash said.
“You need me to stand and watch for you to get off?”
“Shut the fuck up.” He scowls, looking up at me. “Can’t get a hold of Cowen, and Viper is busy. I can’t figure out the new fucking cameras.”
It takes effort to hide my grimace. Technically it’s my job to help them with that. My property investment apartments in the next town bring decent money into the club, but Gage said it looks bad for morale if I just roam around not contributing much else.
So we settled on me being Viper’s right hand, and a diplomat of sorts with other clubs if needed. Considering I don’t have a job that requires me to stick in town, it’s the easiest.
I nod toward the doors. “Ready to go now?” The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can meet up with Morgan. She’s off today, but she said she has some errands to run, which really means a dinner with her father. A subject neither of us have approached.
It’s too close to reality and could shatter the illusion of our carefree good time.
It only takes him a few minutes to clean himself up and meet at our bikes.
I follow him to his restaurant, ignoring the small pull in my stomach when I see a sheriff vehicle across the street from us.
It’s not her, I know it’s not, but the small thrill sends my heart skipping an extra beat anyway.
“What’s wrong with the cameras?” I ask Nash as soon as we park and climb off our bikes.
He sighs. “Man, I have no clue. They were working fine, and then they weren’t the next night. I’m not fucking stupid, but I can’t figure it out.”
“That’s not saying much,” I mutter under my breath. Nash can be a brute, but he’s better with his hands—especially in the kitchen—than at anything to do with technology. It took us forever to update his payment systems for customers because he was reluctant to add something new.
I follow him through the restaurant, my stomach grumbling at the smell of the barbecue. Now I’m hungry, and that just pisses me off even more.
Nash must see my face when he opens the office door because he chuckles. “Want me to grab something?”
“No, I want to get back to my woman.”
His eyebrows raise. “Woman, huh?”
I scowl. “Just show me the cameras.”
Thankfully he drops it and slides the laptop over to me. Then he hands over a sticky note with a single word on it.
“What’s that?”
He frowns. “The password.”
I groan, wanting to smack my face. Or his. “Are you serious? That’s basic knowledge even fucking kids know. Never write the password down or keep it with the computer. Jesus christ, Nash.”
My brother scoffs. “I didn’t make the password. I can’t remember the shit that Cowen comes up with. It’s like he slammed his hand on the keyboard and called it a day.”
“Yeah, it’s called security so no one can guess it. Not that they would need to since they have this handy dandy note. What is this? Fucking Blue’s Clues?”
Nash flips me off. “Feel better now?”
I snicker, returning back to the laptop and going through the cameras. My eyebrows furrow when I catch what he means. Half of them are turned off manually, ones I know Viper and I definitely set up. I switch them back online and then slide the laptop back to him.
“They were turned off. Let me show you how to check for it and how to turn them on and off.”
He listens carefully as I go through all the steps. Then I flip them all off so he can practice turning them back on. I sit in his chair with crossed arms as I wait, painfully, for him to go through each individual one.
“Have you thought about settling down?” I ask, looking over the office. Anywhere but at him.
Nash freezes in his chair. “Like Gage and Dodge? Old lady and kids?”
I shrug. “Yeah, something like that.”
His jaw works back and forth, and he focuses back on the laptop. “Sometimes, but I ain’t found the woman that makes me want to stop everything else.”
“Everything else being the clubwhores?”
He nods, concentrating hard on the cameras. “Yeah. Why have one pussy for life when you can have multiple?"
“Somtimes it’s really good pussy.”
Nash snorts, glancing at me. “You finally want to settle down with Bri?”
I blink.
Fuck, Bri, I forgot about her again. I’ll have to deal with her eventually.
I shake my head. “Uh, no. I think Bri and I are done for good.”
He lets out a low whistle. “And now you want your next chick, the cop, to be your old lady?”
I ignore his probing on who and shrug. “It doesn't seem so bad. Gage and Dodge are happy. Hell, Shaw has a smile on his grumpy face more often than not.”
My brother turns back to his laptop with a sigh. “Yeah, maybe. I’d need someone who understands my life is the restaurant and the club. That’s a lot of time to not spend at home. What about you? You’re on the road more than you’re home.”
I shrug again. “I’d scale back on runs.”
We both turn at a loud knock, and neither of us can hold back our surprise when Gage walks through the door.
Our president looks between us, eyes narrowing. “Why do y’all look guilty?”
“We’re having a very emotional conversation. You’re ruining our bromance moment.”
Nash groans. “Shut the fuck up. Creed got it in his head that he wants an old lady.”
Gage raises an eyebrow. “The one random you knocked up?”
I scowl, hating Cowen’s annoying self. “Nah, false alarm. She’s not knocked up.” Yet. I realize how much I want it to be true. That’s my first sign that how I feel about Morgan is different. Any other woman, the possibility of pregnancy scares me shitless, being tied to them indefinitely.
But Morgan...I think a baby would make her less skittish. I swear the woman has one foot out of the relationship every day, and it’s not something I’ve experienced before. Even with Bri, she wanted to be with me. She just hated the club.
I haven’t heard Morgan say anything negative about the club, only the possible consequences for her career if we’re caught. But she’s more than willing to risk it since allowing me to sneak into her bed.
My president looks at me a moment longer, as if expecting me to say more before he shakes his head. “Cowen said you were calling about the cameras.”
Nash nods, pushing the laptop to him. “Creed figured it out. Looks like someone manually disabled them.”
Gage’s jaw tightens, and he glances up at me.
I raise an eyebrow. “It’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
“We have a rat in our midst,” he grits out.
Nodding, I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not sure if it’s possible, but we should try to make specific passwords for anyone who has login access. Then we can trace exactly who logged in to disable them.”
Gage rubs at his jaw. “And what do we tell people about changing the passwords? It will look suspicious.”
“Especially if there’s more than one and they talk, then realize they have different codes,” Nash adds.
I roll my shoulders. “Just a suggestion. If they disabled the cameras, then they know who attacked the restaurant.”
There’s been a crowd of punks coming into our businesses and fucking with us for the past few weeks, and the one time they got caught, the cops just let them off the hook. We know they’re baiting us for a response, and we’re more worried about who is pulling their strings.
“And they might be closer to us than we suspect. Tracking our movements and plans,” Gage mutters, then he blows out a breath. “Think we can grab some food and bring it back to church? Gotta have Cowen sweep the place.”
Nash nods. “I’ll have them deliver to us. I’ll close early tonight. I don't feel like dealing with all this anymore.”
I think we’re all feeling a little like that.