Chapter 62
JACK
While I head to the private meeting I set with Tim, I can’t get yesterday’s image of Jessi in the dress out of my mind.
The white fabric hugged her curves like it was made for her.
She twirled around, holding her hair, giving me the full view of her bare back, and making me want to rip it off her and claim her.
The way her eyes darkened when they met mine haunts me too.
My breath hitches and blood rushes to my cock just thinking about it.
I picture her in white walking down the aisle toward me. Easy there.
I clear my throat as I park my bike on the deserted road I suggested as our meeting spot, shaking my thoughts for now. Time to get my shit together.
The roar of a bike brings me firmly back to reality.
Tim parks his bike next to mine and removes his helmet and biker gloves. “Jack, good to see ya. I must say, it worries me you didn’t want to do all this at the club.”
I kick a rock, hoping the man doesn’t piss all over what I’m about to say. “Tim, good to see you too. I have a favor to ask, which I hope won’t come to pass, but if it does, I really need you to back me. Mike gave you some specifics, but not the whole story. He’s behind me on this too.”
Tim raises his eyebrows. “Go on.”
I sniff. “It involves Austin and David. I know they are your go-to guys, and I know the deal we cut. I’m not trying to push you out. But I need your support.”
Tim leans against his bike, the leather of his jacket groaning with the action.
“Last I understood, this was some squabble over a biker bunny. Imagine my surprise when I get a call that David, the brain behind our hacking operations, is in the hospital, talking to the police and implicating you. Then I’m told you were locked up.
I thought we were all on the same team. I put two guys outside your house to try to piece this shit together, but they haven’t been as reliable as I thought. ”
That sneaky POS. But I’m happy that’s all those guys were there to do.
I tell him about Jessi, how she ended up under my roof, and the chain of events that followed.
“Tim, if they come after her again, I need you to pull everything you have with them. I don’t just mean the surveillance, but the dope and anything else you have with them. Make them squirm. Kick them out.”
Tim sighs and keeps his gaze on the ground. “I take it you’re more than just sweet on her, yeah?”
I consider my answer. This could make or break his support.
He goes on as though I spoke. “We have many favors owed to you, Mike, and your club, but this is a big ask for some biker bunny. We have a deal—”
My eyes narrow. “She isn’t a fucking biker bunny. And our deal is on, just not with them included. We will honor your cut regardless if you bring in another hacker or if one of the other chapters does. I know this is a big ask, and I wouldn’t be asking if there were any other option.”
Tim pauses. “Is she your old lady? If so, maybe. No one fucks with the old ladies. If not, I can’t make promises. It’s more than money . . . it’s about your word.”
Jessi in the white dress flashes in my mind again. “Yeah, she’s my old lady. I’m gonna marry her.” What I don’t say is if she’ll have me, but he doesn’t need to know that part.
“Hmm,” Tim hedges.
My phone chirps with a video message.
The video shows the night Jessi and I were behind the club. Our bodies clashing, our lips exploring, our hands hungry for more.
A message beeps underneath the video: You think you can threaten us, but you will lose . . . and so will Jessi.
The color drains from my face. I don’t give a damn about me, but if this gets leaked, people will crucify Jessi, maybe me too.
Not only do I not want her hurt and embarrassed by this, but no one gets to see her come except me.
The decision is made. If they leak this, they will have signed their death warrants. Consequences be damned.
I show Tim the message, but I cover the photo with my hand.
“I am guessing by your face, you need that favor now,” says Tim.
I give him a curt nod.
Tim slides his phone from his jacket pocket and shoots off a text.
“It’s done. Our debts are repaid. If anything, you owe me.
I’ll take care of any pushback with the chapters.
I’ll give one word of warning, though: They are fucking good at what they do.
They won’t bow out easily. I hope you know what you’re up against.”