Chapter 8
EIGHT
JULIE
Listening in on Incubus and Blue Eyes’s conversation gave me chills, and I totally mean in the best way.
That man is driving me bat-ass crazy and I don’t know what to do about it.
I’m not the type of woman to make the first move, and I really can’t figure out if he is interested or just a typical guy who has sex on their mind twenty-four seven.
Listening to his deep cadence has my nipples getting hard, and I can feel the wetness starting between my thighs.
I honestly think he could put me over the top with just that husky, deep, raspy voice of his.
His eyes capture mine and I can’t seem to be able to look away from that lustful look in his eyes.
Either this room is getting hot or my body is on fire.
I’m not even catching my brother’s rant about not talking about that shit when he’s in the room.
Incubus is actually laughing freely while Psycho chuckles, looking between Blue Eyes and me.
When I catch the pain in Incubus’s eyes, he realizes I’m watching and he winks at me.
Mark the damn calendar, Incubus can act human sometimes.
When Blue Eyes suddenly shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear it, the room suddenly gets serious or the three members of the Kings of Anarchy club react differently.
I can see their badass faces coming into play.
Jimmy first gives me an elbow then he moves slowly to the cushioned chair in the corner, sitting down gingerly.
I follow him and take the edge of the love seat so we are sitting together.
Something tells me we are gonna need each other because I get the feeling we are about to be ganged up on, no pun intended as I’ve been told they are a club not a gang.
They all take their seats while Psycho and Incubus look to Cobalt, who looks up before taking a breath.
I wait patiently for Blue Eyes to start because I know that’s what he’s going to do, talk and give us an ultimatum.
I’ll listen but not making any promises, that’s for sure.
“All right, gonna be upfront and honest with you two. Time is up for both of you. We need you to fill us in on what the fuck you have on the Mob and Salvatore because he’s upped his game.
Instead of a one million dollar hit he’s raised it up to five million.
That tells us whatever cards you’re holding against him are not only huge but enormous.
So, time to spill, I think we’ve proved that we will protect both of you.
But let me explain the situation we are currently involved in.
Fate has thrown us together for some crazy-as-fuck reason.
Maybe to get Salvatore outta all of our hair for the very last time.
I’ve been honest and upfront since, back in the day, our club did work with Salvatore and not even close on this level of partnership.
Some of the things we did, none of us will ever speak about again and especially with anyone outside of our club.
Yeah, it’s that dark and would mess with anyone who’s half human.
We all have nightmares from of the shit but we can’t go back and change the past. Not gonna lie, we are a true one-percent club, which means we don’t follow government laws.
We follow and honor our club rules. That means our mother club first then our chapter ones next.
Our mother club resides in Anarchy, California.
Big Daddy is currently the president since his brother, Ruckus, passed away.
We all get together every July at their clubhouse, which is a foreclosed mansion Big Daddy got his hands on.
Somehow, they fixed the dump up to fit their needs.
It works for that chapter and each chapter manages their club differently.
The get-together isn’t mandatory so different chapters show up each year.
I’ve been open and honest so you feel comfortable knowing some of our history.
The only way this is gonna work between the club and you two siblings is if you share what you know.
We can protect both of you, but only as long as you are here at the clubhouse.
And I’m guessing, eventually, you’ll want to leave and get back to your lives.
I don’t blame ya, living in limbo is no fuckin’ fun.
Whatcha two gonna do? If this was a chess game it would be your move. And the timer is ticking.”
Cobalt watches as Stash lowers his head, putting his hand in front of his mouth to lean over and whisper to me.
I sit here next to him, listening but have nothing to say at the moment.
Over the years, and even recently like when Incubus told me my face shows everything, I lift both hands to my face and turn slightly towards Jimmy to hide any expressions that might show on my face.
But when I lift my eyes and meet Cobalt’s, they are sparkling with something I can’t make out.
All three of the Kings of Anarchy watch as I turn, looking at my brother.
The room goes suddenly quiet, like it’s waiting for whatever I’m about to say.
Then in the quietest voice, I tell Stash it’s time.
My brother’s eyes get big but he doesn’t disagree.
I grab his hand, squeezing it at first, but then I grasp on to it tightly.
We both look toward Cobalt, Psycho, and Incubus, and I’m sure the pain in both of our eyes makes them think twice about how to move forward.
What the fuck? How did Jimmy and I end up this way?
Then my brother looks down, telling me to go ahead and share with the three men who so far have kept both of us alive.