Chapter 3
THREE
COBALT
Motherfucker is my only thought as I take the turn sharp that leads to our Kings of Anarchy clubhouse.
There’s a cool feeling in the air tonight, but all I can feel is the heat between me and Julie’s hot, curvy body pressed tightly to mine.
I’m actually thankful she had some boots and an old leather-looking bomber jacket.
Once we loaded all of her stuff in the club van, Ghost took off with one of our prospects to unload that shit in her new bedroom.
Damn, what am I even thinking or doing? We don’t know this woman from Jack.
Stash explained before he borrowed a shit ton of cash from the Italian Mob, he somehow finagled a job for his sister in one of their supposedly “legal” businesses.
Now, from a guy who has both legit and illegal businesses, they tend to all morph together, and that’s what I’m guessing is happening with the Mob.
Julie is an accountant or bookkeeper, not sure which, but she’s a numbers person.
From what her brother told Incubus and me, she’s damn good at it.
Problem is, she might be too good ’cause she not only found an issue but traced it back to two members of the Mob.
When she told the Caporegime—Capo/Captain—assigned to her, instead of being grateful, the son of a bitch put a hit out on her.
The stupid bastard Stash played right into their hands going to them for a loan.
Not only can they hold that over his stupid-ass head, but he can also lead them right to his sister, Julie.
Not sure what else she knows but currently she’s in a bad spot, and for some stupid-ass reason I feel the need to help her.
Looking to my left I can see the eerie glow of some of the stand-up gravestones reflecting off the moon.
I hear her gasp as she probably didn’t have any idea we, as a club, were housed right next to a cemetery.
I hope to God she never finds out what we do in the “hot” building, as we call it.
As hard as I’ve been trying to pull us out of all the bullshit my ol’ man left for me, it’s not easy ’cause my brothers and especially our club needs to make bank.
Slowing down, I pull my bike into the spot with the sign “Prez’s Spot Get Your Ass Outta It.
” Once I get my bike into neutral, I kick the stand down and lift my arm out for the woman behind me to use to get off.
Though my intentions are good, I figure she has no idea why my arm is cocked out, so she just sits behind me.
“Get off the bike, Julie. Use my arm if you need to. Move that fine ass of yours. I don’t want you out here in the open for eyes to see ya, or worse, take a shot.”
Feeling her body start to shake, I glance over my shoulder to see she’s got a huge-ass smile on that sexy-as-fuck face of hers. What is so goddamn funny, I think to myself?
“What do you think is going to happen, Blue Eyes, someone from over there gonna get up and try to shoot me?”
She outright laughs after her outburst and, for a quick second, her enthusiasm brings a small smirk to my face.
Well, until I hear Incubus screaming for us to get in the goddamn building.
My head snaps and I see the reflection off of what I’m thinking is a sniper rifle.
Pulling her off my bike, I hold on to her as I jump off and immediately move to the other side of my bike, which provides a bit more cover.
Moving quickly, I hear gunfire coming from all sides suddenly, so without thinking I grab Julie, pulling her to me.
Once she’s close enough, I pick her up then sprint to the building.
When I approach the door opens and then slams shut when we are through it.
I’m breathing a bit heavy. Fuck, when did that happen?
I work out and lift with the younger guys, I mean, I know I’m not at my peak, but shit, if ya looked at me you’d wonder.
Feeling the woman in my arms violently trembling, I move to the center of the room where there are multiple sofas and plop my ass on one, grabbing the throw off the back and half-ass wrapping it around her entire body.
She lifts her head and I can see tears running down her face.
Fuck, I think to myself, no one, and I mean not one single motherfucker, is gonna hurt this woman on my watch.
“Blue Eyes, what’s going on and who in God’s name would shoot at me? Hey, how do we know they weren’t aiming for you? I mean, you wear that leather vest thing and are all in the same gang.”
I hear his growl before he’s right in front of us. Squatting in front of Julie, all I see are Incubus’s eyes glowing like the devil himself.
“Girlie, listen closely. First, no one talks to my prez like that, not even you. The leather vest is called a ‘kutte’ and we ain’t no gang.
We are a chapter of the Kings of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.
Don’t try to talk about shit you have no idea about and, for your information, we know for sure they were aiming at you.
It’s all because of whatever you found out when you were putting your nose where it didn’t belong.
And because of that your brother was beat to within an inch of his life.
Only Christ knows if he will ever be able to walk in public again unless we straighten this crap out.
No, don’t get your panties in a bunch, Stash is safe and you can see him in a bit.
He’s being looked at, but watch that tongue of yours, Girlie, or I’ll cut the son of a bitch out. ”
I feel her body tighten instantly and before I can do anything, she’s jumped up and off the sofa and is poking Incubus.
Fucking hell and back, she’s poking Incubus in the chest with her two fingers.
I’m not sure who’s more shocked, me, my enforcer, or the men and club chicks in the room.
No one, and I mean abso-fuckin’-lutely no one, touches Incubus unless he invites you to.
And even when he’s in that particular kind of mood he has one or two favorites who know what he likes, and once he’s done they move along.
His face is white as a motherfucking ghost, no pun intended.
I see his hands forming fists, making me jump up to get between the two of them.
Well, that’s my intention before Julie uses her other hand to put it up into my face, stopping me in my tracks.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? First, you come into my place, shoot two people, committing murder right in front of me, and then you proceed to kidnap me after forcing me to gather my shit, as y’all called it.
I’m forced to ride with Blue Eyes over there and when we finally get here, for some ungodly reason we are shot at.
How does any of this point to it being my fault?
And to you, Dead Man Walking, don’t you ever get in my face again.
You might be able to fool all these folks, but you don’t fool me.
I see what you are trying to hide behind your asshole ways.
Now, how do I get back home from this living nightmare? ”
Watching the faint pink in her cheeks and the way she’s cocked one hip out with her hand on it has my cock lengthening and getting rock-hard.
Fuck, for the last couple of months I’ve had no desire for anything, or worse, anyone.
Then this woman comes along and my dick is at attention, ready and willing to sink into what I’m only assuming is gonna feel like heaven on earth.
First though, we need to find the motherfuckers shooting at us, and I need to remove her from any vicinity Incubus is in.
The two are looking to be like oil and water, which is gonna be a damn problem.
“Okay, you two take your corners, right the fuck now. We got much more important shit to handle, like who the fuck is shooting at us, and which of us are they trying to kill? Julie, I’m gonna have one of the prospects show you to your room, and they will stand guard to make sure you’re safe, just a warning.
Don’t get your panties in a bunch, woman.
They aren’t there to keep you here but to make sure in the worst-case scenario we are breached, that prospect will make sure no one can get to you until we can move you somewhere else.
Once problem one is handle, we can then move on to your situation.
Shit, should have told you before but, just so you know, your brother is here being seen by our medic.
No, don’t give me any lip, Darlin’, don’t have the time or patience. Now go, I’ll check on you in a bit.”
Not sure why but I lean down, placing my lips on her forehead, which has her coming to a standstill and the room suddenly empties of oxygen.
I know the fucking questions that are gonna be coming my way, not to mention the club whores/sweet butts bullshit too.
Being president, the woman I finally choose is gonna have a lot of stuff fall on her shoulders, but also will have a lot of power.
I’ve had just about each and every club whore.
And every single one has approached me, offering me anything and everything to become my ol’ lady.
My mind flashes to Angie, the sweet cheek, who actually set up a threesome between herself, Incubus, and me.
Not sure what she thought she’d get, but showing that side of herself made Incubus pull into himself.
He was way into her and I even tried to stop the fucking ménage à trois, but both of them wanted to be with each other.
I did my best to stay out of the way but when Angie put her mouth around my cock, taking me into her throat, I heard the growl and saw up close and personal the look of hatred Incubus gave me.
Let’s just say my cock took a turn and that was my clue to get the fuck out of the devil’s den.
I don’t know, or never asked, if Incubus finished fucking Angie, but it wasn’t even a week later I was told by our clubhouse manager, Sparkle, that Angie left and wouldn’t be back.
My enforcer hasn’t been the same since. His only contact with the other sex is the club whores, and even then it’s far between bedroom parties for him.
I know he has other needs that we’ve never talked about, and I will stay away from that until he brings it up.
My head is screaming as I make my way down to my office to try and find a fucking second of peace and quiet.
Why can’t life just roll without all of this goddamn drama, murder, and mayhem?
I’m getting sick of all the drama. The longer I’m alive, the more I’ve come to realize how dramatic my brothers are.
If it ain’t about the club whores, ol’ ladies, or shit with life in general, they bitch and gossip more than anyone else I know.
Between my brothers gossiping and the club whores throwing in their two cents, I’m losing control of this motherfuckin’ club.
I’ve had enough. Once this bullshit with Stash and Julie is settled, I’m claiming back my power from everyone in this club.
I know that is a silent promise I make to myself as I enter my office, closing and locking the door.
Moving into the attached bathroom, I put the stopper down and turn on the cold water to fill the sink.
Once it has a good level of water, I turn the faucet off and immediately stick my head in the freezing water.
I’ve found this works the best for my headaches.
Though I’ve gotten more interaction today than I have for the last couple of months.
Crazy as shit, but it’s true. No, I need to take a minute or five to figure out what the actual fuck is going on.
How did this get started to begin with? That’s what I’m gonna figure out once I take a quick fifteen-minute power nap.
They always help with my damn headaches.
Stress, I was told not too long ago, can begin the nightmare of headaches.
Now I believe whoever told me that because it’s true.
This is my last thought before I take a long gulp of my water then put my head on my pillow and, not sure how, but within minutes I’ve fallen asleep, which I’m thankful for.