Chapter Six
T he Chaos and Carnage MC took out six more close locations the cartel were known for. Pat assisted in four of them. The other two were dealt with by Bull and Grant. By the end of the week, they were no closer to finding the hit man than before.
No more hits had taken place. No more elusive bombs. Everything was quiet.
William Ranford had disappeared. Probably to go and figure out his army.
Pat was sitting at the bar, staring at his dark amber whiskey, not trying to think of the blonde he had kissed last Saturday night.
“You know, you’re looking mighty glum for a guy who is fucking lucky,” Rusty said, coming to sit at the counter with him.
“Lucky?” Pat asked.
“Yep, lucky.” Rusty tipped his beer to his lips and took a long drink.
Pat looked at his whiskey and then turned toward his club brother. “My bike was blown up, we were almost blown up, and you think that is lucky?”
“Hell, yeah, I do.” Rusty put his hand against Pat’s chest. “You feel that? It is beating well and strong.” Rusty laughed.
He didn’t like this, but shoved his hand out of the way.
“You know, there are a couple of fresh club pussy that have been looking over here and are wanting a taste of you,” Rusty said.
Pat was already aware of the brunette and the redhead, who had been unable to look away. He knew he was on a lot of the club pussy radar, but he ignored it.
There was a time sinking his dick into pussy was a dream come true. Having multiple women willing to spread their legs for him, and for the club, had been everything he wanted. No commitment. Not having to deal with hangers-on.
The women knew the score. For a long time, it had been great.
Only, that was not what he wanted anymore.
He’d seen Bull find happiness with Maddie.
Even though he knew the club brother was terrified of anything happening to her, the two were happy.
They were in love. Even Grant. Foul-mouthed, pain in the ass, mostly a fucking baby, Grant was happy with Aria.
The only woman he wanted was Ava. She was young, which frustrated him. He was not the kind of man who loved younger women. He enjoyed mature women. Fucking relished them, especially in the bedroom.
Ava was an anomaly to him. He had never felt this way about a woman before.
“Go and enjoy them. I’m sure there is an STI or an STD you haven’t caught.”
“Seriously, when am I going to live that down?” Rusty asked.
“Never.”
Rusty sighed. “You sure you don’t want to tag team them? I know you used to enjoy that back in the day.”
“No, go.”
Rusty was gone and Pat sat looking at his whiskey, trying to convince himself sneaking into Ava’s apartment was not the wisest move to make.
He was at the clubhouse, knowing she was working.
There was a target on him and the club. He had yet to find the person responsible for killing Samuel.
Whoever had done it was covering their tracks. They had no other leads.
He’d gone to Dylan, and since the trailer fire, there were no security cameras, not that there were any to begin with. He had also spent many hours looking through the main town cameras for someone who stood out. No one did. Whoever was doing this shit was a ghost.
Carnage had tourists from time to time. There were a ton of locals, and of course people just passing through. No one had stopped by the mechanic shop.
Pat had been so busy, he’d not even been able to do his regular job. Grant was covering his ass at the shop. It was all fucked up.
Which is why he shouldn’t sneak out and go to a blonde’s apartment. This is why he should pick up that glass of whiskey, knock it to the back of his throat, and drink it down.
Only, he didn’t.
He tried to keep his ass in the chair, which is where it was supposed to be.
His ass in that chair was the logical solution.
Pat never acted on impulse. But this time, he left that whiskey, went out to his bike, and straddled his machine.
There was no way to repair the other bike, which pissed him off.
It was time to wear this one in and get used to the power of it.
Sweets had even offered to decorate it nice for him.
At the moment, Pat just wanted to ride the bike.
Within minutes he was on the road and going straight to where he didn’t want to go. It was a little after one, so it wouldn’t be long before Ava was getting off work.
Pat changed his mind. If he went to her apartment, she was going to get fucked. He wanted to sink his dick inside her so damn bad. Instead, he rode out to the coffee shop. By the time he got there, he had to wait a good thirty minutes, and he did so in the shadows.
There were several customers, and none of them caused a fuss as they moved on after closing.
He watched Ava, who was with another woman he knew to be Lauren. They both had blonde hair, but with different shades of intensity. The two were smiling together. She looked so happy.
There was no way he was going to be able to make her happy. He and Ava were two different people. She was young. He was old.
They left the building, and Lauren moved to her car, and Ava went to hers. Lauren left first and Ava was struggling with the door of her car. Now that she was alone, Pat knew he should just leave, but he couldn’t do it.
Riding up to where she was, Ava spun toward him, and he saw she had some pepper spray in her hand.
“Are you sure you want to use that?” he asked.
“Pat?” she asked, and quickly dropped the can. “You scared me. I had no idea who it was.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not upset. What’s wrong with your car?” he asked.
“The damn lock keeps seizing up on me.” She gave it a wriggle, and then the door opened.
“What about the lock?” he asked.
She held her car keys up. “Stopped working last week.” She licked her lips.
He knew she was thinking about the kiss they had shared. Pat had spent a lot of time thinking about it as well.
“So, uh, what brings you to the coffee shop? We’re closed and I can’t let you in.”
“Actually, I didn’t come here for the coffee.”
“You didn’t?”
“No, I came for you,” he said.
“You did?”
“Do you want to go for a ride?”
She looked at his bike and her eyes seemed to go wide. “Your bike?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t you like a ride on it?” he asked.
This was safer. He could take her for a ride, then bring her back to get her car and make sure she got to her apartment safely. That way, he wasn’t tempted to just fuck her. If he was inside her apartment, all bets would be off.
“I’ve never ridden on the back of a bike...”
“Come on then,” he said.
She went to the trunk of her car and quickly tossed in her bag. She rushed back to him, and he helped her climb on.
“I don’t have a helmet for you, so you’re going to have to hold on tight.”
Her arms wrapped around him, and he couldn’t help but smile as she gripped him tightly. He felt the warmth of her thighs wrapped around him as well, and he didn’t want her to let go. She felt amazing.
He pulled out of the parking lot of the coffee shop, and he started out slow at first. Ava’s grip was tight, and he took her through the main roads leading out of Carnage. He didn’t take her far. When he got faster, she held onto him tighter. He felt the mounds of her tits at his back.
The temptation to pull up, take off his jacket, and make her wear it was strong, but he didn’t. This was just a ride. To tide them over.
The time passed way too fast, and when it was nearing three, he had no choice but to take her back to her car. Ava climbed off, and he sensed she was going to fall, so he quickly reacted and grabbed her.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
“Whoa, does that happen all the time?” she asked with a smile.
“No, you get used to it.”
She let out a little phew . “I don’t know if I will ever get used to that.”
He got off his bike and moved to her car, checking the tires to make sure nothing had been messed with. “You’re good to go.”
“Something is going on, isn’t it?” Ava asked.
He looked at her and nodded his head.
She held her hands up. “I won’t ask any more questions.” She looked down at her watch. “Crap, Mom’s going to be pissed at me.” She winced. “I’ll see you later, right?”
“You’ll see me, Ava.”
He waited until she got in her car, and he followed her. She didn’t drive back to her apartment, but went straight home. She parked on her mother’s drive, walked in, and he waited several minutes before he headed straight back to the clubhouse.
****
A va turned the bacon in the pan, stirred the scrambled eggs, quickly grabbed the toast, and spread a thin layer of butter over the surface.
The coffeepot was ready for when Violet and Hazel woke up. She had a drink, and it was a little after eight in the morning. Bernice had her morning toilet break and had eaten her breakfast. Ava had already planned to take her for a walk.
Violet was the first one awake. Her hair was all over the place, and she looked a mess.
“You didn’t remove your makeup last night,” Ava said.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
“Your skin will care in years to come,” Ava said.
“You’re a night person and a morning person. I’m a ... leave-me-alone kind of person and give me my morning coffee.”
“You’ve got a bad attitude this morning,” Ava said, quickly pouring her older sister a cup of coffee.
“I got stood up last night and it pissed me off. Do you have any idea what it is like to be in the bar waiting for your date to show, and they don’t? He had the audacity to text me several hours after, and tell me it was not going to work out.” Violet shook her head. “I hate men.”
Ava was not about to tell her sister about the kiss she shared with Pat, or the ride on his bike. She had no idea what she and Pat were doing, if they were even doing anything. All she knew was she felt alive when she was with him.
Violet blew across the surface of her coffee and then frowned. She took a sip and Ava winced, although her sister didn’t even seem to register if she had burnt herself or not.