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  Luke just shook his head. As he watched her catch her breath, a memory drifted into his brain. He’d been four, maybe five, right before his old man took off. The three of them had been playing outside their trailer. They’d run around, chasing his mom, laughing their heads off. When Luke finally caught her, she’d let him tackle her to the ground. She was panting, just like today, but laughing as she did so. What he really remembered was the happiness. The love. The free playfulness of childhood.

  And it was the last time he’d felt it because his dad ran out two days later.

  Shit, where had that come from?

  “Okay, I’m good.” She removed her hand and propped it on her hip, which only served to thrust her breasts forward. Thankfully, school ended an hour ago, but the few students still in the hallway stared as they walked by like she was a fucking car wreck no one could avoid gawking at.

  After winking at a group of losers, she said, “Streaking across the football field wearing nothing but pasties you stole from me. Seriously, Luke?”

  When he did nothing but stare at her, she huffed and rolled her eyes like an actress in one of those stupid soaps she loved. Since she worked night, she was free to watch that garbage all afternoon.

  “Why do you always have to be such a fucking screwball?” she asked, with a sneer as she grabbed his arm and dug her talons into it.

  He yanked free, smirked, then started backward toward the exit. “It’s all part of my charm, Missy.” As he continued to walk, he lifted his arms in a flourish. “Besides, what the fuck do you care? It’s your fucking work uniform. You should love it. I think you’d be proud I’m following in your footsteps”

  Just as he was about to hit the push-bar to open the door with his ass, it opened and in walked Kevin fucking Murphy. Captain of the football team and Luke’s number one tormentor. Behind him Jeremy and Ted, Tweddle Dee and Tweddle Dumb came through the door. Those two couldn’t find their dicks without Kevin guiding them. Their eyes widened at the sight of Missy then they glanced at each other with excited grins like they won some jackpot.

  “Hey, Luke!” Kevin said with a huge smile as though they were fucking bros instead of mortal enemies. The evil gleam in his eye made up for the grin.

  “Asshole,” Luke said in greeting.

  “Lukey!” his mother said on a gasp. “What is wrong with you?” She strutted over and slid her arm around Kevin’s shoulders, physically unable to avoid seeking the attention of every male in her presence. Even those her son’s age. “I’m Luke’s mother.”

  Of course, Kevin couldn’t do anything but gape at Missy’s tits. “Hey, Miss Roulette. Nice to meet you. I’m Kevin, a good friend of Lukey’s.” He smirked now, wagging his eyebrows as he looked Luke’s way. Jeremy and Ted snickered like the idiots they were.

  “Oh, that’s so nice.” She squeezed him close, mashing her tits against Kevin’s side. The fucker didn’t even try to disguise his boner. “And what a handsome young man you are. I’m so glad Luke has such nice friends in his life.”

  Where was that dick he’d wanted to gag on earlier? Cuz he needed it now even more than before.

  Kevin moved his leg until he was practically rubbing his jean covered cock on Missy’s bare thigh.

  Skilled in this game, Missy pretended not to notice.

  Luke didn’t bother with that shit. “Have at her,” he said to Kevin, whose jaw dropped in shock.

  Didn’t think I’d call you out, did you?

  Kevin’s face flamed and he started to step away, but Missy held him close. “I’d love to get to know Lukey’s friends better. He never brings anyone home.”

  Ha, wonder why?

  “Seriously,” Luke said. “Go for it.” He grabbed his crotch and gave it a good heft. “Might as well. It’ll make us even since your mom sucked me off last night.”

  With that he turned and slammed through the door barely catching his mom brushing off his behavior to Kevin as his typical screwball behavior.

  Maybe if fucking mother-of-the-year back there spent more than five minutes giving a shit about her son, she’d see that fucking screwball behavior for what it actually was.

  The only way for a teenage boy to survive the horror of being in a small-town high school where his mother was the headlining act at a sleazy strip club known for looking the other way when underage teens walked through the door. If their fists were full of dollar bills, they were admitted. And every day at school, Luke got to hear all about the quality of his mom’s lap dances. Or how she twirled her nipple tassels like a fucking pro.

  Because she was.

  And he was nothing more than an annoying screwball the law required her to feed and shelter.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  SCREW RAPPED HIS knuckles against Copper’s closed door. The moment his president’s gruff, “Come in,” sounded, Screw nearly hurled.

  There he was, a twenty-six-year old biker who had no problem beating the shit out of anyone requiring a life lesson and he was about to piss himself. All because his president requested a meeting.

  A three-person meeting.

  Just Screw, his VP, and the top guy himself.

  Fuuuck.

  For the two hours, sixteen minutes, and a few seconds, since this meeting had been requested, he’d been racking his brain to figure out how and where he’d fucked up. That had to be it, right? Why the hell else would the two top dogs in the club want a private meeting?

  Fuuuck.

  Thing of it was, he couldn’t think of a single damn thing he’d done to piss off the prez. This shit had him so spun up, he’d turned down an easy blow job from one of the newer Honeys, the MC’s club girls. First time in his goddamned life he’d missed out on a fucking blowie. And he’d heard this one had some serious suction, too.

  He would have said yes. Never mind he hadn’t done so much as shake anyone’s hand since he’d kissed Jazz. He would have said yes if it weren’t for Copper. Copper was the only reason he’d turned the Honey down.

  Fuuuck.

  “Said come the fuck in,” Copper yelled, frustration clear in his voice.

  Shit. Caught daydreaming to top off whatever ass chewing he was about to receive. Making the president wait. Great idea.

  He opened the door and walked in to find Copper behind his desk and a grim-faced Viper in a chair opposite the prez. The third and empty chair might as well have had a giant cock sticking out of it because he was pretty sure he was in for an ass fucking.

  And not the kind he liked. This would be un-lubed and violent.

  “Have a seat, Screw,” Copper said.

  “You know, if you guys wanted me for a third, you coulda just said so. Am I the lucky one who gets to be the cream filling in this cookie?” Screw asked as he dropped into the seat with a grin.

  When neither man so much as cracked a smile, he swallowed.

  Fuuuck.

  Over the past year, he’d been working his ass off to keep the sarcastic quips, pranks, and general nonsense in check. Being patched into the club was serious business and he tried to treat it as such despite the natural tendency to fall back on jokes and tricks. Something he’d be doing a helluva lot of if these two booted his ass out of the club in the next few minutes.

  This club had become his life. What the hell would he do if they dropped him?

  “Screw,” Copper said in a tone that had Screw seeking his president’s gaze immediately. “Chill the fuck out, brother.”

  He blinked. “Huh?”

  “We ain’t here to ride your ass about anything.”

  Viper snorted. “He’d probably like that.”

  What the fuck? Had he walked into an alternate universe or something? Granted, as one of the newer patched members, Screw hadn’t spent a ton of one on one time with the heads of the club, but really? Not only weren’t they gonna kick him out, they were gonna make sex jokes?

  As he stared at Viper like his VP had grown a few extra heads, Copper chuckled. “Think we had him sweating, V.”

 
“Gotta get our fun somehow,” Viper said with a shrug. Clearly these two had been enjoying his anxious misery.

  “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t nearly shit myself before coming in here. Thought for sure I’d fucked something up.”

  “Nah,” Copper said with a wave of his hand. “Nothing like that. Actually, we got an opportunity to present to you.”

  An opportunity? “Okay…”

  “You heard about, Mamma V, right?”

  Of all the ol’ ladies, Cassie, or Mamma V, Viper’s ol’ lady, was the one Screw had spent the least amount of time with. She and Viper were old enough to be his parents, and Cassie acted as a sort of mother hen for the club. The other ol’ ladies were her chickadees and she clucked over all the guys as well. The clubhouse’s kitchen never lacked for delicious food thanks to her. Well, until recently. For the past few weeks, since before the holidays, she hadn’t been around much at all.

  And, three days ago, they found out why. “Yeah, shit, Viper, I’m sorry, brother. Can’t believe Cassie has cancer. How is she feeling?”

  Viper sighed and ran a hand down his face. The defeated sound held the weight of the world “Pretty wrecked right now. She had chemo yesterday and it fucks her up for a few days.”

  “Jesus, I’m sorry. Goes without saying, anything—”

  Viper held up a hand. “Know it, brother. Thank you.”

  Screw meant it. Every word of it. Any damn thing Viper or Cassie needed, he’d make it happen. The three of them fell quiet for a moment. It was a heavy thing, a loved one having cancer. Through the silence, Screw studied his vice president. Most wouldn’t recognize the anguish flowing just below the surface, but to those who considered him a brother, his torment was obvious in the sunken cheeks, smudges under his eyes, and missing smile.

  True and deep despair over the suffering of the woman he loved. What was that like? Loving another person with such ferocity, their illness and potential death affected every aspect of your own life? Screw couldn’t imagine it. Couldn’t imagine letting someone touch him on an emotional level. Touch him physically, fuck yes, he would and did seek that out as often as possible. But nothing fucking more than that.

  His thoughts drifted to one little pixie-haired beauty. The one who’d eluded him for nearly a year. Never before had he worked so hard to get a woman in his bed. Never had he worked at all, but stubborn Jazmine turned him down at every pass.

  It only made him want her more.

  He’d get her. And her eventual surrender would be sweet as fuck.

  But even that, all the effort he put into bedding her, it was just sex. Nothing more and certainly nothing less.

  “Anyway,” Viper finally said with a shake of his head as though trying to shed the sadness for a few moments of business. “I need to step down as VP. It ain’t fair for me to keep the position when I’m unable to give the club as much attention as needed right now.”

  Well, shit. That sure as fuck wasn’t what Screw had expected walking in the door. “Fuck, Viper.” He shifted his attention to Copper. “You ask this of him?”

  One of Copper’s rust-colored eyebrows rose.

  Okay, yeah, questioning his president wasn’t the smartest move. “Sorry, prez, that news fucking threw me.”

  For a moment, Copper’s scowl had nerves hopping around in Screw’s stomach. Was he about to be tossed from the office on his ass? He’d deserve it for speaking to his president that way.

  Instead of ripping him a new one, Copper scratched his beard. “It’s all right, brother. Viper and Cass came to me with this. Fucking threw me too,” he said with a small smile for Viper. “But it’s the right decision for them, so we’ll make it right with the club.”

  A glance at the relief on Viper’s face had Screw nodding. He may not understand that kind of commitment to one person, but he understood loyalty to his brothers and if this was what his VP needed, he’d have Screw at his back.

  “What do you need from me?”

  “Glad you asked, brother,” Copper said as he leaned back in his chair. He steepled his fingers, tapping the pads together a few times. “About thirty minutes ago, I asked Zach to step into the role of vice president. He agreed, which leaves me without an enforcer.”

  Holy shit.

  Screw’s palms grew damp and his tongue dried right up.

  Zach would be assuming the role of VP.

  The club needed an enforcer. Since he’d patched in, Screw had been working with Zach. Learning the role, basically operating as Zach’s number two. Did that mean…?

  “You okay there, brother? You hear me?”

  “What? Huh?” Fuck. Screw blinked, clearing his vision and returning him to the present. “Sorry, I thought the surprises were done for the day.”

  Viper chuckled. “Hope you’re ready for one more.”

  The out of control pounding in his chest almost made him miss the next words from Copper’s mouth. “Think you’re up for filling Zach’s shoes?”

  When Screw did nothing but stare, both men chuckled. “Hello?” Viper asked, knocking on the top of Screw’s head. “Anyone in there? Think you might have exploded his brain, Cop.”

  “You’re asking if I…”

  With a nod Copper said, “Yes, Screw, we’d like you to become the club’s enforcer. I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t have high hopes for you when you prospected. Your name alone gave me pause, Screwball. You lived up to it at first, never taking shit seriously, always fucking around, but you’ve proven me wrong. Zach raves about you and basically demanded you take over for him. From what I’ve witnessed and from his endorsement, I don’t think there’s anyone better for the role.”

  Jesus, there he was being asked to take on the baddest role in the club, and all Screw could do was sit there with his mouth hanging open like some kind of living flytrap.

  “Think he’s gonna cry?” Viper asked on a laugh.

  Copper shrugged. “Maybe. But if he does, the job’s going to LJ. Can’t have a pussy as an enforcer.”

  That finally drew a laugh from Screw and pulled him from his stupor. “Fuck, you trying to give a guy a heart attack today?”

  “Gotta admit, this is more fun than I thought it’d be,” Viper admitted as he slapped Screw on the back.

  “So what do ya say?” Copper extended a hand. “You in?”

  His smile hit so fast it nearly made his cheeks ache. Screw stood and clasped Copper’s hand. “Yes, fuck yes! Shit. I’m the fucking enforcer.”

  The other two men cracked up and Screw didn’t even give a fuck that it was at his expense. They’d blown his mind today both with their offer and their faith in him.

  “Uhh, so what now?”

  Releasing his hand, Copper shrugged. “Now we party. Tomorrow night. Send off for Viper and a big fucking congrats to you and Z.”

  Hell yeah, he could get down with that.

  “Pretty sure you don’t need it from what I hear, but think of all the pussy you’ll get now that you can drop the E word.”

  They were right, he didn’t need it. Depending on what he was in the mood for that night, the women and sometimes men flocked to him. He had a reputation as being a damn good fuck and that alone brought them in droves. What could he say? Everyone had some kind of gift. He was a master at bringing the O’s and there were hordes of smiling fans out there willing to give him a glowing recommendation.

  “Won’t hear me complaining about that.”

  “Didn’t think so.” Copper rolled his eyes. The guy was stupidly in love with his ol’ lady, Shell.

  Monogamy. Shit, the word was nearly enough to kill the high of Cop’s news.

  “All right. Get the fuck outta here. Viper and I got shit to do.” Copper picked up a pen and flipped open a file folder. At least being enforcer didn’t require paying the bills or dealing with attorneys.

  Screw stood. “All kidding aside, prez, thank you. Promise to do you and this club fucking proud.” It had taken until well into adulthood for him to find a plac
e in the world where he didn’t have to rely on being a fucking court jester.

  The instinct remained, hovering just below his skin. Every day, he put actual energy and effort into remaining real and not fall back on his childhood patterns.

  Huh, looked like he’d grown the fuck up at some point in the past year. Well, kinda.

  “There’s not a doubt in our minds, Screw.”

  With that, he bumped his fist against Copper’s then Viper’s and made his way toward the bar, feeling like he was on top of the fucking world. “Gimme a shot of tequila,” he said to Thunder as he slid onto a stool.

  Before the prospect had a chance to grab the bottle, a body appeared on the stool next to Screw.

  “Well, what has you looking so happy?” Darla, a girl who’d been hanging around the club for the last week asked.

  She was cute in a schoolgirl sorta way. Long blond hair often in pigtails that hung to her tits. She loved to wear these pleated skirts and crop tops showing off her long legs and flat stomach. Nothing wrong with any of that. From what he’d heard she was pretty much up for anything any time.

  His kinda girl.

  “Make it two, Thunder.”

  The prospect smirked at him and winked at Darla before grabbing a second shot glass. “Here you go.” He set the full shots in front of them.

  “Thank you,” Darla practically purred. “What are we drinking to?”

  “To me,” he said. “Just to fucking me.”

  “Well, I’ll certainly drink to fucking you.” She picked up her shot and downed it. As the liquid slipped between plump lips that no doubt caused many a man to moan in pleasure, a flash of black hair caught his eye.

  Immediately Darla was forgotten as he turned to face the newcomer. The black hair he’d assumed was Jazz ended up being Amelia, the woman who delivered liquor to the club once a week. Aside from the same color hair, Amelia didn’t look a damn thing like Jazz. She was shorter, rounder, and much darker skinned than Jazz.

  Shit, who knew what that little brain fart was about.

  “Should we do another, or is there something else you had in mind?”

  “Huh?” What? Who…Oh, Darla, right.