Page 67 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

“What about Dirk, we gonna let him know the heat’s off his club?”

“What club?” I smirked, and Rock laughed, nodding in understanding. “Nah, give it a couple months. Figure by then most of them will have lost interest and realize an MC isn’t worth the trouble. Besides, we don’t need a fucking inept MC around.”

“Now that shit has calmed down, how about we take a trip to Last Hope?”

Rock’s suggestion made me smile, he’d been itching to go. “We’ve been fighting, and now you want more?”

He shrugged. “Different kind of fighting, might be good for the brothers to get away for a few days. Now that this shit is over we can relax a little and enjoy some recreational interests.”

“Won’t be over until Winthrop is dead and six feet under,” I reminded him.

“I doubt Covacks will let any grass grow under his feet.”

I thought about it for a minute. My brothers deserved this. With the huge payout we’d just secured, the club could afford to splurge, and I could use a good fight since I would be denied the satisfaction of killing Dane Winthrop myself. It was too bad that he couldn’t be killed more than once. I wanted to squeeze the fucking life out of him, watch his eyes roll back and his face turn purple, feel his body go limp, all the fucking pleasure Covacks’ was going to experience.

I stood up. “Put it together, brother. No reason we can’t leave day after tomorrow. This is a pleasure trip, so if they want to bring their women, they can.”

“What about sweetbutts?”

“Only if they come with an unattached brother. I don’t want any fucking trouble on the road.”

Some of the brothers weren’t faithful to their women, especially those who hadn’t put a ring on it yet. Sweetbutts knew which ones they could fuck and which ones to stay away from when the members’ women were around, but nothing was sacred when there was partying going on. Booze and pot had a way of lowering inhibitions and creating trouble.

I went out front to see how the repairs were going to the public bar. The windows and most of the damaged furniture had been replaced. Walls had been plastered and were now being painted. The decision to close the bar for a couple of days had come from Snake. I hadn’t liked it, but since I’d given him full control over the clean-up, I couldn’t say anything. The restaurant hadn’t been affected, thank fuck. I spied Snake coming from the direction of the kitchen.

“What’s up?”

“Just keeping our return customers happy,” he grinned. “We’ve been sending our usual bar hoppers over there for a free appetizer when they show up here, knocks their pissed-off attitudes for coming all the way out here right off their faces.”

I nodded. “Good call, brother. Insurance giving us any trouble for the repairs?”

“Not now.” I raised a brow, encouraging him to explain. “They started to, especially when I told them we wanted to replace the windows with bullet-proof glass. Said it wasn’t covered. I had to remind them how high our fucking premiums are.”

Yeah, we were probably paying the same premiums any business owner did, but we paid under the table for extra coverage with no questions asked. “Sounds like you have it all under control,” I said, satisfied. “Let Rosie know I’ll be in for dinner tonight.”

“Just you?” Snake was being nosey.

“Fuck, no. If I wanted to eat alone I could do it at home or up in my room.” I was going to take Audra home so she could clean up and put on that fucking sexy dress, and then bring her back for a good meal.

There’d been speculation in the beginning that opening up a biker bar and nice restaurant side-by-side would never work, but we’d made it work, mostly because the people who frequented both places didn’t mix, and it helped that they were at opposite ends of the huge house with the kitchen and storage areas separating them. A lot of money and renovation had gone into making that work. The so-called law abiding citizens of Solon and surrounding towns came for a good, inexpensive meal while the bar pulled in biker-types and partiers, who just wanted to drink, watch the girls grind the poles, and hang out.

Fuck those who said a biker club couldn’t run a legal business and make it work. We’d gone to extremes to show that we weren’t all about trouble and breaking the law. It had cost us a lot of green to open up some eyes, mainly those of the town hall officials, and all because we wore leather with a 1% patch, rode motorcycles, and liked to live hard.

Biased pricks.

“You almost ready, baby?” I hollered up to Audra. I was down in my kitchen, waiting for her to make an appearance.

It hadn’t taken me long to shower and change into clean jeans and a Phantom Riders MC t-shirt, biker boots and my cut. I’d borrowed some shit from one of the club girls and told Audra to do whatever it was women did to knock em dead and then come down. Not that she wasn’t fucking beautiful just the way she was, but I knew that having make-up and hair done right was important to women when they went out. I also knew that if I hadn’t come down when I had that we would never have left. No, I’d be buried balls deep inside her sweet pussy and wouldn’t have come out until morning.

I thrummed my fingers against the cold granite of the island countertop separating the kitchen from the living room. A noise drew my gaze upwards, and I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue. I stopped thrumming and breathing at the same time. In an instant I was hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off Audra and the way she looked in that fucking black dress. It was skin tight, loving her luscious curves like it had a fucking right to. It was short, showing off her shapely thighs enough to tell me that if it were a couple of inches higher I would have full access to her juicy pussy. Not even the bandage on her thigh took away from her sex appeal.

Other than lip gloss, which I was going to chew off those soft, full lips, she’d left off the makeup. I was glad, I didn’t like the taste of that shit anyway, and I planned on doing a lot of face kissing and jaw nibbling. She’d piled that wild hair of hers up, but enough of the fiery curls had rebelled and were resting like little cork screws against her neck. I was going to enjoy losing my hands in that soft mass later. Shit, I wanted to eat her up now.

I walked to the foot of the stairs, my gaze eating her up as she descended like fucking Cinderella arriving at the ball. She halted when she was eye level with me. The slightest trembling smile on her mouth and the knowledge in her eyes revealed that she knew what she was doing to me. She enjoyed bringing me to my fucking knees. As I inhaled her tantalizing scent, I wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her to me. She gasped, her hands coming up to rest against my chest.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growled, kissing her. My libido went into full fucking alert.

“You’ve been fighting this for so long,” Audra whispered against my mouth when we parted slightly.

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