Page 19 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

“She’s just what?”

“Fuck it!” I state as I take a swig of my beer.

“Come on, Ryan, tell us about his girl?” Jess asks before a loud whack sounds, and I notice Quill has just slapped her ass once again.

“Babe, go get me another beer.”

Jess whines and opens her mouth to talk, but he places his finger on her lips to silence her.

“Disobey me, and I will not let you in my bed tonight.”

She sits back on his leg, confused. She’s wearing a short black denim skirt with a sleeveless pink top accentuating her breasts. Her hair is blonde and placed in a high bun, with some hair falling around her face. She’s wearing a lot of makeup, and something tells me she would look even more beautiful with a bare face. I look at the others around the clubhouse while heavy metal music blares through the speakers. I don’t mind rock, but this is not my kind of music. I prefer rhythm and blues music, something you can dance to, not headbang.

There are club members sitting with girls doting on them, and they’re all dressed the same—

club whores. Girls who come to the club wanting to party with bikers. They’re here for one thing—to get one of the bikers to make them their ol’ lady. Hoping that one day they can call a biker their man. I’ve learned a lot about bikers in my time and how they run, and that includes club whores. Jess is a club whore, but by the look on her face, I can tell she’s smitten with Quill, and she doesn’t want him for fun, she wants more, and she would do anything to make that dream of hers come true. It seems like she’s just waiting for his next command.

Reading people comes with the job. I’ve had to interrogate a lot of assholes, so I can read Jess right now. This woman is playing the game, but she has plans for Quill and will do anything to keep him. But it’s not my place to say anything. It’s something he will learn in time. I don’t take what I learned when I became a cop lightly, and I can sure as hell read Jess’s every intention.

“You wouldn’t dare. You have needs, honey,” Jess says, leaning into Quill and kissing him on the side of his neck.

Quill grasps her arms holding her back. “Go and get me that beer if you don’t want me to prove you wrong.”

She pouts. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She slides off his lap, and Quill slaps her ass before she makes her way to the bar. “Now that we’re alone, tell me the name of the girl who has your mind elsewhere.”

I shake my head. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“No, I’m not. Now spit it out.”

I tell Quill the story about how I met Sophia and how I went back to her apartment. He listened the whole time and wasn’t distracted even when Jess returned and placed his beer on the table. She could see he was concentrating on my story and didn’t distract him. So instead, she left him sitting there listening to my story. At the end, he sits back in his chair and has a drink of his beer, then places it back down on the table.

“Man, you fucked up.”

“What! Why?” I ask, sitting back in my chair, wanting to listen to what he’s got to say. Of course, I shouldn’t give a fuck about what he says, but for some reason, I’m drawn to his every word. I begin to understand his strength and why he is president of the Blood Brothers.

“You gave her your number. You should have fucked her, left, not slept the night, and most definitely not passed numbers the next day. Now she has a way of contacting you, and, brother, you don’t want that.”

“I don’t?” I ask.

He laughs. “Nah. You need to be more like me… I have my choice of women. Any woman here right now, just one click of my fingers, and they’re mine. But then, once I’m done filling her with my cock, she’s out of my bed. I get what I want, and she sure as fuck does too because I don’t let a girl go hungry if you know what I mean.” He smirks, and I can’t help but smirk back.

Is this guy for fucking real?He’s right, though. As I look around the club, women practically drool, wanting a piece of him. He’s probably telling the truth. Just a click of his fingers, and they’ll come running. He has what every man dreams about—a choice to fuck whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Leaning my arms on the table, I ask, “So you never want to settle down, have a woman to call your wife? Have kids?”

“Fuck, no.” He growls. “I don’t want to settle down and have one woman for the rest of my life, and I sure as fuck don’t want kids.” He shakes his head. “Nah, that life is not for me. If I need to, I like to know that I can leave anytime I want and not have to worry about leaving anyone behind.”

“What about Jess?”

“Have you not learned anything, brother?” He takes a breath. “Jess is a good lay, and that’s that. When I’m done with her, then I’ll move on.”

“Till then, are you faithful to her?”

“Faithful? I don’t know what that means. I know I might sound like an asshole, but Jess knows what kind of man I am. I made it clear when I first took her to my bed. She’s just here for a good time, and that’s it.”

“Right, I see,” I state, taking another sip of my beer.Oh, brother, you are so wrong about Jess.

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