Page 6 of Out for Blood

Chapter Two

ACE

The clubhouse was already pumping by the time we pulled in from our meeting at the shop. I sighed, wondering if I could just bypass the night all together. I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate when our funding was significantly decreased thanks to the garage not pulling in enough money, and of course, my dear old dad’s excessive spending.

That was meant to be our biggest income, which meant that I would have to figure out why we were so cut off in the town from the drugs and guns.

Fuck.

Hawk moved over to me, already having dismounted his bike. “Come on, Coop. Plenty of pussy and drink in there to take away the fucked up situation we find ourselves in.”

“I might call it. You have fun.”

“Fuck that,” Hawk said, kicking out my stand. “You need to chill for once in your life. Take one fucking night to let loose. I have it on good authority that you’re going to want to come in tonight.”

I frowned, removing my helmet and rubbing a hand through my hair. “Fuck it, all right.”

I dismounted the bike and headed inside with Hawk. A few of our members hollered at us as we headed inside, which is where I saw the chaos. The clubhouse was full of members and non-members alike. We had an open door policy on Friday nights and for the most part, we never had issues.

One of our prospects, Kirby, was behind the bar with the other prospects Kendrick and Joshua. All of them were good kids, and I knew they’d all be patching in eventually. One of the club bunnies, Shawnee, was behind the bar too, helping out. We had a full house tonight. I sidled up to the side of the bar, grabbing myself a bottle of whiskey to take back to my room, when I looked up and saw her.

The breath left me again as I took her in, laughing with one of our enforcers, Savage, and Bear, entertaining her and Orla. Her smile took my breath away, lighting her emerald green eyes up until she glowed. Her bright red hair was a duller colour now, more of a crimson red, but it didn’t take away from that beautiful pale skin I had dreamed of touching all over.

“You good, prez?”

I looked up, tearing my eyes from Sheridan as I looked over at Kendrick. He had a knowing look on his face as he tried to hide his smirk. Fucking Bear must have spilled the beans on who she was.

“Quit smilin’ at me like that, kid. Pour me a fucking drink, and another of whatever they’re drinking,” I said, pointing over to the group of them. Bear was smirking over at me now, knowing just how fucking hard I was for her already. The fucker. He probably told the entire fucking club how bad I had it for Sheridan.

I moved over to the stools where Orla and Sheridan sat at the bar. Sheridan’s eyes landed on me, and that fucking megawatt smile almost did me in.

“Hey there,” she said.

“Hey yourself,” I replied. Kendrick put our drinks on the bar and moved off before I knocked his head in, but I could see the smile on his face. Hawk came to stand next to me, slinging his arm around my shoulders as he looked in.

“Damn, Sher,” he said. “You grew up. Nice rack.”

I threw my fist down, slamming my fist into his junk. He buckled over, howling as the bar laughed at him.

“Ignore him.”

“Ignore who?” Sheridan asked, smirking as she picked up her drink. “Thanks for this.”

“I told you, drinks are on me,” I replied.

Suddenly, I had no idea what to fucking say to her. It had been a lifetime since I was here going gaga over her, and now I was thrown right back to being a seventeen year old, unsure of how to tell her how much I wanted her.

“Let’s leave the kids to catch up,” Orla said to Savage. “Come and lose a game of pool.”

“Hey, I know how to play pool,” Savage protested. I saw the way Bear watched them, his eyes never leaving Orla. The history between those two was a beast of epic proportions, but he’d never admit to hating the idea of her with someone else.

“No, you don’t. It’s okay, I’ll go easy on you,” she taunted as she patted him on the chest as she walked past him. Savage looked to me for confirmation that he was good at pool.

“I hate to say it, Sav, but you do suck at it. Maybe she can give you some pointers.”

“Fuck you, man,” he said, moving off to join her at the back where the pool tables were. Sheridan was giggling, and the sound alone had my dick pushing against my jeans. I sat down on the stool Orla just vacated.

“Orla’s gonna smoke him,” she said.

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