Page 4 of Miles

From Wilder’s deep groan and the thump of his head as he dropped it back against the floor, Kaz knew he’d lost. Solo’s victorious laugh was just salt in the wound.

Solo was grinning from ear to ear as he sat down on the couch next to Jane and high-fived her. Kaz grumbled under his breath and reached for his wallet. He pulled out two tens, knowing damned well those two were going to split the money anyway.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Jane said with a wink at Kaz.

“You did well,” Solo said to her, a wicked gleam in his brown eyes as he tucked his bill into his back pocket.

“As did you,” Jane said with a nod toward Wilder.

A curse came from the other side of the coffee table, and Kaz smiled as he shook his head. They should’ve known better than to bet against Jane and Solo. Those two made one hell of a team.

“So, when’s this party I heard about?” Solo asked, leaning forward to catch Kaz’s gaze.

He leveled Solo with a stern glare. “Don’t even think about crashing it.”

Solo put on an innocent front and shrugged.

“I wouldnever.”

“It’s gonna be boring as shit, anyway,” Kaz said with a sigh, “Not like my patching-in party.”

He’d just thrown the prospects outside to shine every single bike in the courtyard when the three of them arrived to crash the party. Surprisingly, Ares hadn’t been pissed about it. Griff, though? He’d had to drag Solo and Wilder away from his daughter. By the ear.

Those two couldn’t stay away from girls who were that perfect mix of gorgeous and dangerous. Solo was usually a little more discreet whereas Wilder would fuck anyone that gave him the time of day. Granted, that was most people. Those green-flecked brown eyes of his, along with his boyish charm, worked wonders for him. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was six-foot-four and built like a linebacker. Solo wasn’t exactly hard up when it came to women either, despite his often somber demeanor.

Neither of them were getting their grimy paws on the princess, though. Not just because her dads would shoot them if they tried, but because she was just as likely to do it herself. Despite Griff’s best efforts to keep Mia away from the club, she thrived as a Disciple. She was tough as nails and a damned fine shot, too. She’d been trained by the club’s resident sniper, so that wasn’t exactly surprising.

“You could just sneak us in,” Solo said and cocked a blackbrow at Kaz.

“You need to be a full-patch, partner, or a prospect,” Wilder said, still on the floor, “because if you’re not, you’re gonna get your ass kicked.”

“I’d like to see them try,” Solo drawled, that confidence of his never lacking. A punch to Solo’s shoulder had him looking at Jane.

“Don’t even,” she said with a shake of her head, her long ponytail whipping around.

Solo blew out a breath and sank into the couch, arms crossing as he pouted at Jane. She rolled her eyes and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. Solo dragged her into his lap and tickled her, which only resulted in him getting punched repeatedly until he released her.

“Fucker,” Jane said under her breath, laughing when Solo winked at her.

Wilder sat up with a groan, and Kaz glanced at him. He didn’t see any blood which was good, and not just because it meant his friend wasn’t hurt, but because his dads would kill him if they got blood all over the hardwood floor.

“You still sure you don’t want to prospect? You’d be a great Disciple,” Wilder told Solo. Wilder was going to prospect soon. He’d told Kaz he wanted to be set up with a job and an apartment before he jumped into it, and he could respect that. The Disciples would respect him more because of it, too.

Solo shook his head, then turned expressive, dark eyes on Kaz.

“I’ll prospect when you’ve got a club of your own. You’re the only one I’ll ever follow.”

He knew Solo meant it. His friend wasn’t much for authority figures, and he would never get past the prospecting stage because he’d fight the Disciples the whole way.

He met Solo’s fist with his own and said, “One day, brother.”

Solo smiled wryly at him for a moment, then tugged Jane off the couch so they could go raid the kitchen. It was a good thing his dads never complained about being perpetually out of food and beer.

He leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands. Tomorrow’s party was going to be boring as fuck. Well, except… there wasonething he always looked forward to about the club’s parties with their parent club: seeing Miles. Antagonizing the guy was a favorite pastime of his. Miles gave him the best reactions. He only got his bullying on with Miles, though. He knew Miles could take it. Mainly because he gave it right back or would fuck him up in some way.

He’d gotten a bloody nose a few times along with the blame for some shit he hadn’t done other times. It’d been fun, though. It was always fun.

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