Page 12 of Property of Tacoma
“Maybe Viper doesn’t want his guy walking straight into a potential trap,” Bane suggests, squinting against the blinding Florida sun.
I scrub a hand over the top of my head and growl. Our business relationship with the Saints is still new. But it’s profitable for both of us.
I turn back to my brother and shake my head. “No. That’s not it. We’re the ones who need help.”
He shrugs. “I got fucking nothing, dude.”
Me either. Taking another draw off my square, I let the nicotine work its magic to calm my nerves.
Bane straightens up, his eyes suddenly distant as he considers something. “You think the Sinners could be behind this?”
The Depraved Sinners have been pushing into KOAMC territory for years. Like the Kings, the Sinner’s got charters all over the continental US.
“It would make sense,” Bane continues. “Kill the mayor in our club to frame us. The bullshit sprayed on the wall.”
I roll the possibility around in my head. Logically, it being them makes the most sense, but I don’t think it is. They’d make sure we knew it was them, but… “Maybe.”
The sound of the compound’s automatic gate whirring open cuts through our conversation. We both turn to look as a black RV comes into view, the sun glittering off the paint job.
I squint as it rolls to a stop. Is that fucking glitter?
Bane pushes off the wall and flicks his cigarette away, his hand automatically going to his back where he keeps his Glock tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
I quickly grab his arm. “Wait. There might be kids on that thing or something.”
Jesus. One of these days, he’s going to do something impulsive, and I’m not going to be around to stop him. Lord help us all if that ever happens.
He grunts and removes his hand. “What the fuck you want me to do about ‘em, then?”
“It’s probably some lost tourists or some shit. Get rid of them.” With a scowl on his face, he stalks across the parking lot toward the gaudy black RV.
The door to the vehicle swings open, and—holy shit.
I watch with rapt attention as a hot bitch with a banging body hops down from inside the cab. Instantly, I pop a chub at the sight of her. She’s got the kind of body that a man would start a war over. And that hair. Goddamn. She’s got a mess of blonde hair piled messily on top of her head. My fingers twitch at my sides with the sudden urge to sink into those golden locks. Her head turns slightly, and I catch sight of her eyes. Jesus. Those fucking peepers. Even with the distance from where I’m standing, I can see how bright green they are. My gaze continues down her body, and I barely hold in the groan threatening to escape. This chick is my dream woman.
I snort at the thought because who the fuck am I even kidding? She’s every man’s dream woman. Long shapely legs wrapped in skin-tight black leather, and perky tits just barely covered by a short black top. Three-inch black heels with red soles complete the look.
My dick twitches with immediate interest.
It’s been a week too long since I’ve had a woman beneath me, and this one looks like she could handle whatever I might want to dish out.
My eyes shift to Bane approaching her. Aw damn. He’s about to tell her to take a hike. Maybe she’d be willing to stick around until I get the cleaner squared away.
He walks up behind her just as I open my mouth to tell him I’ve changed my mind about sending her away, but before I can even get the first word out, the woman reacts.
Faster than a lightning bolt blazing through the sky, she sweeps out her leg and knocks my 220-pound brother, who’s more than twice her size, off his feet.
Down Bane goes, face-first into the gravel with a loud grunt, I hear from the spot I’m still glued to.
What the fuck.
Before I can even process what’s happening, she’s got her knee in his back and a gun pulled from the holster strapped to her thigh, aimed directly at the back of his head.
My momentary attraction is shattered when Bane starts shouting, his voice carrying across the compound. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re a woman—I’m going to kick your fucking ass!”
“Shit.” I draw my gun from the holster under my shoulder and haul ass across the parking lot.
“Who the fuck did you let in?” I shout, glancing over at City, the prospect who let this crazy bitch through the gate.
