“You don’t own the place, and I can go wherever the hell I chose.” Zero glanced around the room, spotting Steven being rubbed up against by two bunnies. “Fuck that guy moves fast. I wonder what we’ll call him.”
“Can’t call him Hardy, but with the way he goes I’m surprised the boy can think.”
“He’s not that young,” Zero said, signaling a waitress.
“Go and get your own beer and stop being a lazy bastard.”
“Why? Waitresses are paid for a reason, and I’m going to be a good paying customer.” Zero sat back, and even through the crush of people the waitress made her way toward him ignoring the other people in the room who wanted a drink. He slapped her ass when he finished with his order. “God, I love women who are so easy to read.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Got sick and tired of the sound of babies crying. It’s so f**king annoying. The club is a place for men and to do what we want. Their old ladies start popping out the brats, and suddenly our club is a f**king crèche.” Zero shook his head. “I’m not looking to take care of babies, but I’m looking for a f**k.”
“Not even if Sophia asks you?” Killer asked.
The way Zero looked at Sophia showed everyone in the club what the man thought about her. Killer had watched him lusting after the other woman.
“What the f**k you talking about?” Zero grew tense.
“I’m not blind, and everyone knows you’ve got a thing for Nash’s girl.” Killer stopped talking as the waitress brought them back more beer.
“If you need anything, honey, call me. I mean anything,” the waitress said, walking off.
“I’ll be f**king her by the end of the night.”
“Are you sure?” Killer asked.
“Look, what I feel for Sophia is no one’s business but mine. I’m not going to act on it, and if I want a screw whatever cunt I want, I will. Tiny’s already given me the lecture, okay.”
“I know. Poaching another brother’s girl is going to land you in shit.”
Zero glared at him. “Sophia wouldn’t give me the time of day. I’m not going to do anything to cause problems. Drop it.” His arms were folded, and his defenses were up.
Leaning forward, Killer stared at the other man. “Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“If Sophia responded or gave you any sign that she wanted something from you, would you give in, or would you leave it alone?”
Zero didn’t answer for a few minutes. “I’d do something about it, all right. You want to go running off telling Nash and Tiny how I’d bang his woman at the first opportunity then f**king do it. I’m sick of hiding from this shit.” He downed his shot of whiskey then started on his beer.
“What is it about her?” Killer asked.
“What is it about Kelsey? You answer that, and then I’ll talk about my woman. Fuck, we were supposed to be getting away from this crap, not talking about it all the time.”
Killer stayed silent, staring at the other man.
“See, you talk about your woman, and then I’ll talk about mine. Until then, keep your nose out of my f**king business.” Zero stared at the dance floor. Steven was gone, and so were the two blonde bunnies.
“What happened to you?” Killer asked, changing the subject.
“What do you mean?”
“When Snitch attacked. Where did you go?”
Over a year ago Snitch and another motorcycle club known as The Darkness had attacked them leaving two of their men dead. One of them was Time, whom Killer had known from his days in The Lions. Killer ended up getting back to Fort Wills where he protected the women who stayed behind the best he could. He knew Tiny had ended up in Vegas and others in hospitals.
“I’ve got a friend who lives over forty miles out. She put me up and made sure no one knew about my presence.” Zero closed down, growing silent. His face shut off all expression. Killer wondered what the hell was going on.
“A woman?”
“Yeah, I’m not some f**king perv, and it’s not like that. She’s the sister of an old friend.” Zero looked out toward the dance floor.
The redhead approached before Killer got another word in.
“Hey, gorgeous, are you planning on asking a lady to dance?” she asked, talking to him.
Killer looked up at her gleaming red hair. She wasn’t too young. Her eyes showed too much knowledge for a young woman. Kelsey at the ripe age of twenty-six still showed a great deal of innocence.
Thinking about Kelsey and remembering the smug look on that bastard’s face, Killer finished off his beer and grabbed the woman’s arm. He didn’t lead her out onto the dance floor. Killer took her around the back of the bar.
Behind the bar he saw Steven f**king one blonde against the wall as he fingered the other. Ignoring all feeling inside him, Killer pushed the redhead against the wall.
“Do you want to dance, or do you want to f**k?” he asked. His only interest was in forgetting what Kelsey looked like for a few short minutes. Since he met her, he’d not touched another woman. The thought of being with another woman left him feeling dirty. Remembering the guilt on her face, he no longer cared. She’d betrayed him and was married. There was no way for him to claim the woman he wanted.
“I want to f**k.”
Pushing her skirt up her thighs, he felt she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Good.” Grabbing the condom from his pocket, he sheathed his cock, found her entrance, and thrust inside.
He’d f**k the memory of Kelsey out of his mind.
****
“You’ve got a lot of shit to answer for,” Tate said, storming into Kelsey’s apartment an hour after had Michael left. Kelsey done nothing but cry since he left. She was trapped in a marriage by a man she didn’t even know.
“Have you seen Killer? Have you heard from him?”
“He came to the club after seeing you with your f**king husband. I mean really, Kelsey, why didn’t you tell me about him or what the hell was going on in your life?” Tate asked.
“What happened? If he okay? I never meant to hurt him. You have to believe that. I care about him so much.” Kelsey stopped herself, feeling the tears well up once more. In all of the years she listened to her mother complain about her weight and her appearance she had never once let a single tear fall. Kelsey knew she wasn’t slender or pretty and saw no use in arguing with her mother over the truth. Then Killer, the big giant hulk of a man, finally made her feel some self-worth, and the man she’d married to save her family home arrived. Her life had turned from good to f**king shit in a matter of minutes.