Lean Into It
Kings of Vengeance MC
Book 2
Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author
Winter Travers
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Stand Alone Novellas
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Coming Soon
About the Author
1st Chapter of Nickel
For my boys and my family.
Nothing is possible without them.
Dedication
I lost my writing buddy during this book.
My Thunder was thirteen years old and was right next to me for every word I wrote.
He was kind of a butthead (I can say that because he was mine. LOL), but he loved me like I was his next breath.
Thunder was the perfect example of unconditional love and I’ll miss him forever.
Chapter One
You walked into my fist...
Fancy
“Jesus Christ.”
I dropped my clenched fist to my side and scowled. “My name is not sugar tits.”
The wall of a man I had just punched held his hand to his nose. “Ya don’t say?”
I rolled my eyes and snapped the gum in my mouth. “I guess calling a woman you don’t know sugar tits isn’t the best idea.”
He lowered his hand from his face and crossed his arms over his chest. His massive chest. “A misjudgment on my part. Maybe we should start over, and you can tell me your name.”
My eyes traveled up and down his body—thankfully, I had my sunglasses on—but I left my resting bitch face firmly on my face. The man in front of me stood at least six inches taller than me, had a striking jawline that looked like it was chiseled from stone, and the only word I could think of to describe him was rugged. His eyes were golden like honey, and my body heated at his gaze.
“Fancy.”
“Come again?” he growled.
I reached up and swept my glasses from my face. “The name is Fancy.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “For a second there, I was thinking you were being mouthy and calling me fancy.”
Mouthy? He had no idea. “There isn’t anything fancy about you.”
“There’s the mouthy,” he chuckled.
I leaned to the side and nodded to the door behind him. “You think my mouthy self can get through the door?”
“You sure you’re not lost, Fancy?” His eyes slowly examined my body. “We normally don’t get women like you hanging out with the roughnecks behind this door.”
I was dressed to get men’s jaws dropping and their eyes on me.
Tight yellow tank top with the word “bombshell” splashed across my chest.
Black mini skirt.
Sky high, black Louboutin heels.
Face painted to the nines.
Dressed to impress.
Who? I didn’t know, but I was prepared for whomever I met tonight.
I rolled my eyes and jammed my glasses back in place. “Pretty sure I can handle myself. I am fully in the Marion dating pool. I’ve seen much worse than whatever is behind that door.” This guy had no clue the type of men I had been dating. “Kimber knows I’m coming.”
“Kimber?” His interest was piqued, and he took a step toward me. “You know the prez’s ol’ lady?”
“Yeah, I know her.” I stepped to the side and pointed to the door. “So, now, you’re going to let me through that door.” I held my breath, wondering if I had pushed this guy’s buttons too much.
His eyes raked over the length of my body again.
Shit, shit, shit. My mouth had gotten me into trouble. I licked my lips and racked my brain for something to say that would help to possibly soothe this guy’s ego I had just bruised.
He took another step toward me, the toe of his boots almost touching the toe of my heels. “Next time, start with you know Kimber, and not punching me in the nose.” His tone was low, and I would have been a fool to ignore the warning in his words.
But my mouth reacted before my brain could think. “And next time, maybe you shouldn’t call a woman you don’t know sugar tits.”
I pushed a hand to his chest, and he easily moved to the side.
He swung an arm out, motioning to the door. “Well, then don’t let me get in your way, Fancy.”
Was it really that easy to get this giant of a man out of my way? Everything changed when I told him I was friends with Kimber. I should have played that card right off the bat.
In three steps, I was at the door. I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, but I glanced over my shoulder
at him. “I never did get your name.”
A slick grin spread across his lips. “Dyno, babydoll.”
I curled my lip at the endearment. “It’s Fancy.”
I whipped open the door and strutted into the clubhouse without another backward glance.
That guy was a major dick.
I needed to find Kimber and forget I ever met him before he ruined my whole night.
The door shut behind me, and I stood in a room that was stripped bare to the studs of the walls. Four guys sat on makeshift chairs. All of their jaws were dropped, and their eyes were on me.
That was the reaction I loved when I walked into a room. All eyes on me.
The man closest to me who was holding a beer in his hand and sitting on an overturned ten gallon bucket was the first to gain some composure. “Uh, you lost?”
I was definitely lost, but not in the sense he was talking about. Standing in the clubhouse of the Kings of Vengeance was exactly where I wanted to be. “Hey there, I’m Fancy. I was just stopping in to hang out with Kimber for a second.”
This guy at least had the decency to not call me sugar tits. My lip curled remembering my run in with Dyno only moments ago. I needed to get that man out of my head.
“Fancy!” Kimber came racing through a doorway in the back of the room with Quinn following close behind.
Kimber wrapped me up in her arms and gave me a giant hug. “You didn’t key his car on the way over here, did you?” she whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes and pulled out of the hug. “No. I was a good little girl, though I did punch some guy in the parking lot. That made me feel better.”
Kimber gasped. “You punched someone?”
I shrugged. “He asked for it.”
Quinn moved beside Kimber and leveled his stare at me. “I hear that right? Who the hell did you manage to punch in the parking lot?”
“Some dinosaur.”
Kimber quirked her eyebrows. “Say what? You have completely lost me.”
“Dyno,” Quinn chuckled.
“You punched Dyno?” Kimber gasped. It was as if she didn’t really know me and was shocked by my rather expected actions. “Why would you do that?”
“He called me sugar tits.”
Quinn roared with laughter, and Kimber covered her mouth with her hand.
I rolled my eyes so hard, I swore they were going to be stuck in the back of my head. “I need a drink.”
Kimber cleared her throat and tried to wipe the smile off her lips. “I thought you were stopping at the liquor store.”
I wandered past Quinn and Kimber and huffed. “I did. I also forgot to grab my purse, and it was a woman working the register at the counter, so she was immune to my charms.”
“Charms,” Kimber laughed. “Is that what we are calling the titty push?”
“Titty push?” the guy closest to the door asked.
I turned around and smiled sweetly at him. I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushed up slightly, and leaned toward him. “I didn’t catch your name, sugar.”
Kimber pointed to my chest “Titty push.”
“I don’t think I have a name,” the guy stammered.
Quinn laughed and reached over. He smacked the guy on the back of his head. “This dumbass is Sledge.” He pointed to two guys across from Sledge. “Those two are Zephyr and Point.”
The two guys tipped their heads to me but didn’t say anything.
“Dyno leave yet?” Another guy appeared from the same door Kimber and Quinn had walked through.
“Yeah,” Kimber laughed. “He’s probably going to have to pick up a bag of ice after Fancy punched him in the face.”
“Say what?” the guy asked.
Quinn pointed at the other guy sitting down. “That guy is Rhino,” and then he nodded to the guy who had walked in. “That is Core.”
“You guys are just coming out of the woodwork. Like a damn clown car,” I chuckled.
“You’re Fancy?” Core asked me.
I nodded.
“And you punched Dyno?”
I nodded again.
“Don’t call her sugar tits and it won’t happen to you.” Kimber snickered, and Quinn draped his arm over her shoulders.
Core eyed me up and down. “I can see why he called you that.”
I clenched my fist and took a step toward Core.
“Whoa, whoa.” Quinn quickly moved between us. “No more punching people tonight, Fancy.”
I tipped my head back to look at Quinn. “Kimber is the only one who finds your alpha ways sexy, Quinn. I’m not really a fan of them.”
He turned his back to Core and crossed his arms over his chest. “You stepped a foot into my clubhouse, right, Fancy?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes.”
“Then, what I say goes. No more punching tonight.” Quinn leveled his gaze on me. He was trying to act like the tough, alpha biker these guys all thought he was, but I knew how he was with Kimber. I knew the man deep inside of Quinn.
“Just tonight?” I replied sweetly. Talk about a loophole.
Kimber stepped between Quinn and me and threaded her arm through mine. “How about Kimber and I head to the back and there won’t be any more punching tonight?” She tugged me closer to the door she had come from earlier. “You and the guys hang out up here, while Fancy and I catch up in back.”
“I just got you back a week ago, and already, you’re running off with your girl.” Quinn shook his head but didn’t stop Kimber.
“You can come see me when our pizza gets here,” Kimber replied sweetly.
She pulled me through the door, further into the clubhouse.
I wasn’t sure what I expected to find behind that door, but I wasn’t surprised to see it was basically just like the front. Walls stripped down to the studs, dirty floors, and not a whole lot else.
“You’re living the high life here, huh?”
Kimber rolled her eyes. “It looks a lot better than it did a couple of days ago. Quinn and the guys have been hauling out piles of old equipment and shit.” She moved to a card table by an overhead garage door. “We could have stayed up front, but the chairs are better back here.”
I eyed the folding chair and ratty upholstered chair. “I suppose these are better than overturned buckets.”
“Sit your ass down and tell me about your latest crisis which about sent you to key a guy’s car.”
I plopped down on a folding chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “This story would be much more entertaining if I was drunk, or at least buzzed.”
Kimber held up a finger. She headed back to the front of the clubhouse, disappeared for a minute, and then walked back toward me with a six pack of beer in her hand. “I know you’re not a beer girl, but beggars can’t be choosers right now.” She set the beer down on the table and flopped into the other chair. “Quinn said he texted Dyno to pick up something we can drink.”
I quirked an eyebrow at the name Dyno. “Let’s hope he can find his way back to the clubhouse. He didn’t seem to be the sharpest tack in the box.”
Kimber giggled, snapped off a beer, and popped the top. “I don’t think you got the best impression of Dyno from your run-in the parking lot.”
I grabbed the beer she held out to me and slammed back half of it. “That is an understatement.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and sat back in my chair. “How did my life come to sitting on a chair that could possibly give me tetanus in a rundown warehouse that could possibly fall down around us while I have a beer in my hand?”
Kimber raised an eyebrow. “That is a pretty vivid picture you paint. You really are in a mood tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. I really was in a shit mood. “I didn’t mean to poo poo all over this. I know what Quinn is doing is pretty fucking awesome. Something you both want.”
A smile spread across her lips. “It is what we both want, but you also aren’t wrong about everything you said.” She laughed and pointed to the chair she was sitti
ng in. “This is the only chair I’ll sit in. You’re brave for taking that one. Though, I did disinfect it before you got here.”
“How kind.”
Kimber’s eyes connected with mine, and we both burst out laughing.
“We’re both some whiny bitches, aren’t we? Both born on the shit side of the tracks and sitting here complaining about where we are.”
I took another swig of my beer and sighed. “This is a huge improvement from where we came from.”
Kimber and I didn’t know each other growing up, but we both had a tough start in life.
She leaned back and sighed. “Now, tell me about this suit you were dating.”
“Bill,” I growled. “Fucking Bill.”
Kimber cringed. “Jesus, his name screams suit.”
I nodded. “Sure does. That is exactly why I started talking to him.”
“You’re still on that kick, huh?”
I tipped my head to the side. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re still trying to find a guy that is straight laced, wears suits, goes to the gym five days a week, and is either a lawyer or an insurance salesman.”
I curled my lip. “I am not looking for an insurance salesman.”
She tipped her beer to me. “Not in the right tax bracket, right?”
I huffed and shook my head. “It’s not all about the tax bracket.”
Kimber eyed me closely. “Who are you and what have you done with my Fancy?”
“I’m still here, just getting extremely frustrated with this whole dating bullshit.”
I was ready for the guy of my dreams to find me any day now. Whoever he was, he was taking way to fucking long. It was like my knight in shining armor was riding a turtle and not a horse.
“So, what is the deal with Bill?”
“That’s the problem. There is no deal with Bill. We went out a couple of times, and now, he’s not talking to me.”
“Did you text him?” Kimber asked.
I shook my head. “No. I don’t want to look like I care.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thank God, I don’t have to worry about dating anymore. That shit is exhausting.”
“Tell me about it,” I mumbled. “It’s hard to like someone but then act like you’re not too interested in them.” I had tried going the straightforward route with a guy before Bill, and it had been disastrous. Now, I was trying to play coy, and that wasn’t working either.
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