by V. Theia
Smiling the kind of smugness only an MC president could feel, the beat of Club first in his chest, he looped an arm around Zara’s slim shoulder when she sidled up to him, felt her fingers tuck into his belt loop, and he led them back inside.
They had two days of celebrations to begin.
******
Rex Marinos was the archetypal sort of asshole and he knew it. Doing some of his own celebrating in the library of his mansion in Austin cradling a half-filled glass of whiskey, he rested the glass on his considerably large gut. He knew what today was and it curdled his hatred more than ever that he was not at the helm to lead.
Angry eyes cast around the room. Fucking library. He rolled his eyes. His old lady threw a couple of books on a shelf and called it a library. Like that bitch had ever read a book in her illiterate life before. Whatever kept her whining trap shut, he supposed.
But nothing was dampening his lifted spirits.
Not when he’d just finished a well-informed and beneficial phone call from a new partner, his plan was finally taking form after months of delicate overseas negotiations.
He wasn’t one hundred percent happy for what he had to do. But whatever got him back on top of the dog pile by the quickest means necessary and at the end of the day he was versed in putting a bullet in the temple of men who no longer had a use to him. The same would be said of the Russian underboss the second his help was obsolete.
The little punk nephew of his would learn some lessons and soon, if he wouldn’t get out of Rex’s way quickly he’d do it the hard way, he had no fucking problem putting a bullet in Rider’s chest.
He felt alive, invigorated even, with a new lease of life coursing through his alcohol soaked blood stream, for the first time in years he was a man with a purpose, no longer would he have to suffer through listening to another one of his old lady’s fucking charity lunches day in and boring day out, he was tempted to put the bitch six-feet under. He hadn’t been so animated since he was the one who held the MC gavel, who was judge and executioner, the man everyone feared.
Draining his whiskey, Rex rose from behind his desk to go and greet his company, ran a hand through his thick hair, sweeping it back off his face. He kept up the pretense of family with his sons and their wives and children, even while his mind was busy.
He smiled, shook hands, kissed cheeks, pretended he liked the whore he was married to by slipping an arm around her thick waist, pinching the fat there in warning of her opening her big fucking trap again and saying something to embarrass him as she was prone to. Rex laughed with his brother and his gentle wife, shared cigars with him on the back porch, talking of the good old days as they were inclined to do on these special days. Rex and Ajax might be outcasts nowadays but they knew how the club should be run and one day they’d see it so again.
And all the while he kept it to himself just how fucking hard he was going to destroy that little shit Rider for taking his club off him.
And then he’d reign once again.
Bigger and better than ever.
With the Russian mafia under his fucking heels.
THE END
COMING NEXT:
Filthy Love (#4 Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga)
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
Thank you, thank you, thank you. It really does take a village to write an entire book and I hold so much gratitude to friends who gave me their time and knowledge for things I needed to enrich Tracking Luxe. Any, and all mistakes are my own!
Thank you to all readers who have taken the time to read, review my books, and reach out to tell me you enjoy the bikers. I can’t tell you what it means to me, my cup runneth over. You guys are amazing, it truly is heart-warming to read one of your messages or see a gorgeous edit you’ve made of my words.
I owe a debt of gratitude to all the indie authors I’ve connected with. Your kindness and encouragement mean the world to me. I feel like a tiny fish in a big pond of all my favourite writers and just lucky enough to bask in your awesomesauceness. (that really is a word!)
Big kisses and biker love for the V’s biker babes who make every writing day worthwhile when you show me how much you’re enjoying the outlaws and want more of them and send me hot gifs for inspiration and demand which biker you want to come next! You’re all fantastic ladies <3
MORE FROM V. THEIA:
Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Series:
Book One: Dirty Salvation
Book Two: Preacher Man