Leading my crew into town, I turn my high beam down and shift into first, coasting into the parking lot, two buildings down from Hacker’s Automotive. I never knew the automotive shop was owned by the Royals until Dom extracted that vital piece of information from Rex.
With everyone knowing what their role is, my crew steps off their bikes and get to work. Covering their faces with black ski masks, Ink and William haul out the paint guns from the back of Axel’s truck. They’re the first to go in to black out all the security cameras. With the job done, Dom gathers the lock pick gun. With his mask over his face, he gets us in the front door, then enters the security code Rex gave him into the panel. The tiny light flashes green and we close the door behind us. With a duffle bag over my shoulder, I move past the familiar odor of grease and mechanic supplies to the door of the auto parts room. Knowing there are drugs stored in this room, I’m not surprised to find it locked. Waving Dom over, he picks the lock on the dingy white door, and we slip inside. Max and Axel help us go through auto parts boxes, and it doesn’t take long for us to find the cocaine bags.
Max does a sweep of the chemicals, finding exactly what he needs. Motioning for us to step out of the room, he and Axel dump ketone solvent in the room and continue several trails into the garage where Jake, Wesley, Dom, and I have set out the explosives. Whistling to the men, I motion for them to finish up and leave the building. Ink, William, and Trevor, the lookouts, give the all-clear. All of us return to the truck, and I gather the remote-control detonator.
“Head back to camp. I’ll finish it from here.”
This was the part they all fought me on when we made this plan, but they know they have to go. We can’t have any motorcycles associated with the explosion. Jake pats me on the back.
“Careful, brother. We’ll see you soon.”
Jake taps Max’s shoulder, giving him a nod and the same farewell, then he and Axel climb on our rides, leaving the truck behind for us. With their engines long gone, Max and I keep to the shadows and move closer to the repair shop.
“On three,” I tell him.
Crouching down behind a large, foul-smelling commercial dumpster, we watch the building as I count down. Without hesitation, I press the red button, and moments later, an explosion echoes into the night. Flames lick the sky and debris litters the horizon. Running back to the truck, two more explosions pierce the silent night, and we waste no time getting out of town.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
NIX
Pushing the camper door open, I stretch my arms and yawn. The aroma of bacon and eggs fills my nostrils as I leave the scent of fresh-brewed coffee. Having slept in, my crew is slow to move around, and there’s a noticeable tension emanating from the women. They know we went off to do something dangerous last night, and the worry is evident in their questioning gazes.
The tension isn’t something that’s addressed. My crew settles into camp chairs, talking about the day’s events while filling their plates with food. With our usual morning routine underway, the stress drifts away, replaced with the enthusiastic chatter of my crew and Maci declaring she’s entering the bikini contest. William runs a hand down his face.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me have to fight someone,” William grumbles.
“You got nothing to worry about.” Maci’s voice goes up a notch, and her smile is like a bird’s feathers when they’re about to fly, its tips raised at their highest point. “I’m all yours, baby.”
William gives her a wink and outstretches his arm, dropping Maci onto his lap. The two lip-lock and a few of us chuckle.
Synne kneads my shoulder as she sips from a coffee cup. In appreciation, I take the plate Wesley hands me and give it to her. Golden hazel eyes glitter in the sunlight as she takes the plate offered. She drops into the seat next to me, and I take the second plate served to me. Leaning back in my camp chair, the warm sun pebbling sweat on my skin, unease creeps across the back of my neck and shoulders. So many thoughts are running through my mind, I’m lost in them. The thought at the forefront is—do the Royals know yet?
To the left of me, Axel clears his throat, gathering my attention. Silently, he hands me his cell phone. On the screen is a Nashville news article about a chemical explosion at Hacker’s Automotive. A photo shows charred remains after the local fire department put out the remaining flames. Handing it back to him, I give him a thankful nod. My gaze sweeps the rest of the Kings, giving them an affirmative dip of my chin—the Royals know now. The tension among the women grows, and Liz, being the smart woman she is, starts searching on her phone. Only she won’t find anything related to the Royals because the repair shop was a cover for them, unassociated with their club, at least in regard to law enforcement.
“After the bikini contest, we should enjoy the concert they have tonight and take it easy,” Trevor suggests.
“I like that plan,” Max agrees, dipping his coffee cup toward Trevor.
“Axel, you got another journey ride we could do before the bikini contest?” I ask him.
“I do. Y’all in?”
The answer is unanimous.
* * *
Ripping through the breeze with the rumble of my Harley beneath me, I feel centered, relaxed, and I know part of it is the relief I’ve received from exacting revenge. Knowing the damage we’ve caused to the Royals’ drug business lifts the corner of my mouth. It isn’t enough for taking Jenna’s life, but it will make them suffer. It’ll cause trouble with their drug supplier when they don’t have the cash to hand over to them, and if I’m lucky, maybe Reed will take a bullet for it.
This ride is what I need. A couple hours of peace, freedom, and time to clear my head. Riding the Harley next to me is Synne, her fiery red hair blowing in the wind, a peaceful look on her face. It’s a damn good feeling to have her in my life, and the fact she’s a rider who loves it as much as I do is something I never expected but am grateful for. She’s filled the dark, empty cavern in my heart and stitched the scarred halves back together. I want to do everything I can to protect her and avoid the mistake I made before. I won’t underestimate the Royals. I know Synne’s going to be a target, and once we return from bike week, it’s time I move to another house. She won’t be safe at mine.
After a peaceful ride, returning to camp is rough. I don’t want the false feeling of security to end. On the road, my problems are left behind. It’s part of the addiction to riding and why it’s so hard to cut the engine and climb off.
Standing next to my saddlebag, I chug a bottle of water and listen to Maci try to talk Synne into participating in the bikini contest. Synne glances at me, a humored smirk on her face.
“What do you think, Nix? Should I show a little cleavage for some cash?”
Chuckling, I grin at the thought of Synne in a skimpy two-piece.
“I’m not going to complain, babe. I know where we stand, and you have a hell of a shot at winning with those gorgeous tits.”
Maci’s expression contorts, and she glances at William.
“Why don’t you say shit like that to me?”
William rolls his eyes. “Thanks a lot, Pres. I spent all morning trying to convince her not to participate.”
With a shrug, I swallow the last of my water.
“Put a ring on it and she won’t bitch so much,” Trevor quips.
Audrey slaps his shoulder, and he laughs as he wraps her up in his arms.
“That doesn’t apply to you,” he coos in her ear.
I know Trevor means it. None of the women here bitch and moan like Maci. The girl is claws deep in William, yet she still struggles to hold on to him. The guy’s not ready to settle down, but the girl’s trying so hard to get him to. I don’t blame her for being bitchy when William is one foot in, yet one foot out. But I give the guy credit, he’s only had eyes for Maci the entire time we’ve been at bike week. Maybe he’s warming up to the idea of being a one-woman guy.
“What about you, Liz? You want to join us?” Maci asks, resting an elbow on Synn
e’s shoulder.
“Fuck, no!” Jake blurts as he drops into a camp chair, pulling Liz onto his lap. “My ol’ lady is not going to parade her hot ass on stage for other men to enjoy. That ass belongs to me and only me.”
Liz shrugs her shoulders. “You heard the man.”
Erika glances at Dom. His thoughts are written all over his stern red face. Erika busts out laughing. “I wasn’t even considering it, but I’m getting a kick out of your reaction to the thought.”
Dom’s facial muscles relax, and he lifts Erika up, tosses her over his shoulder and slaps her ass, making her squeal and laugh. “You can go on stage, just like this, your body attached to mine, so everyone knows who you belong to.” His smile stretches wide as he slaps her ass again, and she laughs harder. “Let’s practice, Sparrow. Who do you belong to?”
He slaps her ass a third time, and she half laughs, half screams, “You!”
The rest of us have our bellies rolling with laughter as he sets her down.
“Damn straight,” he smirks.
Erika stands on her toes and smiles against his lips as she kisses him.
“What about you, Audrey?” Maci asks.
“Hell, why not? I haven’t done anything wild and fun lately.”
Trevor slaps a hand to his forehead.
“This is payback for my shitty comment, isn’t it?”
Audrey leans in and kisses him. “A little, but it’ll be fun too.”
Trevor sucks in a breath and tilts his head. “Fuck it. I’ll pay all you bastards twenty bucks each to holler as loud as you can for my girl,” he jokes.
“Thirty-five for y’all to holler for Synne,” I add in, upping the ante.
Maci is quick to look at William, and he bites. “Fifty to holler for Maci. It was her idea.”
Her face lights up.
“Done,” I reply. “Fifty it is.”
William’s head drops into his hand. “Jesus Christ.” The crew laughs, and William looks up at the sky. “I walked right into that.”
“Now that you owe four hundred bucks, I better enter the contest and win,” Maci gleams.
William’s eyes are wide as his hand flies in the air. “Fuck yeah, you better.”
“Well, I guess I won’t enter if Maci is taking home the cash,” Synne announces, her voice playful.
“Me either. You got this, Maci.” Audrey puts her hands under her boobs and bounces them as she pouts her lips and winks.
“I feel swindled,” William groans, his eyes dancing between us. “You two are still entering,” he points at Synne and Audrey. “There’s still second and third place cash winners.”
“Fair point,” Synne praises. “I’m in.”
Audrey pulls her braid over her shoulder and removes the hair tie at the end. “I’m in and claiming the shower first.”
When she disappears inside the camper, Axel and Wesley walk toward Axel’s truck. “We’re making a beer run,” Axel announces. “Want anything else?”
“More coffee,” I call back.
With a hand through his hair and a head nod, he climbs into his truck—a truck now empty of all evidence, thanks to Max and me destroying it last night.
Between the girls showering, I get a call for a custom order, a new client who attended the badass bike show. After booking him in my calendar, I take a seat in my camp chair and bullshit with the guys while we wait for the girls to finish making themselves look glamorous—Liz’s words, not mine.
Maci is the first to walk out in a black bikini with silver swirls and so many strings going every which way, it’s a fucking maze on her chest. It definitely draws the eyes, that’s for damn sure. Her bottoms are super short jean shorts, but I assume the bottom half of that bathing suit has just as many mesmerizing strings to look at once her shorts are off. She kept it light on the makeup, which is nice. Her face is prettier without the extra colors and sparkles. Long curls spiral around her face, a small portion of them clipped up to the side by her ear. Admittedly, she looks pretty hot.
The next woman out the door is Audrey. She has her hair pulled back in a high and tight ponytail with the long length of it straight and sleek. She’s in a bold red bathing suit with gold beading. The little bit of fabric barely covers her tits and looks smokin’ on her tan body.
The last one out is Synne, and the moment my eyes land on her, my cock swells. Beneath her wild curls is a green bikini with tiny straps and slits of fabric covering her tits and pussy. It’s the kind of bathing suit I like—not a lot to it and comes off easy.
Several of us whistle at the girls, and they grin and strike poses as if they’re already on the stage. I can’t peel my eyes away from Synne’s creamy tits about to fall out of the slivers of fabric. Following the lines of her flat stomach, my eyes linger over the narrow V-shape between her legs, and I lick my dry lips.
“Fuck, Synne. I’ve changed my mind. You look too damn hot to go on that stage.”
Coming over to me, she straddles my lap, and my hands wrap around her bare ass. Damn it, it’s a thong bikini.
“What if I promise a private show after, just for you?”
“I’m back on board, baby.”
Squeezing her ass cheeks, I wiggle her over my growing erection, and she leans forward to whisper. “I want you to fuck me with this on, then tear the fabric off with your teeth and fuck me even harder.”
A low groan filters out of my mouth, my dick becoming rigid.
“We got time before the contest starts.”
Lifting her up with me, her legs stay wrapped around my waist. Jake and William whistle as I carry her into the camper. Putting her up against the wall, I devour her mouth as I unzip my jeans. Folding them down over my hips, I free my stiff cock, swipe her strip of fabric to the side and thrust into her pussy. Her wet heat surrounds me, ready and waiting for my dick to fill it. Keeping hold of her ass, my thrusts are forceful and eager, wanting to be balls deep as long as I can. Latched onto my shoulders, she moans loud and unashamed, stroking my ego and my desire as I take her harder.
“This pussy…” is all I manage to mutter as the familiar sensation of an orgasm tightens my balls.
“So fucking good,” she mumbles as her body shutters, her orgasm spilling onto my shaft.
Another couple thrusts, and I lean my head against the wall as I cum inside her, the euphoria momentarily controlling me.
As the sensation fades, I lower her legs, and she unties the left knot, the bathing suit bottom falling to the floor. Putting my fingers between her legs, I gather her sticky sweetness and rub it on her clit. She falls into me, feathering my lips as she rides another wave of pleasure.
Against my lips, she smiles. “You make me feel so good.”
“So do you, baby.” My fingers slide down lower and thrust into her pussy. She inhales a sharp breath, her fist gripping my vest. “You sure you want to go to the contest? I’m thinking we continue this into round two.”
She lets out a groan mixed with breathy pleasure.
“I promised them I’d go.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I look down at her glistening eyes and the way she bites her lip with needy want. I know what her body craves, but she’s trying to be a good friend.
“Later then, I’m tearing this bathing suit off and fucking this ass.” Palming her cheek, I squeeze it hard, and she leans into me, her tongue slipping between my lips as she grips the back of my head and holds me hostage to her intoxicating kiss.
“You can have me, anytime, anywhere.”
Biting my lip, I moan as my cock presses between her pussy lips, the wet friction increasing the arousal I’m already having trouble containing.
“Get cleaned up before I change my mind and hold you captive in this camper.”
Reluctantly, she pulls away, her hand caressing my arm and lingering in my hand. While she freshens up in the bathroom, I squeeze past her to take a shower. By the time I’m out, she’s outside with a pair of black shorts and a pink tank top covering her suit. The cr
ew is putting away camp gear, preparing to head to the show and concert. While they collect what they need, I shoot a text off to Axel to check on him and Wesley. Moments later, he sends a text back that all is good, and they’ll be arriving in a few minutes.
The time goes quickly, and when they arrive, we help them unload the truck and put the beer and ice in a cooler. As we put supplies in the camper, Maci whines that it’s getting late. Checking my cell phone, I remember Synne telling me Angela promised to show up tonight. With that in mind, I search the camper for paper and a pen, find them in a drawer, and scribble a note for Angela.
~A
If we’re not here, wait for us.
~N
Tearing a small piece of tape off the dispenser, I stick it on the note and paste it to the outside of the camper door. Synne sees it and her gaze becomes wistful as she stares at me.
“What you’re doing for her makes my feelings for you even stronger.”
Taking her hand, I lead her out of camp, the trail of fallen pine needles crunching beneath our feet, their earthy scent mixing with Synne’s vanilla and cinnamon.
“Part of me wants to help someone I once cared for, the other part of me is doing it for you, knowing what you went through.” Raising her hand, I kiss it and notice a sheen of moisture developing in her eyes.
“I’m thankful I met you.”
“Good.” Caressing my thumb over her hand, I lean over and kiss her head. “Because I feel the same about you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
NIX
I’m certain the majority of bike week attendees are here for the bikini contest. The place is packed with little room to move around. The cash winnings are going to be large with twenty-one entrants. In the front rows and to the right of the stage, my crew has settled in with camp chairs and a cooler. We throw back a few while the announcer talks about some of the proceeds going to a charity and how impressive it is to have twenty-one women in the contest. The attention of the audience is captured when they announce the details of the first contestant.
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