Quickly, I glam up, and then we head out for the night. First stop, Sparky’s. It is a small hole in the wall joint with dollar drafts and karaoke.
Two beers in, I smile as my sister dances on her bar stool. She has been glancing around since we got inside, making me wonder if she’s expecting someone. Curiosity fills me.
“What brought on the surprise visit?”
She seems caught off guard by my question and almost stumbles off her stool. Gingerly sitting back down because of her heels, she starts peeling the label off her beer. “I missed ya. Plus, I wanted a change in scenery.”
Raising an eyebrow at her, I smile. “Long-term change?” I can’t hide the hope in my voice.
She gives the same carefree laugh she always has. “Coastal life isn’t for me, Desirae.”
“You’re here now. That should say something.”
“Yeah, it says, occasionally, I need to clear my lungs and breathe fresh air to funnel some of the smog out of my system.”
The music changes, and the mood around us shifts as the eighties beat blares through the speakers. My sister and I both hop off our bar stools and hit the dance floor like two girls who just wanna have fun.
Childhood memories flash in my mind of hair brush microphones, big hair, and high-top sneakers. Then, we had our high school days and those nineties alternative years of vintage T-shirts and our grunge look before going to college where we both found ourselves. I’m still more of a vintage rock T-shirt and jeans kind of girl, while Suzie is more flare and frills.
Even dancing, she seems distracted or on edge. Something most definitely is off. We have never had a relationship where we held back from each other, and I’m not about to let us start now.
“Are you scared of your shadow tonight or something?”
She jumps at my question, confirming my suspicions that there is some sort of problem or that she’s waiting for someone. Either way, sweet Suzie is hiding something.
She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she grabs my hand, and we head back to the bar for another drink.
Avoidance doesn’t work with me, baby girl, but I will let her have this play … for now.
Chapter
2
~Hammer~
Leaving the office at Alibi, I am wound tight. I blow out a breath and run my hand through my short, dirty blond hair. Anger, frustration, and pure hatred course through me. I want to break something, kill someone, or fuck a broad senseless. My body craves release, my mind seeks escape, and my soul is so blackened nothing can save me from the hell waiting me in the afterlife.
Eye for an eye, motherfucker. Some sick fuck is kidnapping, drugging, and torturing young women, specifically strippers and drug addicts here in South Beach. I want to find this son of a bitch and make him choke on his own damn dick. The Regulators were already keeping an eye on the situation, trying to figure out who was behind the missing women because of the girls who work in our club, but he has gone too far now.
A teen is missing, Brooke’s best friend to be exact. And Brooke is Ice’s, our club prez’s, teenage daughter. Low blow, shit head. We were coming for you already, but now we are all over this like our next meal depends on it.
This motherfucker landed himself on the wrong radar. The Regulators are more than a band of brothers on bikes. We are a top secret black ops team. It might be unusual to have bikers as government soldiers for hire, but it works. We each have prior military service and different areas of expertise. From intelligence to recon to making a motherfucker disappear, our team has every skill-set covered. That’s why we are one of the most efficient units ever formed. We will find him and make him pay, and as sergeant-at-arms for the club, I will personally have a part in taking him down.
A group of the club barflies are hanging around in a corner. My eyes find the luscious ass of none other than Jane, and my dick gets hard instantly.
Whistling over to their group, I get her attention.
“Hey, Jane, I’m jonesin’ for some J-action Jackson riding my cock tonight; you game, woman?”
Without hesitation, she walks away from her friends, licking her lips as she saunters toward me. There’s no need to strut, chick. I don’t need to be impressed.
She has sucked my dick enough in the past. I’m already a fan of that mouth, that cunt, and that ass. Tonight, I will pay tribute to her all-star status.
As Jane continues her saunter over to where I stand next to the bar, I turn and order the prospect behind the bar to give me a bottle of beer. Nodding, he pops the top off and slides the bottle into my waiting hand just as Jane makes it to me. The beer is ice cold and feels damn good going down my throat.