1
Hero
BAIL DENIED. ARE you fucking kidding me?
I entered a small room to meet with my prez, Storm, and the club’s lawyer after my arraignment.
The DO grunted, nodding to a chair. I sat my ass down like a good boy, then he left.
The county jail was different from the one I’d been in when I was a punk gangbanger in Los Angeles. Hell, juvie was worse than here. This place could’ve been a country club in comparison. I wasn’t even chained or handcuffed to the table.
I slumped in the metal chair, folding my hands on my stomach. I’d been locked up for over eighteen hours of my life. Apparently, nothing happened on the weekends here in Mayberry. I snorted, recalling the one and only time I caught Storm’s uncle watching The Andy Griffith Show. No, I wasn’t in Mayberry, but Winters Township might as well have been.
The DOs had muttered something about small-town living at its finest or some shit, and I needed to wait until Monday morning to deal with my arrest.
Well, it was Monday morning and I was salty as fuck.
That fucking deputy had planted the Mary Jane in my saddlebag before I’d stumbled out of the Wild Hog. It was Deputy Prick Miller’s partner Sonny. I had a feeling he’d seen me go into the bar and waited for me to come out. Goddammit, it pissed me off. I’d gotten mouthy, resisting arrest in my drunken state. He’d handcuffed me on the spot.
Once I’d sobered up, I realized I was in the same county jail as the Hunter’s enforcer. The fucker who raped the young waitress, Ava, and tried to assault Tara—myRoja.
Perhaps fate brought us together.
The enforcer’s days had been numbered for even speaking to Tara. But eye-fucking her in the silo? Touching her? Not even God himself could save that son of a bitch. I’d escort him through the gates of hell personally.
I blew out a breath, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. My stupid emotions were getting the better of me. Tara was all I could think of after getting to know her emotionally, sexually. We’d spent a whole day discovering each other’s bodies.
It’d been magical. Everything about Tara was tattooed in my memory: her unique smell, soft skin and red lips, and the cream between her thighs.
My stomach tightened, hands tingling with the need to caress every part of her.
Dammit. I needed to stop dreaming.
I tilted my head up to peer out the row of small windows at the top of the concrete block wall. The leaves on the poplar trees were yellow, the autumn sky overcast and gray. A sure sign fall had arrived and winter was fast approaching.
I might miss it all. Snow catting and ice fishing with my brothers. Christmas. The club’sBang in the New Year Orgyparty. Not that I’d miss fucking several Kittens in one night. Not anymore. Not after having Roja in my bed. She was the only woman I wanted.
A pang hit me square in the chest. I rubbed the spot firmly.
I missedher.
It’d been over a month since I last kissed her plump, pouty lips. Five excruciatingly long weeks had passed since I saw her gorgeous face and felt her silky red locks in my hands. I rubbed the spot over my heart again.
If the lawyer couldn’t get me out of these trumped-up charges, I might not see her for six to twelve months. Or longer. If I was lucky, I’d be out within the year. Maybe she’d find someone else before I got out. A better man without a checkered, violent past. A dentist or someone in education like her. Someone who wanted a family. The all-American family guy.
I rolled my hand into a fist and hit my chest a few times. Focusing on the physical pain so I didn’t register the emotional shit I felt.
A throat cleared as the door opened. Prez was here.
Storm rounded the table and sat across from me. A man in a blue suit and a striped red and navy tie, carrying a briefcase, took the chair beside him.
I made eye contact with my brother. He didn’t look happy, but then he never did unless his Angel was on his lap or in his arms.
Storm studied me for a second. “You all right?”
I grunted because, really, how good could I possibly be?
“So you met Theo Meyers, the club’s lawyer at the arraignment.” Storm’s intense gaze darted to his right. “You can speak freely. I trust Theo.”