Her teeth bite down on her plump bottom lip as her skin warms, watching my finger trace each breast. Where’s this so-called soon-to-be husband of hers? If any man were to touch my property such as this, I’d be painting the floor with his face. He must be a pussy civilian, no doubt.
“You’re going to start something that you won’t be able to finish,” she whispers.
“I can finish it. Multiple times in fact, trust me on that,” I growl, moving my finger lower toward her pants.
Torch steps up, bumping my shoulder. I’ve decked men for less, but at the moment, I’m grateful for his interference. “Mercy hope you’re staying out of trouble,” he mutters not really giving two shits before excusing her presence altogether as if she’s no more than a fly on the wall. “Odin, we gonna talk to the Prez?”
My hands fall to my sides, clenching and unclenching repeatedly to keep from touching Mercy May as I get back on task. It’s so easy to fall right into old, bad habits. My gaze moves from her enticingly plump set of tits. “Yes,” I breathe, clearing my throat. “Right, my brother.”
Stepping completely around Mercy, I don’t say anything else, just head for the Butcher’s table. It’s a total dick move, but I have to remind herand myselfthat I’m the asshole she can’t handle or tame. She’s never been able to get over that and it’s the most important thing for her to realize. Not that I wouldn’t mind a quick fuck or two with her, but we all know that it’s a bad idea. The bitch tried pretending to be pregnant for fuck’s sake to lock my cock down. That type of crazy is not for me or the club.
“Butcher,” I acknowledge to the club president first, being respectful to the guy in charge here. Holding my fist out to him in greeting, I then incline a nod to recognize his ol’ man 2 Piece and his ol’ lady Avery. The fucker is crazy enough to claim two people as his, not just one.
Ares returns the gesture, bumping my knuckles. “Odin, brother, what brings you out to our club today?”
“It’s about Viking,” I admit, thankful that I have another person who’d watch out for my family and have our backs.
“Have a seat.” He gestures to a chair at another table and I quickly slide it to the end of his booth to sit. Torch mumbles his hellos to the table and makes for the bar while I discuss my family shit.
“Any chance my brother’s stopped through?” I know he’s not here now; his bike wasn’t parked out front. He wasn’t at his house or the bar we passed either and I’m running out of ideas.
The man sits up a bit straighter, towering over the two sitting closely at his side. He’s heavily covered in ink, his shoulders wide and bulky like my brother. I’m jacked myself but on the taller, leaner side compared to the two. “No, but I spoke to him. He was shattered, needed to get some shit off his chest.”
“Things were heated when we last saw each other,” I confess, my fists clenching again. I hate knowing that Viking’s not in a good place right now and because of our fight; I won’t be the one he calls if he needs any help.
“I told him to go for a ride,” Ares admits. “He needs to clear his head and make peace with things he can’t change. Viking loves P, but right now he’s not feeling much like a man. At least not one good enough for her and it’s making him fuck up in places he shouldn’t be fucking up in.”
“None of us had any idea things were going south, besides Nightmare and Bethany anyhow. They never would’ve betrayed their loyalty to my brother and Princess either. Not even to involve any of us for help. I had to find P in a damn bar, plastered off her ass. Things sort of exploded after that, between all of us.”
“They need to stop fightingagainsteach other and start fightingforone another,” the Butcher grumbles, throwing back the rest of his whiskey. Avery rubs his bare bicep, placing a peck on the tattooed skin.
Every time I see the large guy he’s in a cut and jeans, probably from his Enforcer days. You learn to leave the shirts behind, because they always end up bloody and ruined after dealing with whomever you have to. Torch taught me that back in the day when I’d get sent out with him. He’s our Death Dealer—the kind of guy that’ll make an Enforcer shit his goddamn pants. That’s the patch Ares should’ve been given by the old Prez. I’ve heard some crazy ass stories about what happens to the people who cross Ares. They call him the Butcher around here for a reason.
“Agreed. I didn’t want to bring this drama to your doorstep, brother, trust me. I’m trying to keep shit straight with the club, though, and with Princess finally clueing me in on what the fuck’s been going on I don’t have many options or time to waste.”
“Don’t sweat it, they’re my family too. I think of Princess as a sister and you’re aware that I’m close with the old Prez. When it boils down to it, I’m glad the brother called me. I can tell you that Viking’s headed to the Gulf. Y’all need to give him a few days in the wind and he’ll figure shit out. In the meantime, you keep being the VP I know you are, that Viking knows you are. The club will run just fine for a few days with you in charge and if you need anything, you call me. Got it?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, honored the guy has that much belief in me, as he’s a force and I know my brother respects him. “Appreciate it.”
“It’s nothing. You’re welcome to throw some drinks back with us, but if you want to dip out unnoticed, Mercy just headed for the bathroom.”
“Fucking shit,” I mutter, my hand rubbing over my face as I stand, remembering our interaction as I’d entered the clubhouse. “That’s my cue then; woman is going to get me punched by Spin again.
Avery and 2 Piece both laugh, while the Butcher smirks, nodding. They know that shit’s true. Spin won’t hesitate; they’ve all bared witness to him coming after me before. “Ride safe.”
“Ride safe,” I repeat and gesture for Torch to follow me out. He takes a pull from his beer and catches up to me with a few easy strides.
“How’d it go?”
With a shrug, I let him know. “Ares said that Viking should be back in a few days,” then mutter, “fingers fucking crossed anyhow.”
“Good.”
We climb on our motorcycles and I’m about to crank the engine when the club door flies open. With her chest heaving and fire in her gaze, the black-haired hellion of a woman yells, “I’ll be seeing you again, Odin. That I promise! We need to finish this.”
We are finished.If Mercy needs one last fuck to move on, well, I could be down for that. Anything more than a quick fuck though and it’s not happening, ever. “We are finished, Mercy May. Move the hell on already. Get married. And for fuck’s sake forget about my ass.”
“Never!” she shouts, and my engine drowns her out as I take off. Torch follows suit and then she’s just a memory fading away, left outside at someone else’s club. I’m already thinking all about Cherry and that delicious chocolate cake that I know she’s making me.