“He’s a dick,” Wyatt said. “Ignore him.”
“I try. He just winds me the fuck up.” Carter took another deep drink.
“Nothing happening with you and Skylar?” Wyatt asked, thinking about Taff’s ‘old lady’ comment.
“Nah, I need to keep my cock out of her pussy. She’s bad news for my head.” Carter tapped his temple. “Anyways, she seems more interested in Jayden these days.” He paused. “Sometimes I wonder if I should get a chick who isn’t from our world.”
“But would she be able to put up with it?” Wyatt asked. “Our world,thisworld?”
“It’s a lot to ask and a lot of shit to look the other way from.”
Wyatt thought for a moment. “Ah, there’s someone for everyone, buddy. Even an ugly bastard like you, Carter.” Wyatt laughed. Carter was far from ugly. He had a boyish charm that no number of scars and tattoos could detract from. His mother, Brooklyn, was beautiful, and she’d passed her good bone structure and wide, easy smile to her son.
“Thanks for that.” Carter chuckled. “Maybe I’ll get lucky when we head to the rally in Pierce.”
“You mean do more than scratch an itch?”
“I’ll do that, too, if the opportunity arises.” Carter raised his beer toward Hudson. “I’d better check in with the boss.”
“Sure thing. Catch you later.”
As Carter pushed through the crowd, Wyatt glanced around and realized he was looking for one face in particular. One very pretty face with soft red lips, long black lashes, and the cutest little pixie nose he’d ever seen.
The Phoenix hottie wasn’t there. Which meant she was still in his room.
Was she sprawled out naked on his bed, fresh from the shower and resting after the ride? Was she presentlyinhis shower, all long wet legs, cute ass, and great tits?
He held back a groan. It was pure torture not to be in his room with her. It was his goddamn pad. Another few beers, and it would take all his willpower not to let himself in and claim to have forgotten something.
“Mexicans are here!” Razor bellowed.
What?
The conversation stopped as though a switch had been flicked.
“Damn, I thought it was tomorrow,” Taff muttered, seeming to sober up instantly.
“They’re a day early, but that’s good.” Hudson slammed his hands on his hips and looked around. “Means we can get on with this before you goons are all wasted.” He scanned the room, seeming to make eye contact with every biker in there. “Rigor, get your translator. Razor, let the Mexicans in. Bring Arturo and his cronies straight to the office. I don’t want them poking around the compound.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Razor disappeared.
“The rest of you,” Hudson said. “Keep it calm and quiet. We need this deal. We have debts to pay, and this will get us in the green again. More than in the green if we play our cards right.”
“All calm.” Jayden held his palms up. “We know what you need from us, boss.”
There was a murmur of consent.
Wyatt knew it was for the best the meeting got underway. A few beers had been consumed, but none of the hard stuff, which meant there was a chance tempers would stay under control. Old rivalries would remain buried, even if they were only a whisper beneath the surface.
He drained his beer then set it on the sticky surface of the bar. “Another, Nina, honey.”
“Sure.” She popped the lid and passed it to him. “You’re gonna have to pay your tab sometime, Wyatt.”
“I’ll get to that tomorrow, when I’ve got some cash.”
“You better, the books get done soon. You know how Brooklyn likes everything straight.”
“Yeah, I know.” He took a sip as the rumble of the Mexicans’ bikes reverberated around the walls. Soon they’d swagger in, talking in fast, strongly accented Spanish as if in code.