Harm's Way: Riot MC Biloxi by Karen Renee (best life changing books .TXT) 📗

a fair amount of history, and I reminded Corinna that Sammy joined before you did.”

“And that’s all it took?”

She stroked her hand up and down his chest. “She’d come to her own realizations that Sammy wasn’t meant for her. I was in the right place at the right time, I guess.”

He grabbed her hand. “If you were at a hundred percent, you’d damn sure be in the right place at the right time now, but you can’t turn me on first thing in the morning when I can’t fuck you.”

She smirked. “I recall you getting me off and not getting off yourself. No reason that can’t be reversed. I can go down on you, honey—”

“No. Not that I don’t like the idea, but you aren’t doin’ that on your knees and I don’t want you laying on your stomach until you see Doc again. You do that soon, right?”

“Um, next week. The nurse texted me with the details.”

“Right. I’ll be fine in the interim. You want me to bring you some breakfast?”

Her eyes softened. “I can wait for Suzy to get here. Maybe I’ll have her bring me an Egg McMuffin.”

He dipped his chin. “Can send a prospect instead, Steph.”

Her lips twisted, after a moment she said, “Okay, fine. But I hate making someone go out of their way.”

He laughed. “That’s a fuckin’ cake walk compared to what the rest of us make them do. So forget about it.”

A knock on the door interrupted them.

“Yeah,” he called out.

Brute poked his head inside. “Everyone’s here, man. You ready?”

He lifted his chin and Brute closed the door.

Stephanie backed up a step. “What’s going on?”

He shook his head. “Church, honey. No worries, right?”

She took in a deep breath.

“Right,” she said, reluctantly.

“I’ll have Sandy bring your food when the prospect comes back. Don’t shower on your own. Wait for your sister.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mr. Bossy.”

He gave her a look. “Next time you roll your eyes at me, you’re gonna pay for it.”

Her smirk returned. “Will I though? Pretty sure you’ll pay just as much since I haven’t seen the doctor yet.”

That forced a smile from him, and he lightly swatted the side of her upper thigh. “Just you wait, Combes. Now, kiss me.”

WALKING INTO CHURCH, he felt the somber mood like a punch to his gut. Two of their brothers were dead, and it had finally sunk in for all of them.

“I know this shit’s hard, brothers. But, we have to live in the now. And right now, we gotta figure out how we’re gonna bring more money into the chapter.”

Gamble lifted his hand to speak and Har nodded. “I was thinking, Prez, when things went sideways, it was Block’s security set-up that saved our ass. What if we went into security? I know mainstream alarm companies offer cameras with their home monitoring and shit, but there are people out there who don’t trust big corporations. And some of those people might get off, so to speak, on having a motorcycle club doing their security.”

“That’s decent thinking, but you’re right. The larger outfits can offer prices we couldn’t compete with.”

Gamble shook his head. “Yeah, but that’s the kicker. Wreck came in and destroyed Block’s hardware and rerouted shit or whatever he did, but we were still able to get around his sabotage.”

Block nodded. “You’re right, but that was more because of the IT firm in Jacksonville. Not so much because of me.”

Even though Gamble’s suggestion wasn’t likely to fly for them, it spurred others to throw out their own ideas. By the end of church ninety minutes later, there were four decent prospects for businesses to generate revenue streams for the chapter.

Har and Cynic walked toward the common room.

Cynic muttered, “Cryin’ shame we can’t take over an existing strip club like the Jacksonville brothers did. Nobody would bellyache about working there.”

“Ever occur to you, that might be the reason not to do that? Everybody’s so eager to see the free show they’d lose sight of the actual business.”

Cynic sighed while shooting a finger gun at him. “That’s why you’re in charge, man. Later.”

Har stopped in the middle of the common room while Cynic walked out the back door. Not a moment after the back door closed, the front door opened and Layla’s sister Callie walked inside.

“Just the motherfucker I’m looking for.”

Chapter 30 Eavesdropping

Har

CALLIE GAUTHIER EXUDED a coldness most women couldn’t pull off. Then again, losing a sister would do that to anyone.

“Callie—”

She stalked forward and pointed her finger at him. “You’re protecting that asshole! Wreck used me and my sister and now he won’t answer his phone.”

He knew her anger stemmed from frustration and helplessness, which gave him the urge to hug her, but he wouldn’t do that. As much as he wanted to tell her they’d taken Wreck out, he couldn’t do that either.

Instead, he guided her to the bar. “I am not protecting Wreck. He killed a woman, and as far as I know he had no reason for it. That shit doesn’t fly. On top of that, he stole from the club and he needs to repay that. Believe me, I want to get my hands on him almost as bad as you do.”

She gave him a hard look. “The cop said you don’t give a shit.”

He fought smiling. “Probably said that to drive you here. You’re in my face, showing disrespect, and he expects that’ll make me react.”

She opened her mouth, but he spoke first. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t know where Wreck is, and to be honest, if I did, I’d probably kill the fucker myself.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s bullshit. You’d try to get your damn money back first.”

“Detective Dennizen didn’t talk to you yesterday? To tell you about the fire?”

Her confused look was answer enough.

“Yeah. Wreck and Massive bought a cookhouse together. Used cash they earned by selling the club’s weed, but claimed the weed was taken. Anyway, I’ll never see the money, and shit like that can’t stand. Add to