Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 39

“I won't say anything to anyone, ever,” she promised.

“He's a secret member of the club.”

“Okay,” she said as a puzzled look crossed her face. “How's that work?”

I shrugged, “If we have things we need help with, he helps us out with info and backup if needed. If there's something going on that ties his hands and he feels like it's a situation that needs to be handled sooner than the hands of justice can or will turn, we take care of it for him.”

I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she thought about that. “Huh, that's actually kind of brilliant,” she stated.

She got it. Life had taught her that it wasn't always black and white. It had a lot of gray areas to it, and sometimes revenge, vengeance, justice, whatever you wanted to call it, needed to be handled outside the law.

“I need to get his take on this Miller guy. And that's another thing you need to get right with. This probably won't happen overnight. If he's still running drugs like that into our area, we need to see what we can about shutting that down. That's where KJ comes in. I need his thoughts on the matter. Can you handle that?”

“I've waited seven fucking years. Yeah, I can handle it,” she replied.

Fuck, she was a strong woman. I admired the hell out of that. I also admired the fact that she wanted the fucker to pay for what he took from her and she was doing what she could to make that happen.

“Okay, so what will I do here all day? I'll go fucking nuts with nothing to do.”

“Well, there's several Old Ladies that live in the compound. I'm sure they wouldn't mind you visiting them.”

She was shaking her head at me, “No. I mean I wouldn't mind meeting them and possibly hanging with them some, but I'm used to working. It will drive me nuts not doing anything.”

I hadn't thought about that, I admired her even more for not wanting to mooch off us.

“Well, I guess you could tend bar here if you like.”

“Wouldn't I be taking the Prospect's job?”

“Fuck, how do you know so much about MC life?” I asked. This woman was fucking smart as hell.

“Research, TV, plus I've met a few bikers in my time as a bartender.”

That made sense, I thought as I lifted my chin at her.

“Nah, you won’t be taking their job, there are always other jobs to do around here, plus they can work at The Watering Hole.”

“So y'all are the ones who are gonna buy it.”

She didn't ask me that, just made it a flat statement. Yeah, very intelligent.

“Yeah, we're gonna buy it.”

“Can I ask a question?”

I laughed. “Sure darlin'.”

“Are y'all into illegal shit?”

“Nope. All our businesses are legal. We own a garage and body shop, a construction company, and soon a bar,” I said as I smirked at her.

Once again, I saw the relief flow through her.

“Does that make you feel better about us?”

“Yes and no. From your cuts I knew you were a 1%'er club, and most of those are into illegal activities.” I nodded at her, agreeing with her statement. “But there's still a part of me that believes in following the law. However, sometimes the law needs to be broken.” She sent a slightly naughty grin at me. “I break it daily myself.”

I looked at her curiously trying to get my mind off her damn smile, it sent all kinds of thoughts racing through my head.

“How's that?”

“Once I get on my bike, I know one speed. FAST.”

“You fucking ride?”

“Yep.”

“Whatcha ride?”

“A 1983 Harley XR 1000. She's a fucking sweet ride.”

This woman just kept getting better and better, and my cock was getting harder and harder if that was possible. I thought by now he would have gone down, but hell no, he was wanting out of my pants and into her sweet pussy. Mother. Fuck. I had to keep my mind on other things, or my balls were gonna be so blue that they'd blind people.

“How much stuff you got at your place?”

“Not much. I can carry it all on my bike.”

“Then let's go get it, now. I'd rather do this while it's still dark. That is if you are agreeing to our terms.”

“I'm agreeing to them. Fuck, I might have even agreed to be a club girl if you had made it a condition.”

“Fuck no, you wouldn't have. It would have never been a condition, we aren't that type of a club. We respect our women. Whether they’re Old Ladies, wives, or club girls. It doesn't matter. And if I see anyone disrespecting a woman, then they gotta talk to me about it. Which means, I'll probably beat the shit out of them.”

She smiled at me and said, “You know, I think I'm gonna like it here.”

Fuck, I knew I was gonna like her being here, especially if I got my cock inside her.

“Listen up, fuckers,” I shouted. “Any of you sober enough to ride?”

I saw several hands go up in the air.

“If you've had more than three beers in the last hour, keep your ass here, if not and you want to ride with Ava and me to go pick up her stuff, head out to your bikes.”

I held my hand out to her and she put hers in mine. I intertwined our fingers and led her outside. Her fingers felt fucking good wrapped around mine. Fucking good.

I let hers go as we approached the bikes. She smiled at me and made her way toward her bike. I could hear the exclamations being made as the guys watched her straddle her bike, start it and put her helmet on. I pulled out just a little and waited until everyone was ready, then I motioned for Ava to take the lead. She smiled at me and we crawled down the driveway and through the gate that Axel had already opened.

She stopped as we