now.
“Fine,” the clubhouse twat bared her teeth and trotted away with all the fuss of a dwindling tornado. After that show, Sabrina stood in the middle of the corridor, clutching the bat and waiting for other unseen threats. This place had more surprises than a horror house on Halloween. If there was one thing that remained constant throughout the craziness, it was that she needed to get the hell out of there. It would be easier to face what waited for her at home than to sleep with one eye open for however long Silas thought he could keep her here.
Wait a second.
Silas.
Where in the hell did he disappear after coming into the room?
If he had anything to do with the catty brunette attacking me, I’ll have at him with the damned baseball bat too, next time I see his smug, domineering face.
There were only three reasons she was jumped like that. Either he wanted to warn her against falling long and hard for him because he was the bad boy she couldn’t have, or he’d found out that her skeleton closet was beyond full, or the brunette bitch believed she some kind of claim to him. No matter which was true, none of them would end well for Sabrina. Come hell or high water, she was finding a way home the second she could steal away.
15
Silas
F uck , did those birds outside have to chirp so damn loud in the morning? Silas rubbed his temple and moved closer to the pool table to take his shot. Ever since he had his cornflakes with whisky instead of milk, Axe had been looking at him funny. Neither of them had seen Sabrina all morning, except for the five-minute wake-up call where she thought she could start calling the shots again. A little time away was probably a good idea. The more he kept away from her after driving her wild in bed last night, the better. To reinforce the need for a bit of distance, he’d slept on the creaking leather recliner in the MC den, surrounded by twisted claws trying to get into his pants or pour him more shots.
Hence his happy little hangover.
There wasn’t a damn thing that more liqueur and pussy couldn’t fix—that included any kind of clouded confusion that still came around when he thought about the petite vixen upstairs still passed out in his bed. A small private smile tipped up his lips. He’d given her a reason to be tired, hadn’t he? Masculine pride swelled up in his chest, and he straightened his shoulders, shooting two billiard balls into their respective pockets.
Axe stalked around the pool table, analyzing all the different angles. “Man, I thought getting a piece of Sabrina would screw with your game. Guess I shouldn’t have made that bet for a hundy. Now we know she’s not your biggest problem.”
Silas grunted and leaned against the wall with his cue. “I’ve got the prospect watching the parking lot for the others to roll in. We’re all in need of some downtime, so someone needs to relieve him later.”
The sharp click of the hard balls hitting together made Silas wince.
“I’m on it.”
* * *
S ilas woke up in the clubhouse meeting room several hours later. He needed to be clear headed for what they were about to do.
Axe strode in like clockwork. “Got enough shuteye?”
“No, but fuck it. Sleep can wait.”
Axe’s facial expression went serious as he hesitated near one of the swivel chairs at the other end of the room. “So our plans are still on the books today, bro?”
Silas nodded.
“Nice. Then it’s time.”
“Uh-huh. Time to take action. The team’s ready, right?”
“We should be all set.”
“How many do we have altogether?”
“Seventeen officers and voting members, plus us four executives. So twenty-one. By the way, I put Dean on clubhouse restoration duty.”
“Good. How’s he working out?”
“So far so good.”
“Silas!” Speak of the devil. Dean, their Road Captain prospect for the MC, hurled his tall, broad frame through the meeting room door. “Everyone’s here.”
“Thanks for looking out. Is my mom
“Fine,” the clubhouse twat bared her teeth and trotted away with all the fuss of a dwindling tornado. After that show, Sabrina stood in the middle of the corridor, clutching the bat and waiting for other unseen threats. This place had more surprises than a horror house on Halloween. If there was one thing that remained constant throughout the craziness, it was that she needed to get the hell out of there. It would be easier to face what waited for her at home than to sleep with one eye open for however long Silas thought he could keep her here.
Wait a second.
Silas.
Where in the hell did he disappear after coming into the room?
If he had anything to do with the catty brunette attacking me, I’ll have at him with the damned baseball bat too, next time I see his smug, domineering face.
There were only three reasons she was jumped like that. Either he wanted to warn her against falling long and hard for him because he was the bad boy she couldn’t have, or he’d found out that her skeleton closet was beyond full, or the brunette bitch believed she some kind of claim to him. No matter which was true, none of them would end well for Sabrina. Come hell or high water, she was finding a way home the second she could steal away.
15
Silas
F uck , did those birds outside have to chirp so damn loud in the morning? Silas rubbed his temple and moved closer to the pool table to take his shot. Ever since he had his cornflakes with whisky instead of milk, Axe had been looking at him funny. Neither of them had seen Sabrina all morning, except for the five-minute wake-up call where she thought she could start calling the shots again. A little time away was probably a good idea. The more he kept away from her after driving her wild in bed last night, the better. To reinforce the need for a bit of distance, he’d slept on the creaking leather recliner in the MC den, surrounded by twisted claws trying to get into his pants or pour him more shots.
Hence his happy little hangover.
There wasn’t a damn thing that more liqueur and pussy couldn’t fix—that included any kind of clouded confusion that still came around when he thought about the petite vixen upstairs still passed out in his bed. A small private smile tipped up his lips. He’d given her a reason to be tired, hadn’t he? Masculine pride swelled up in his chest, and he straightened his shoulders, shooting two billiard balls into their respective pockets.
Axe stalked around the pool table, analyzing all the different angles. “Man, I thought getting a piece of Sabrina would screw with your game. Guess I shouldn’t have made that bet for a hundy. Now we know she’s not your biggest problem.”
Silas grunted and leaned against the wall with his cue. “I’ve got the prospect watching the parking lot for the others to roll in. We’re all in need of some downtime, so someone needs to relieve him later.”
The sharp click of the hard balls hitting together made Silas wince.
“I’m on it.”
* * *
S ilas woke up in the clubhouse meeting room several hours later. He needed to be clear headed for what they were about to do.
Axe strode in like clockwork. “Got enough shuteye?”
“No, but fuck it. Sleep can wait.”
Axe’s facial expression went serious as he hesitated near one of the swivel chairs at the other end of the room. “So our plans are still on the books today, bro?”
Silas nodded.
“Nice. Then it’s time.”
“Uh-huh. Time to take action. The team’s ready, right?”
“We should be all set.”
“How many do we have altogether?”
“Seventeen officers and voting members, plus us four executives. So twenty-one. By the way, I put Dean on clubhouse restoration duty.”
“Good. How’s he working out?”
“So far so good.”
“Silas!” Speak of the devil. Dean, their Road Captain prospect for the MC, hurled his tall, broad frame through the meeting room door. “Everyone’s here.”
“Thanks for looking out. Is my mom
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