here. You’re the only man I know who likes to freeze your balls off first thing in the morning.” Charley, Demons president and friend joined him.
“What can I say? I love to keep my junk cool.” Chuckling, Jesse took a long drag on his cigarette. “What brings you out this early? Last time I checked you were balls deep in your wife.”
“She’s back home taking care of the kids. It’s a good thing they’re not at the clubhouse today.”
“Why?” Sometimes the wives and kids would stop by and have a party or some fun but when real business needed to be dealt with, they stayed away.
“We’ve got a problem, Jesse. One of our boys fucked up and paid the price. Now I need to know what the fuck is going on.” Frowning, he stared at Charley. “We’ve got church.”
Pouring the coffee on the ground as he no longer wanted it, Jesse followed behind Charley. The club was empty apart from some women lazing around. Several women eyed him up and down.
Shaking his head, he closed the door, and took a seat around the table.
“I’ve got some bad news.” Charley looked around the whole table before talking again. “Junior is fucking dead.”
“What?” Spike asked.
“How the fuck did this happen?” Another of the club men demanded to know.
“He was partying with those Hell’s Charter guys. It’s the only way they’d get close to him.” This came from Spike again.
The boys shouted, cursed, and talked reasons as to why one of their own got whacked.
“I’m not going to spend time thinking about why it happened. Junior’s dead and now we’ve got to deal with the consequences. His body was a fucking mess.” Charley rubbed a hand over his face.
“He was tortured?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah, he was tortured, and I’m guessing he gave some shit up. We don’t know what he gave up but I’m not taking the risk.” Leaning forward, he assessed the group before turning his gaze on Jesse. “Which is why I’m about to ask you for a favor.”
Tensing, Jesse waited for what was about to come his way. He knew there was a chance he wasn’t going to like it.
“You’re the only person we know who can get close to this woman and get the information we need.”
A picture of a chestnut-haired fat girl stared at him. Well, she wasn’t fat, just not slender. She wore a pair of jeans and a shirt that were clearly three times too big for her. He noticed she wasn’t smiling at all. In fact, she looked sad as she talked to someone.
“This is the Piper Rix. She’s the daughter of John, the President of the Hell’s Charter. They keep her close and she’s one of the few women who knows club business.”
“You want me to infiltrate the Hell’s Charter?” Jesse asked, disgusted.
“No, we want you to get into her pants and find out everything she knew about Junior.”
Laughing, Jesse lifted the photo and couldn’t help the kick in the gut he got. There was something about the woman in the picture that struck him to the core. No, he wasn’t going to do it.
“I doubt she knows anything about Junior.” Throwing the picture onto the desk, he stared at Charley.
“She knows everything about the club. Her father adores her and never allows her to go too far from home.” Charley picked up the picture. “I know she’s not much to look at but we need you to do this.”
“They’ve not attacked us, have they?” Jesse asked, sitting back.
“No, and I want to keep it that way. I want them to stay out of our business and we stay out of theirs. You will do this or I’ll kick your ass out of my club.” Charley made the threat while smiling.
“Fine, what do you want me to do?”
“She spends mornings reading at this coffee shop.” Charley pulled another picture out of a file and pointed. “Go there tomorrow morning. Don’t be interested in the club life. Be interested in her. You’ll also need to use your apartment.”
“What the fuck?”
“No women. We need you to get her to fall in love with
“What can I say? I love to keep my junk cool.” Chuckling, Jesse took a long drag on his cigarette. “What brings you out this early? Last time I checked you were balls deep in your wife.”
“She’s back home taking care of the kids. It’s a good thing they’re not at the clubhouse today.”
“Why?” Sometimes the wives and kids would stop by and have a party or some fun but when real business needed to be dealt with, they stayed away.
“We’ve got a problem, Jesse. One of our boys fucked up and paid the price. Now I need to know what the fuck is going on.” Frowning, he stared at Charley. “We’ve got church.”
Pouring the coffee on the ground as he no longer wanted it, Jesse followed behind Charley. The club was empty apart from some women lazing around. Several women eyed him up and down.
Shaking his head, he closed the door, and took a seat around the table.
“I’ve got some bad news.” Charley looked around the whole table before talking again. “Junior is fucking dead.”
“What?” Spike asked.
“How the fuck did this happen?” Another of the club men demanded to know.
“He was partying with those Hell’s Charter guys. It’s the only way they’d get close to him.” This came from Spike again.
The boys shouted, cursed, and talked reasons as to why one of their own got whacked.
“I’m not going to spend time thinking about why it happened. Junior’s dead and now we’ve got to deal with the consequences. His body was a fucking mess.” Charley rubbed a hand over his face.
“He was tortured?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah, he was tortured, and I’m guessing he gave some shit up. We don’t know what he gave up but I’m not taking the risk.” Leaning forward, he assessed the group before turning his gaze on Jesse. “Which is why I’m about to ask you for a favor.”
Tensing, Jesse waited for what was about to come his way. He knew there was a chance he wasn’t going to like it.
“You’re the only person we know who can get close to this woman and get the information we need.”
A picture of a chestnut-haired fat girl stared at him. Well, she wasn’t fat, just not slender. She wore a pair of jeans and a shirt that were clearly three times too big for her. He noticed she wasn’t smiling at all. In fact, she looked sad as she talked to someone.
“This is the Piper Rix. She’s the daughter of John, the President of the Hell’s Charter. They keep her close and she’s one of the few women who knows club business.”
“You want me to infiltrate the Hell’s Charter?” Jesse asked, disgusted.
“No, we want you to get into her pants and find out everything she knew about Junior.”
Laughing, Jesse lifted the photo and couldn’t help the kick in the gut he got. There was something about the woman in the picture that struck him to the core. No, he wasn’t going to do it.
“I doubt she knows anything about Junior.” Throwing the picture onto the desk, he stared at Charley.
“She knows everything about the club. Her father adores her and never allows her to go too far from home.” Charley picked up the picture. “I know she’s not much to look at but we need you to do this.”
“They’ve not attacked us, have they?” Jesse asked, sitting back.
“No, and I want to keep it that way. I want them to stay out of our business and we stay out of theirs. You will do this or I’ll kick your ass out of my club.” Charley made the threat while smiling.
“Fine, what do you want me to do?”
“She spends mornings reading at this coffee shop.” Charley pulled another picture out of a file and pointed. “Go there tomorrow morning. Don’t be interested in the club life. Be interested in her. You’ll also need to use your apartment.”
“What the fuck?”
“No women. We need you to get her to fall in love with
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